When she threaded her belt through the loops on her pants, she noticed that all her equipment was missing—most importantly, her gun and spare magazines. If she couldn’t find them she’d have to fill out dozens of reports regarding their loss. She looked over at the small table hopefully—maybe they were in there? But a quick examination of the drawer revealed nothing except a small hard-bound book with a picture of a pony in a pith helmet swinging from a vine on the cover.