Temca Academy II, Part 2

INT. LEILA’S KITCHEN. AFTERNOON.

There are two chairs left, and the other chairs are floating with the table. The three remaining contestants are Victoria, one of her cousins, and Joshua.

JOSHUA:
Why am I still here? I’m not
even trying!

GEORGE:
It’s not fair! I only got out because
I was distracted when someone elbowed
me in the face! This game gets very
competitive!

TOCI:
Yeah, it probably had nothing to do
with the sombrero.

The music starts again. Joshua trudges along while the kids look excited. When the music stops, Victoria and her cousin fight over a seat while Joshua sits easily in the other. Victoria uses her hips and knocks him off the seat. Everyone laughs.

LEILA:
Okay, it’s between Joshua and the
birthday girl!

ANIELLE:
(to Joshua)
Let her win.

JOSHUA:
What do you think I’ve been trying
to do this whole time?

Leila uses her scepter to start the music again. Victoria is actively trying to grab the chair while Joshua avoids it. Suddenly, a bang from the garage is heard. Joshua’s peace officer instincts make him stop playing. Leila stops the music, and Victoria grabs the seat.

VICTORIA:
I win!

JOSHUA:
Yes, it seems like this seat was
destined for you.

Ramone enters.

RAMONE:
Psst! Joshua, you’re a peace officer,
right?

JOSHUA:
Sort of. What happened?

RAMONE:
Can you come here?

Joshua follows Ramone out. Toci, Anielle, and George curiously follow while Leila tends to the party.

EXT. GARAGE. AFTERNOON.

Ramone leads them through the front yard.

RAMONE:
I was in the backyard having a cigar
when I saw a man on a broomstick
zoom by the house. He was moving
too quickly to get a good look, but
he left us a message.

On the garage door, the words, “Do not interfere-I have your cat” are etched in glowing red.

ANIELLE:
“Do not interfere-I have your cat.”
You don’t have a cat!

RAMONE:
I know! We have a chihuahua, but I’d
pay someone to take that pendejo-
pees on all the furniture!

GEORGE:
It still sounds like someone’s trying to
threaten you, even if they’re not very
good at it.

JOSHUA:
Let me get a quick image of the graffiti
and I’ll bring it to my boss.

Joshua takes his scepter out and floats his spy camera to just the right angle to get a picture of the crime. He points at the garage again, and his broom comes to him.

JOSHUA:
(to Ramone)
Thank you for inviting me to the party.
(to Anielle)
I’ll see you soon, babe.

ANIELLE:
Bye hon!

They kiss.

JOSHUA:
(to George and Toci)
See you at school.

TOCI:
You won’t see us til the semester
starts in a week? Will it really take
you that long to solve this graffiti case?

GEORGE:
I will say ah-dee-ohs per-drey!

Toci points her scepter at his sombrero, and it catches on fire. George takes his scepter and puts out the fire. He takes it off and looks at the charred top.

GEORGE:
Great, now it looks stupid!

Joshua laughs, waves to everyone, and takes off.

RAMONE:
Why would anyone threaten us?

ANIELLE:
They’re probably not after you. If
they’ve got the right house, they’re
after me. I know who, but I don’t know how.

TOCI:
How could we not interfere if we
don’t know what it is that we’re
supposed to be avoiding?

ANIELLE:
I always knew fate would bring us
together again.

They start to head inside.

GEORGE:
I still wanna know who’s cat he’s got!

INT. CASSIUS’S OFFICE. LATE AFTERNOON.

CASSIUS ( middle aged, dark & balding hair, pot belly) is going through his files. BG-a cluttered office with files and papers strewn about the desk and various posters with moving photos of criminals line the walls. A group of young people, mostly male, wait in the room. Joshua enters.

CASSIUS:
Ah, there’s Frederick. Now we’re just
waiting on Chang.

JOSHUA:
I have another case for you.

Joshua hands him the photo of the garage. Cassius studies it.

CASSIUS:
What kind of cat do they-?

JOSHUA:
They don’t have a cat. It’s a young
couple and their infant. And
sometimes their sister.

CASSIUS:
I see. Well, I’ll process it and add it to
your pile most likely. First day on the
job and already your instincts are
kicking in. Very nice job.

The others took a little jealous at his praise. Chang enters the room.

CASSIUS:
Alright, everyone is here, so we can begin.
Welcome to your first assignment. Most of you
are training to solve crimes at Temca Academy.
Sometimes you’ll need those skills. For those of
you who haven’t been trained, don’t worry. These
petty crimes are so easy to solve that any person
with half a brain can do it. But please note that on
behalf of the United States Department of Magical
Affairs, we thank you. Your participation allows
crime solvers to work on more important cases.

Cassius lays out a few folders.

CASSIUS:
For your own knowledge, I’m going to tell you
the meaning behind the different colored labels
on the folders. Light green is traffic violations,
and dark green is environmental offenses. Purple
is failure to appear in court. Light blue is theft
under fifty pieces, medium blue is theft from
fifty to five hundred pieces, and dark blue is
theft valuing over five hundred pieces. Yellow
is misuse of magic. Orange is non-fatal violence.
This dark pink is rape. Light pink is prostitution
and drugs. Red-murder. And white is kind of an
“other” pile.

He puts the demonstrations away and plops a pile of folders on his desk.

CASSIUS:
These are your assignments. When you finish one,
fill out the paperwork and bring back here for your
new assignment. You can solve these on your own
time, just try to finish as quick as you can. Remember,
if non-magical people are involved in magical crimes,
call one of our memory modifying officers. Any
questions, call me. Okay, Anderson-purple. King-
white. Neehmed-light blue. Chang-green. Lopez-
another purple. Stevenson-yellow. Frederick-
white. Alright, if I’m not here, just leave your
solved in my inbox and pick a file on top of
this pile. Good luck!

Everyone but Joshua leaves. Joshua peers at the assignment pile.

CASSIUS:
Oh, you get to interview a swim suit model
about a restraining order. Nice!

JOSHUA:
I have a girlfriend.

CASSIUS:
So does she. What’s your point?

JOSHUA:
Sergeant, are you aware of a red label at
the bottom of the pile?

CASSIUS:
Oh that. Don’t worry about it.

JOSHUA:
But it’s a murder file!

CASSIUS:
Only technically. A prostitute was found dead on
Sepia Street. You know Sepia Street. Right smack
in the middle of the low income area. At first we
thought it could be drugs or alcohol, but the
coroner’s autopsy spell revealed murder. Looks
like another pimp thing. If they don’t make enough,
they get tossed aside. Serves them right for choosing
an illegal lifestyle. Drug dealers, prostitutes,
other low life criminals-they don’t deserve priority.

JOSHUA:
But that’s a human life! She may have made mistakes,
but she’s still someone’s family member! And who knows-
this could be a part of a serial killing, and anyone could
be next. Murder is murder-it doesn’t matter who the
victim is. If it is a pimp, we don’t him out there hurting
more girls. Or anyone else who gets in his way for that
matter. I signed up for this major because I believe that
every victim deserves justice, and to put one life so low
on the priority list is just…wrong!

Cassius looks at him quizzically.

CASSIUS:
Okay, mister humanitarian, if you think this
deserves a “high priority” to get solved, then
you can take the case.

JOSHUA:
Wow, I get to solve a murder?

CASSIUS:
Yes, but it’s not a capitol murder or anything.
Do you know what kind of monsters you gotta
deal with on Sepia Street?

JOSHUA:
Don’t worry, I’ve got a lot of experience
fighting monsters.

CASSIUS:
Alright kid, if you wanna risk your life for
those low lives, be my guest.

Joshua leaves.

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