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Chapter 1
It was a cliché that the captain of the football team would be dating the head cheerleader. In Y case however that cliché was turned on its head by the fact that the team captain was female. And the co-captain was male.
Phil's yells echoed across the court, as Jennifer kicked the ball. The safety patrol officers stood around the edges of the field watching.
"You explain the rules to Zach?" Julia asked.
Alex
nodded. "Said he couldn't see the point."
"Barbarian!"
Julia Observed.
"Got to admit, I'm a Bocce ball's man myself." Fillmore said, handing the two mugs of Cocoa.
"What's that?" Julia asked.
"You don't know what Bocce ball is?"
Julia
shook her head.
"No. We don't play it at Y."
"Why
not?"
Julia shrugged. "Too many different nationalities for
all games to be played? I know that Soccer is only allowed because of
the numbers from Europe."
"Including you?" Ingrid enquired.
Julia laughed. "Yes and no. I was born and Raised in Italy, but my dad and his side of my family are Yanks."
"So how come you wound up here?" Ingrid asked.
"Here as in X or here as in America?" Julia asked, laughing. "My mum died when I was 11. My dad's in the army. Didn't want me or my brother growing up as army brats, so he shipped us back to my grandparents." She shrugged. "Been here ever since. As for X..." she trailed off. "Well that's a long story."
"No offence meant, but you're
not exactly..."
"The usual suspects?" Julia laughed,
"Well..."
"Prince said that whichever patroller closed the
most cases before the end of the week would be sent to X. So while
every other pig was working at the big cases to impress the big wigs,
we kept working the beat, bringing in the small fry. By the end of
the week we had the most." Alex spoke in a drawl, his eyes never
leaving the game.
"You o.k. Alex?" Julia asked.
"You're as out of it as Tommy."
"Huh?" Tommy asked.
"It's quiet. Too quiet." Alex said. This appeared to affect Julia, as she tensed up. "Oh boy..." she muttered.
Suddenly out of the crowd, a figure jumped out. He was dressed in a huge lobster costume, with a large black bag swung over one shoulder.
"Here we go!" Julia muttered.
"Free the lobsters. Equally rights for our shelled brothers." The figure, whoever he or she was running straight on the pitch. Whoops and cheers came from the crowd, including one they recognised as Sarah Mcbeal. It was, like Fillmore and Ingrid would observe later that Alex and Julia were expecting it, for they gave chase immediately.
The kid was fast. Fillmore had to give him that, but Alex was that bit quicker. He jumped in a flying rugby tackle about the waist, sending him flying. The bag fell open, its contents spilling over the pitch.
"Gotta punk!" Alex snarled, yanking the lobster to his feet. He glanced over to where Julia picked up the spillage. His eyes widened as she lifted up a strangely shaped bottle.
"Is that...?"
In answer Julia unscrewed the lid of the bottle slightly. Brownish foam spurted out. She tested it with one finger.
"Yeah." She said. "It's Cola."
She made her way over and pulled the mask up off the lobster's face.
"Bloody Hell!" Alex swore.