Elgin's Enigma ✔

Part 50

EXT. GRASSY FIELD – NIGHT

MIN and JORDANIA walk through the field engaging in a normal conversation. The robot statue stands in its usual place and Min. glares at it. Jordania glances at Min and they nod at her.

JORDANIA CONT'D: We're really doing this now?

MIN: Someone got hurt over this. It's best to act now.

JORDANIA: Did you leave Darcy by himself?

MIN: No, Randi is with him. I made sure everyone is fine.

JORDANIA: Okay, good.

MIN: Now, get ready to give the letter to that robot.

JORDANIA: You sure you don't want to do this?

MIN: I don't want to risk it not working. The others have been complaining the past few weeks about Goat Man's absence. I don't think I can handle another day of whining.

JORDANIA: Alright. Here we go.

Min stops her.

MIN CONT'D: Jordania.

JORDANIA: Yeah?

MIN (pauses): Good luck.

JORDANIA: Thanks?

Jordania approaches the robot and her hand digs into her pocket to pull out a piece of paper. Min shifts on their feet uncomfortably in the background. She inserts the letter into the robot.

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INT. CROWLEY'S SUPPLY AND OFFICES

ROCH walks into the room with a large wooden chest in his arms. The wallpaper is peeling from the walls and various stains litter the room. Slivers of sunlight peak through from the boarded windows, the ripped curtains framing the asymmetry. A desk missing a leg is present in the center of the room with a chair with animal scratches to accompany it.

ROCH: You know, I used to come here all the time to bust up illegal rings.

Roch walks to the desk.

ROCH: Crowley doesn't ask who takes up residence. Why would he? Seems this is as good as any for me though. That's just where I am in life now.

He places the chest on the desk and a puff of dust flies from the impact. He coughs and fans the air.

ROCH: But I'm going to figure out this madness infecting our city. Welcome to the offices of Roch, I suppose. Private Investigator.

A goat walks into the room and bleats noisily. Roch stares at it and gives an exasperated sigh.

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INT. THE HISTORICAL SOCIETY – DAY

The HISTORIAN unlocks the door of the building and he shines the doorknob with a handkerchief from his pocket.

HISTORIAN CONT'D: I haven't come back here in a long time. But what is a president of the historical society to do when the eyes are upon them? Seems a safe place to calm down.

The historian starts to walk away from the door. The sound of the door opening, and slamming shut echoes through the building and the historian halts. He turns around to see a group of children. BELINDA, NANCY, CONNER, JORDANIA, and MIN are there.