Bright Page #3

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Only clan ways can save you.

The Prophecy has chosen you.

The man with you is blessed.

Jakoby!

Come on, man.

What the hell is your problem?

What'd he say?

He's not making any sense.

Where's Jakoby?

Uh, booking our body, ma'am.

Um, I love your hair.

Who are you?

I'm the unemployment line,

or a prison sentence.

I could be the Angel of Mercy,

but it's up to you, buddy.

Ah.

Internal Affairs.

That's right, all f***ing day long.

Now, let's review, kids.

Some pigskin piece of sh*t puts a load

of buckshot into your trauma plate.

- Shithead foot-bails, Jakoby pursues...

- Hey!

Hey!

Police! Stop!

...corners his a**hole in, what,

a dead-end alley?

Jakoby states dude tackled

and disarmed him.

Then jumped on a fire escape ladder

and evaded arrest.

Jakoby's signed statement.

Ladder's 13 feet off the ground.

We measured.

- Mm-hmm.

- No Orc has a six-foot vertical.

Perhaps the suspect

was light on his feet, sir.

Do Orcs have, uh, mad hops?

How many Orcs are ballers?

- Excuse me?

- You f***in' heard the detective.

- How many Orcs play pro basketball?

- None.

They're slow, they're heavy.

That's why half the NFL

defensive lines are Orkish.

It's not racism, it's physics.

Jakoby kicked loose that pigskin f***

who blasted you.

Do the math.

Orcs hold Clan Law above all else.

That's a fact.

The Jakoby issue is sensitive.

The world's watching.

- We can't fire him without cause.

- Which is why...

you're gonna get him to admit it...

and you're gonna record him.

The f*** outta here.

I want the guy out of my car, but...

I snitch, I'm done as a street cop.

We know, uh, you got a house note

you can't pay down.

Right? Drowning in debt.

Raising a little girl

you can't afford to pay for.

Mmm.

Father of the f***ing year.

You talk about my family again,

I'll split your f***ing head open.

Ward.

You need this job.

Don't throw it away for Jakoby.

Get off me. Get off me.

Give it to me.

No testifying...

no depositions,

no paperwork.

Good man.

Very smart.

Shave your mustache, b*tch.

It's just business.

Place is a shithole.

An Orc with a badge.

Incredible.

That's some sh*t you don't see every day.

Like an Elf with a mop.

Did you see those two guys?

I think they're feds.

Could they be here for me?

Feds don't give a sh*t

about the LA Orc community.

Yeah, you're right.

S... So, my-my daughter...

um...

Sophia...

she be doing sh*t all the time, man,

that she don't have no business doing.

Um...

But... she comes clean.

She always tells the truth.

'Cause she realized it feels good.

Feels good to her, feels good to me.

And, uh, truth just has a way...

of clearing the air between people.

If it cleanses...

cleanses some sh*t, you know,

it's like, just tell the truth.

I know something very bad happened

at the station.

I know.

So are you gonna tell me about it or no?

I'm talking about you. All right?

Don't be trying to twist this.

Nothing happened at the...

- I'm not...

- ...trouble, 341 Abrams.

Code two, incident 2815.

Three-Adam-9, show us en route.

341 Abrams.

Three-A-9, roger.

How long you been in Shield of Light?

What's that?

God!

You little f***-up.

Aah! Sh*t! What are you doing, man?

No questions, just shut up.

Hey, nice Shield of Light tattoo!

- Good one.

- You know who we are?

Housekeeping.

You might wanna look at this.

F***. Magic Task Force.

Right. The magic feds.

You know, Serling,

if you're gonna play stupid games,

you're gonna win stupid prizes.

F*** you.

You wanna test me, a**hole?

Okay! I'm not your enemy, man.

What do you know about the Inferni?

Um... they're Elves.

Renegade Elves.

Renegade Elves, sorry.

Because Elves are awesome, right?

They're gonna bring back the Dark Lord.

Fairy f***ing tales.

How do they plan to do that?

When they get three Magic Wands,

they can raise him from the dead.

You recognize her?

That's Leilah.

She's an Inferni coven leader.

She's a Bright.

You ever notice how

most Brights are Elves,

and Elves run the world?

Coincidence?

There are human Brights.

One in a million.

But you know how you know

if you're a Bright?

When you touch a Wand...

with your bare hand...

and don't explode.

Would you do that?

Would you die to learn the truth

about yourself?

If I had a Wand... I'd try.

Let's get back on track.

So Leilah has a Magic Wand,

and she's coming after Tikka, right?

And she'll shred this city to do it.

We get Tikka,

we can set a trap for Leilah.

We hunt Wands, we hunt Brights.

That's what we do,

and we're pretty f***ing good at it.

You wanna help us?

Come on.

The Dark Lord's coming.

What, are you gonna to fight him with,

with tanks?

Huh? You gonna drone him?

Two thousand years ago, magic stopped him.

And magic will stop him again.

One day, you all are gonna come begging

for our help.

And we'll be there. We'll stop him.

The Shield of Light will stop him.

I'm done.

We're done.

If you act like my enemy...

you become my enemy.

See that?

- Oh, it's a spotter.

- Mm-hmm.

Get down! Down! Go!

Oh. Yeah, that's... That's not good.

- Yeah.

- We could die.

- First time being shot at?

- Yeah.

I have to say, I dislike it very much.

Yeah, it f***ing sucks.

All right, look... on three,

we're gonna dump this a**hole.

All right?

- Right. That makes sense.

- Use force.

- All right.

- Yeah.

One, two, three.

- You all right?

- Hmm? Yeah.

- No holes?

- Huh? Uh...

Only the ones that I was born with.

How are your holes?

The f*** can you make

a shootout awkward?

Sorry.

Sorry.

Wait for the reload! All right?

- He's gonna have to reload.

- Reload.

Now!

Sh*t.

We got him.

Get the door. Get the door.

- Shouldn't we wait for the cavalry?

- We are the cavalry.

Ward, can't we wait for backup? Ward.

Go, go, go.

I smell blood, Ward.

Lots of blood.

- What's that?

- Don't know.

Oh, sh*t.

- Body. Body.

- What?

Sh*t. Sh*t.

Cover the hall.

- What the f*** is that?

- Cover the hall.

Okay.

Oh, sh*t.

Don't touch anything.

Yeah.

- Body.

- Wh...?

That's our shooter, he's down.

Someone's in here. I can smell them.

These people died so bad.

Clear.

Something unusual has happened here.

Three-Adam-9, 341 Abrams.

Possible Bright at our location.

Request additional units and a supervisor.

Possible magic-user on scene.

Hey! Freeze!

You! Wait, stop!

Hey! Hey!

Stop running!

- Hold her, hold her!

- Stop! Stop! Stop!

What has she got?

What is that? What is that?

Go get the homies.

Put it down or I'm gonna shoot you

in your face!

Is that...?

It's a Magic Wand.

Who, uh...

Who are you?

Please protect me.

She's speaking Elvish.

I don't speak Elvish.

Well, I took two yearsin high school,

but, uh...

She said somebody's coming.

Please protect me and the Wand.

As far as I can tell, a Bright came in,

used the Wand, and...

magicked everybody the f*** up. Uh...

We need to evacuate this neighborhood,

secure the scene,

hold the perimeter till the feds get here.

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