Natalya
Watching the bone receed back into Vanessa's leg, you wince as she barely stifles a cry. See the the wound close, she looks up at you, "Otto is a friend, we sometimes come here to grab a snack before he goes home for the night. I was waiting for him at the front door when he showed up a few minutes ago. We came in and started rooting around for some breakfast type food, he found the bacon and started cooking it. I decided to go for some of the left-over doughnuts. We were just about ready to eat when that thing attacked. It, it, it looked like one of the lacrosse players. But it couldn't have been , could it? I mean, I just saw him the other day, that thing was all messed up. It had to have been imitating him, right?"

"Let's get you out of the cafeteria," Greg says. "Whatever attracted that spirit could attract more." Greg puts his arm around her shoulders and helps her walk out of the cafeteria. "Gil, call an ambulance for these two. Nat, keep watching the astral, and keep an eye on Otto. I still don't want to move him without a stretcher if we don't have to." Greg continues walking, and then it occurs to him to ask "What was that lacrosse player's name? The one who the spirit looked like?"

"I think I know what attracted that spirit." Nat looks into the astral and assenses the 'bacon'.

Greg
Vanessa looks at you, and thinks for a moment, "His name was Jim Scranton, he's the...he was the team captain. What was that thing? Why did it look like him?"
Once outside you can hear the lonesome wail of sirens approaching. Searching, you see the glimmer of both Lone Star and Doc Wagon light bars.

"Do you know Jim, Vanessa? Is he one of your class mates or something?"

Greg
"No, but he was a star, you know. Everybody knew him or at the least, knew of him. The smarter kids liked him because he stood up for them, the jocks liked him because he was one of them. One of those guys too good to be true, the type your parents pray you meet and bring home, and should the relationship fail, he would be the yard stick against which all future relationships would be measured."

"Seen him around lately?"

Greg
Vanessa thinks for a bit, "No, from what I've heard, nobody has seen him in a few days. He's missed at least one game because of it."

Nat drops her perception of the astral raises her hand to her mouth as she struggles to keep her stomach contents inside.

"I think I know why he was pissed. All this vegetable shortening... isn't. You guys didn't eat any of this stuff did you?"

"The doughnuts taste great... so did the coffee. What's the problem?"

Greg pauses, the donut in his hand less than a second away from being bitten into. "Not yet. Why, are the donuts cursed?" he asks, looking hopefully at the chocolate-covered goody in his hand.

"You don't get it do you? The 'vegetable shortening', it's human fat. Someone is using this canteen to dispose of the bodies. The Spectres, they're not the evil at hand here, they're the victims!"

"Mmmm... never knew humans are soooo tasty." Gil holds up his hand,"OK, bad joke. But how the hell did those kids get tenderise into food products and ended up here of all places? It's like getting your car stolen but the thief abandons it right outside your house."

Greg looks longingly at the donut in his hand. "But, the ghost is gone now, right? It's not coming back?"

"That one wont be for now, but frag knows who elses byproducts you might be eating to piss them off! Do you completely lack a concience? We're supposed to be finding these people, not eating them!"

As you stand around outside, the area is bathed in blue, red, yellow and a very bright white light in strobing fasion. The sirens die down as two beat cops step out of the patrol car. One of them begins looking around the area cautiously moves into the cafeteria. The other walks up to the bunch and speaks in that ingrained authoritative voice every cop has to master before they get to be called a cop, "What's going on here?"

"An angry spirit attacked a student and a security guard in here. We arrived just in time to stop it from killing them." Greg pauses. "As for us, we are private investigators. We believe the spirit was actually the ghost of a murdered student." He shows the police his private investigation liscense, and then leads them inside. "You might want to call a magical detective in here. Not to mention an ambulance."

Greg
"Roger that Sir, thank you." His eyes seem to loose focus as he begins mumbling, moments later two roto-drones begins to thumbette there way around the building. You can just make out another car approaching.
Natalya
Stepping out of the other first response vehicle, a short man in a bad suit, chewing on a tootpick, makes his way towards you and the others. You recognize him as Det. John Masters, "Patrolman, don't you have a crime scene to mark off?" He turns to you and speaks, "Nay, what's going on here? The last time you called me for a case, I ended up in intensive care. Bah, never mind that, just tell me what's got you so riled up."

Gil keeps quiet, prefering to wait until the forensics guys come to touch base with them. The professional forensics fraternity is a small one, maybe one of his ex-colleagues will let something spill.

"Well you know those missing students? We found a few of them... At first we thought there was some malevolent spirit involved, but it looks like it was just trying to protect his remains... in the shortening. You should get one of your magicians down here."

Natalya
You see the color drain visibly from the officers face as you explain the shortening, he begins stammering slightly as he gets a far off look and muttering quietly, which is indicative of LS officers using their radio implants.
The new car rolls to a stop just to the side of the patrol car, it is an unmarked, unremarkable brown sedan. A man in a cheap, rumpled suit gets out, retrieving a hat inside and makes his way towards the entrance. In the dim light you can make out your detective friend.

Gil wonders around the canteen, trying to find the place where they store all the uncooked foodstuffs.

"I recomend removing every food item from this cafeteria, just in case more of them are contaminated with human lard."

All
The beat cop seems relieved to see someone higher up to take this situation out of his hands. He retrieves the kit from the trunk and begins marking off the scene and snapping the initial photos.

The detective listes to your suggestions and then takes Natalya aside.
You can also hear the lonely wail of an approaching Doc Wagon siren.

Greg walks back over to Otis and Vannessa. "You two just stay still. An ambulance is coming for you."

Gil stiffens as he overhears the detective. Pretending nothing is amiss he goes up to Greg and says so that all present may hear,"Alright then, since the cavalry's here, here's nothing more we can do. Let's leave things to the blue shirts to handle."

Gil tells Greg,"Get on the horn and call the rest, we need an urgent meeting at the office pronto."