All names and locations used in this story are completely fictional, and if any resemblance is born between the story and real life people/places, it is completely coincidence. It was the year 2004, in Feran Heights, just south of L.A. County. Statistics? Every thirty seconds someone is robbed in Feran heights, and every 5 minutes, someone is killed. Over the years, the city's once wonderful reputation has plummeted. Without proper leadership in the area, proper funds or proper anything, there is seemed to be no future for this dying city. Or...was there? Feran Heights S.O.A.P. (Special Operations and Procedure) Department "Anything today, Pete?" asked Reggie, peering from behind his GameFro magazine up at the S.O.A.P. director, Pete Oswald, who was passing by Reggie's desk. "Not yet son, go ahead and take your lunch, just be back by one," he answered. Reggie Datt is a freshman at the local college, Feran Heights University, currently working full-time as a S.O.A.P. scene specialist, while attending the university at night. "Alright Pete, i'm heading out to Taco Smell on 4th street, you want anything?" "I'm alright, thanks though," Pete replied, brandishing a shiny apple and crunching into it as he walked on passed Reggie's desk, to his own cubicle at the end of the office. Back Alley of 3rd Street - Basketball Court Four children had formed two teams on the backlot of 3rd street. "Pass the ball!" "Shove it!" "Kiss mine, anus!" "Yo momma's whack. Yo daddy's whack. 3-Pointer baby!" Reggie stopped for a minute, hands in his pockets, and looked on at the four children playing. He dipped his right hand into his shirt pocket and pulled out his pack of ciggerates and lit one up. "Get off my nuts, before I blast you. You ain't got no handles. You're like my sister's bike, beat and shook," squeaked one of the little children playing. Reggie shook his head and walked off to Taco Smell, one block ahead. Taco Smell As Reggie stepped into the busy restaurant, he was met by the beautiful eyes of one of his S.O.A.P. co-workers, Breanna Dater. "Hey Reg! Open seat here hun!" Breanna called from her table in the far corner of the restaurant. He walked over and met all of Breanna's friends, one was some sort of doctor and another owned a club about six blocks from the S.O.A.P. station. "It's nice to meet all of you!" Reggie exclaimed after hearing who they were. Breanna scooted into her side of the booth opening a place for Reggie to sit. "So you guys ordered ye-" Multiple rounds of bullet shots rang through the air. The restaurant occupants became frantic, women cowering with their young children, the men hands over their heads and the heads of their families. Breanna had grasped Reggie's arm, "What the hell was that Reg?" she asked. The kids at the play ground, thought Reggie. He lightly shook the grasp of Breanna's arm and grabbed her wrist in turn and pulled her out of the restaurant, running towards the basketball court on 3rd street. Back Alley of 3rd Street - Basketball Court "Reg, what's going on?" Breanna asked as they rounded the corner of the apartment complex on 3rd street. "There were some kids on the basketball court on my way over to eat. I overheard them-" Reggie was interrupted by Breanna's scream. Two of the four children that were playing on the court had left their backpacks near the court and were running off in the direction of the S.O.A.P. department. There was a child sprawled out in the middle of the court, swimming in his own puddle of blood. Breanna hovered around the child. "Breanna, i'll check this kid out. Go check around the courts for anything else." Reggie began to search the child and make notes. Breanna had wandered off behind a corner of the apartment complex. She could hear some sort of whimpering, but she couldn't recognize what it was coming from. "Reggie!" Breanna hissed as to not blow any possible cover they were trying to keep. "Reggie! Get over here!" Breanna had taken out her barreta, and she pointed the nozil toward a green, graffiti laced garbage canister, concealing a dark corner within the alley parrallel to the basketball courts. Reggie heard the whimpering. He took out his matching barreta and motioned for Breanna to cover him as he checked out what it was. He side stepped from behind the cannister and pointed the gun straight at the source of the sound. Reggie now had his gun pointed at the same child who he had noticed earlier who was talking about "blasting people". His head was shaking, he was sniffling, his arms were rapped around his knees and the boy's entire body was a shaking mess. Between the boy and the wall was a platinum-cased magnum, two rounds were missing from the gun...