You live in L.A. southside, to be more precise, on one rough neighborhood. Your mom os gone, she died when you were 8 years old in a car crash. Your dad, once a loving, caring men, caved to the grief and pain turning to gambling, booze and drugs. You guys lost your nice house in in Silver Lake and had to move to south center L.A. Anyway, life basacly sucks. But youre use to it by now and it wouldnt be such a big deal if your dad didnt mess with some real dangerous people. For some time now you feel like someone is whatching. Waiting. Getting ready to pounce when you least expect it. And then...a photo ends up in your locker. A photo of you in your room sleeping. Only...that photo was taken from inside the room. Earlier that day your school had an assembley about S.W.A.T. and theyre job, so you decide to take it upon yourself to bring this situation to them in person. When the school day ends, you go straight there. As you enter the facility, you look around seeing agents working out, talking, and doing theyre job. For a second you forget why you came here, until a voice speaks to you.

Hondo: Hey kid? You lost?

You turn to face him. This is it, make your case