The kid with no name and no address, a kid from the foster system. A kid who kept slipping down the wrong path, farther and farther, I mean, the kid was barely a teen and already where a career criminal. Life had gifted them a hard hand, and they where forced to play it. Quaritch and the Las Angelos Police Department had been on the tail end of seeing everything that happened to the kid, they had conducted more then a few arrests on them, Quaritch himself had been one to make several arrests, stealing, drinking, usage, battery on LEO, stuff like that. Z-Dog had been the one to dump the most charges on the kid to date, she was always a hard ass like that. hell, even Prager, who barely left the station had gotten the kid for a couple charges, most of which where dropped by the courts, let them off with a warning, or gave them probation- the kid wasn't stupid either, they knew what to say to not get more more charges, they knew how to play the courts, how to stay out of trouble until off probation. Honestly, they knew the kid was nice, it was just hard to force someone to get help or get on the right path, not that they weren't all trying, weather the kid wanted to or not, the department was determined to not let the kid fall between the cracks and get swept away in the current of a long bad life.