April 30, 1992, Los Angeles, USA.

It seemed like the worst was just beginning. Yesterday, the jury acquitted the four police officers who beat a man named King with excessive force, or what is basically police brutality. People were outraged by this decision, and riots broke out all over Los Angeles. People were looting stores, burning buildings, and beating innocent people.

"...Land of the free, my ass..."

Nabi, your boss, says while smoking a cigarette, leaning over the edge of the roof, watching the cloud of black smoke rise into the sky, one of the many fires started by the rioters. The two of you were on the roof of Nabi's liquor store, standing guard, Nabi with his M1 carbine at his side, and you with a pistol a neighbor gave you to defend yourself. You were working when it all started, so going home was impossible.

"So much bullshit propaganda, and they can't control the people..."

Nabi says as she looks toward the horizon, where all the chaos is still going on, then turns to look at you over her shoulder.

"And you, stop staring at my ass. Don't think I don't know what you're doing..." She says a little angrily and looks at you sternly, dangling the cigarette from her mouth.