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The following stories are true, although names have been changed and identities have been protected in some cases. Watch as we look at the True Crimes of the Initiative through the eyes of the Agents that investigate them. Watch as the cameras show us the true lives of Sunnydale's Initiative Agents.

Agent Riley Finn, Assistant Director, Sunnydale Office

I was patrolling around Revello Drive about 2100. It had been a late night, a little slow, but dispatch got a call about a SUI in progress. We quickly went over to the high school to investigate. The caller was a young man, presumably in his late teens. He told us his brother had gotten drunk and was possibly planning a SUI.

An SUI is a Summoning Under the Influence and is currently punishable by fines and hours of community service. It's to help prevent part time and untrained sorcerers from calling in major demons and other creatures. Summonings and Conjurations are not banned, but we want to make sure people can control what they are summoning. The last thing we want is a Balor on the loose in downtown Sunnydale.

In a darkened hallway a man staggers through the school, a ring of candles tied to his head. Riley flashes his light at the man who tries to shield himself from the glare. His face is blurred out, but his baldhead shines in the flashlight beam. His suit is disheveled and looks as if he's been wearing it for quite some time.

"Excuse me, care to tell me what you're doing?" Riley asks.

"Sorry, I'm lost," the man slurs.

"I'll say you are," Forrest snarks. He shines his light at a badly drawn summoning circle on the floor.

"What's your name?"

"EDWARD." The man says in a digitally edited voice.

"EDDY, care to tell me what you're doing in the high school at night?"

"I work here."

"You work here? EDDY, have you had anything to drink?"

He says something unintelligible.

"Just one beer? That must have been a pretty big beer," Graham comments.

Forrest holds up a book. "Cobblepot's Bestiary, the poor man's Necronomicon. I think it's pretty clear what he was doing. It's marked for trolls."

"Why don't you tell me why you were summoning a troll on school property," asks Riley. The man shakes his head and refuses to answer.

"EDDY, I'm going to give you a field sobriety test. Do you know what that means?" Riley asks in a tone as if he were talking to a child. The man nods. "Good, now, when I tell you to start I want you to stand on one foot and count back from ten."

"Then, nine, eet," the man starts.

"EDDY, EDDY, I didn't tell you to start," Riley said, holding out a hand to stop him from falling over. "You need to count just when I tell you to start, can you do that?"

"Nough," the man slurs.

"Okay, EDDY, we're going to bring you in for a breathalyzer test."

"Nough."

"EDDY, do you know that refusal is considered acceptance of drunkenness, correct?"

He says something unintelligible. Riley Finn turns him around and starts cuffing him. "EDWARD McFAKENAME, you are under arrest for public drunkenness, possession of an alcoholic beverage on school property and Summoning Under the Influence of an alcoholic beverage. You will be brought to the town jail where you will sober up and you will be charged and fined appropriately. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say…"

Agent Riley Finn, Assistant-Director Sunnydale Office

After that it was just a matter of formalities. We get quite a few of these, many more than we thought we would have when the Initiative started this kind of work. SUI is a serious offense, in many ways just as dangerous as OUI. Any actions your summon takes, counts as if you yourself committed the action.

Agent Boothe

I was on patrol one weekend when dispatch told me of one of our most flagrant repeat offenders. He's been trouble since almost day one. We got the report of missing kittens in the area and went out to investigate.

A large floppy demon with earflaps is running down the street with a basket under one arm. Lights flash as Agent Boothe chases after him.

"KARL, you need to stop," Agent Boothe yells as he runs after him. "You run and you only go to jail tired."

KARL just continues to run, glancing back over his shoulder. His face is a pixilated mess.

"KARL, I told you to freeze!" The agent pulls out his blaster, cranks it down a notch and shoots twice. The demon freezes and falls backwards. The panting officer walks up and pulls the basket of kittens from the demon's arm. They mew pitifully as he sets them on the ground. "KARL, get back up."

"KARL, you know the laws about kitten poker," Boothe chides. The demon hangs his head pitifully as well.

"I know, but it was just a friendly game," KARL complains. Boothe clearly doesn't believe him.

"We saw you coming out of Willy's," Boothe says. "You and I both know that kitten gambling is allowed in specific, registered poker halls approved by the Sunnydale Council. Willy's Bar is not registered and will never be approved."

"I'm sorry, please forgive me," KARL pleads.

"KARL, this is the forth time you've been caught in illegal kitten gambling rackets," Boothe says. "You're looking at a felony repeat offender."

KARL falls to his knees and begs. "Please, please give me a break this time, Agent Boothe."

"Hmmm…alright, I'll confiscate the kittens and write you a warning," Boothe said. "You need to start attending those Gambling Anonymous meetings we talked about."

"I will, I promise. Thank you, thank you."

Agent Boothe

He's essentially harmless unless you're a bucket of fried chicken. He's got a gambling problem and I get that. But he doesn't need more punishment; he needs more help. It's hard for some to understand, but demons are people too. They have many of the same problems.

Agents Hammond and O'Neil

Hammond: We were called out to reports of a civil disturbance in the Orc community on the outskirts of town. We get called out there every so often to break up fights. They're a tough people, but they've lived in a harsh world. We've brought some changes they aren't ready for. We make sure to be quick to respond to any calls so they know we're there to help. It's a rough beat, but I think we're making some real progress.

O'Neil: This particular time it was an issue that's appearing more often these past few weeks. Religious tensions are growing and we're seeing a definite change between the various groups. The man in charge worships a god that isn't too popular with all of them and the close quarters are bringing that to the forefront. Not to mention that their youngsters are exposed to religions they never even knew existed. Sometimes, like this one, it gets violent.

Between two of the small huts two Initiative agents try to keep two orcs from apart. They separate the two, and Hammond talks with one of them, an orc female who towers over him.

"So, you're friend says you shot him with an arrow," Hammond says.

"No! I shot that slime-sucking-elf-kisser with an arrow," the orcish warrior woman replies. She spits in the direction of the other orc who is being treated for arrow wounds in his shoulder. "JOEY claims that he's going to follow the ways of Buddha, Grumsh isn't good enough for him!"

"SALLY, you've been warned that religious freedom is a right in Sunnydale," Hammond says. "You can't attack people and it's worse if you're persecuting them for their faith. This is the third time we've been called out like this."

"Well, I say our leaders are weak! We should slaughter you all like the old days!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, SALLY, what were you told about threatening?" Hammond says, putting a hand on her shoulder. She suddenly stops and throws her nose up in the air in indignation. "Threatening an officer of the law is a serious crime, you need to think about what you are going to say before you say it. Not everyone knows you like I do."

"It's just so hard!" she whines, suddenly seeming exhausted.

"I know SALLY, but you're a strong girl, I know you'll make it through," Hammond said. "Spring is just around the corner. By this time next year we'll have some real houses for your family and it won't be so bad. But until then you need to follow the rules. Can you do that SALLY?"

Oddly meet for an orc of her size, SALLY nods. "That's a good girl. Now, you're only nine, so I can't arrest you without your parents present, but if you don't change things it could get really bad. I heard you attacked someone at school, too?"

"…Yes…"

"And why did you do that?"

"I-I got angry," SALLY says hesitantly.

"And why did you get angry?"

"Math is hard."

"That's why we have tutors, so they can help you with math," Hammond says kindly. "Just ask for help. Now, why don't you go back inside?"

Sally nods and walks back into the hut. Hammond walks back to where O'Neil was talking to the wounded orc. "How's it going over here?"

"He's refusing to press charges," O'Neil says. "I've told him of his rights, but he claims it's a religious conviction."

"If we punish them for every slight, then we are no better than those who strike us," JOEY says as if quoting something. "A child should not be punished for the sins of the father."

"JOEY, you also have a right not to be attacked," O'Neil says. "No one has the right to attack you. If someone hurts you, you need to tell us."

Agent O'Neil: We definitely feel a culture clash every time we go into that village. It's a hard place to be at times and the rough winter isn't helping. At times I think the only think keeping them from raiding is the fact a lot of them fear us. And that's not good. If they're going to be part of the community they need to respect us, not fear us. Scared people can end up doing crazy things.

Agent Hammond: JOEY survived and is doing well; he's considering joining a Buddhist monastery they're building along the western cliffs. But SALLY is in Juvenile Court for assault. I think she'll shape up once she gets some discipline. We all have high hopes for her, but unfortunately you can't save everyone. The orcs aren't the only ones we have culture clash with. Groups from earth are splitting along cultural lines. I think it's smart to make sure the schools are integrated instead of everyone going off into their own corners because they think we aren't going to get along. It might take a generation before we really start feeling like one people instead of a bunch of factions.

Agent Carver

It's a hard job. We've become police and boarder patrol all at once. Sometimes we need to make a decision none of our training actually helps prepare us for. Add to the sad fact that most of us will never see our loved ones again… Some agents can't take it and snap. That's what happened this night.

I was on patrol with Tony; well, he was Agent Crowley then. Tony had been having a hard time. Back on earth he was slated to get married and was almost a civilian again. He was looking forward to it. When the shift happened he was a broken man. This patrol…well this patrol was hard. It was hard on us and it was hard on everyone involved. I'm not saying this to put anyone down or excuse his actions. What he did was wrong, but it might explain them a little.

A teen sits on a street corner with a few friends. He's dressed in a leather jacket and his spiked hair is colored in various states of purple, pink and peroxide blond. The other kids are dressed similarly, but don't seem to have the same magical flare.

The lead kid says an arcane phrase and waves his hand around. An instant later a little creature made of flame appears in his hand. The creature is basically a red humanoid female with bat-like wings and a long skinny tail with a point at the end. Flames spring off her at times and she seems to breath smoke. His talent all suitably impresses them as he controls the creature with his magical prowess.

Agents Carver and Crowley approach the group with their hands on their guns as if prepared to fire at any moment.

"You kids like to tell me what you're doing at this time of night," Carver asks.

"Just practicing," the punk style kid replies, letting the mephit fly around his head before landing on his shoulder.

"You know there is a curfew for a reason, right?" Carver asks again. The kid shrugs and lets the mephit fly back to his hand. Crowley slowly raises his gun to train at the creature. "It's for your safety and everyone else's. Most things seem to attack at night so we like to have everyone inside for their own protection."

"F*BLEEP* that! Didn't help the Murphy's when those f*BLEEP*ing demons attacked!" the punk kid says as he abruptly jumps to his feet. He gets right in Carver's face. "Where were you? Where were you when Sarah Murphy was gutted by a f*BLEEP*ing demon? Huh?"

"Yeah, Initia-B*BLEEP*ch? How about her grandfather who was chopped in half while sitting in his recliner? Where were you?" asks another getting into Crowley's face. He points right in the Agent's face, but never touches him. "Where were you?"

"Don't fuck off with me punk," threatens Crowley, still pointing a gun at the mephit.

"Tony, put the gun down," Carver hisses so only the recorder can hear. Crowley squints and lowers the gun.

"WHERE THE F*BLEEP*K WERE YOU?" yell all five of them at once. The mephit hisses and spits a small ball of fire. Crowley looses it and shoots the mephit. The kids run back, but Crowley sets onto the budding mage before he can escape. Kicking his legs out, Crowley beats him in the head with the butt of his pistol. The kid throws his arms up to protect himself.

"You f*BLEEP*king witch! Go to hell! GO TO F*BLEEP*KING HELL YOU F*BLEEP*KING LITTLE WITCH-B*BLEEP*CH!" Crowley screams as he beats the boy. The mephit circles around and spits fire on the Initiative agent even as it dies from the wound. Carver runs over to pull his partner off. Crowley hits him with the butt of his pistol. "It's people like you! Little witch boy! People like you got us sent to this hell! Don't you f*BLEEP*king dare yell 'where were you' you piece of trash!"

Carver slips an arm around Crowley's neck and pulls him backwards, choking him. Carver slams Crowley on the ground and keeps a knee in his back. He presses the button on his radio. "This is Agent Carver. I need an ambulance and back up."

"F*BLEEP*k you Carver! F*BLEEP*k you! You're no different than this trash!"

"What happened?"

"CARVER! YOU AND THE WITCH-B*BLEEP*CH! YOU'RE GOING TO HELL!"

"Crowley went nuts."

Agent Carver

Tony might have been provoked, but that was no excuse. He was expelled from the agency and he's only gotten worse. It's hard dealing with someone who used to be your partner, especially when you might end up arresting him. I hope he gets the help he needs, but we're stretched so thin here that I don't know what is going to happen. However, I do know he's not the only one who's stressed. Everyone is. I just hope we can all work out that stress in constructive ways.