"It's still a crime."

  The front gate of the complex was still on fire. 

  "What's that?" Someone asked a few people with videocameras. 

  "That's a..." A guy pulled a sweaty piece of paper out of his pocket, "A goth." 

  "Looks like a person who can't decide should I stay or should I go.  Well, to me." 

  "Maybe the person feels bullied," said a woman with rope burns on her legs. 

  "Or maybe," a guy tried to surmise, "The person's under a Satanist spell!" Guy's wife's eyes grew wide, "That's this assignment??!" Her lips snarled.  "Not sure.  We had a choice between drugs or evil as far as the kids would say for events." 

  "What about what we talked about?" She rubbed her stomach. 

  "Well honey," he let the camera slide into its strap-hang over his chest and put his hands on the woman's shoulders and arms, "That's why we stuck with the team!  Put our monies together to get gas to get up here.  And..." 

  "And?" 

  "And taped all the slips of paper denoting dangerous assignments together on a pizza box!"  He snapped his fingers in the air.  Nobody moved.  "Booboo, get the pizza box," he said.  A weatherchaser stood in front of Booboo.  "He's a translator, not a slave." 

  "Oh really," said the anchorperson.  "I knew that." 

  A large tree branch cracked and fell to the ground.  "Are they lynching people?" A "colored woman" by self-description asked. 

  "Ah, yeah, about that 

  "The truth

  "We're waiting for non-superstitious law enforcement before we get any closer."