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The Inscrutable Mr. Robot By CSeanMcGee Characters: 3377

Updated: 2018-02-26 12:01

"So what do we do? I gotta get the camera back by nine."

The Reporter was pacing back and forth. She did this a lot when she needed to think. It was something that famous reporters did; she'd read about it in a magazine. The Cameraman, on the other hand, looked edgy and impatient – maybe it was the kid shooting himself, or maybe he just had somewhere better to be.

"We follow the old fella, " she said.

"But where? How far? Will we be back before nine?"

He was on the verge of a tantrum.

"I know where he lives."

The Reporter started throwing cables into the back of the van.

"So we just go there and… do what?"

"We wait."

There was no arguing with her.

"You will be famous, " she said as she stared at her reflection.

"How long will we be waiting cause I don't have a lot to do…but there are a few things I gotta take care of – mainly tonight. Look I know it's hard to gauge and all, but do you think we'll be back before nine? A rough estimate."

"We'll be as long it takes. You can go home if you want. I'll figure this stuff out."

The Cameraman was awed by her determination; she'd do anything for a story. He wished he believed in something as potently as she did. He was little envious to tell you the truth, and her lack of fear scared him to death.

"I'll stay, " he said, securing his camera with both arms. "Besides, reporting's a two-man job, right?"

The Reporter quickly realized she'd been asked a question.

"Yes, " she said, wondering if she should have said no.

The Cameraman thought about all the trouble he would be in if he didn't get the camera back by nine. He'd pulled enough strings as it was just to get this camer

a, he'd be playing a miserable tune if it was late.

"You know if you wanna cut in some of the shop or warehouse or whatnot, I got some stock footage we can use. It's cheaper. It's there. And I'll have it ready to go by the morning, I promise. You can go home, relax, or walk your dog."

"I don't have a dog."

"Or feed your cat then."

"I don't have a cat. I don't like animals. You can't trust them."

You could see on her face that she was telling the truth.

"Most people don't get a chance to be famous, " she said.

She was talking into the mirror again.

"We're lucky. You should be grateful. Most people spend their whole lives dreaming of being famous and they die before they even get a shot. Not us, " she said.

It was hard for her to judge the right amount of makeup in the dark.

"This isn't just any old story. This is the most important story in the history of mankind, and I found it. I'm the one who's gonna break it."

"Exactly how long have you been following this guy for?"

The Reporter turned with a mean glare.

"I'm not judging in any way; quite the opposite actually. I'm thinking about who might look at what you and I are doing and might judge us."

She put down her powdering brush.

"Like I said, if you're too much of a pussy I can handle it myself. You can say the camera and truck were stolen if you like. I won't judge you."

It was a low blow; questioning his manhood like that. It worked, though.

"Ok I'm in, " he said.

"We edit as we go. Shop it round. See who bites. Then we offer an exclusive live feed."

"At a price, " said The Cameraman.

"Yeah, " said The Reporter lost in her own reflection. "Fame."

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