12-04-2014, 10:07 PM
Zanders leaned against the building along a tiny sliver of shade. He had his Wallet out, screen minimal sized for privacy, and frantically catching up on all things Natalie Northbrook-Grey. He even managed to snap pictures of her male companions, the Sierra Leoneon that had just left, and the Legionnaire that stuck around just in case something interesting came up about either man. So far, nothing had.
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Lawrence by far had the best device to follow Jacques' interview. Really, her one handheld device, and matching sunglasses, were no comparison to the poor Sierra Leoneon reporter's. Jared Wilson had no excuse, other than working for a terrible network back in the States. Laurie almost felt bad for him. She might have ended up the same way if she hadn't gotten lucky with the Monday Margin.
She turned on the microphone and made sure the recording was going as Jaques officially began fielding questions. Laurie had a habit of keeping her camera on at all times, especially when interesting things might pop up at unusual opportunities. The lens was on the curve of her sunglasses, so the point of view was perfectly square with her handsome target's face.
He was a good looking one at that. Back home, he'd have a huge following, then again, if he was American, he'd no longer have that darling french accent. But she had a feeling he would be the same charming, debonair aura about him.
Adisa and Jared asked all the typical questions. She counted on them to do so, too. But her inner-tabloid seeker wanted to know more. Like, why were they all the way out here in the suburbs?
He signaled it was her turn, and Lawrence flashed him a big grin. You're going to hate me, it said.
"Maybe half a dozen Legionnaires were on these grounds before you arrived. It's a camp for refugees, so it needs the Legion's presence, certainly. But why did the CEO of Legion Premiere take so many hours out of his day to journey to the edge of Freetown just to hold a press gathering... and with only three reporters? What with the deaths in Dominance V still fresh on your mind, certainly you're not out sight-seeing. So what's special about this school?"
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Lawrence by far had the best device to follow Jacques' interview. Really, her one handheld device, and matching sunglasses, were no comparison to the poor Sierra Leoneon reporter's. Jared Wilson had no excuse, other than working for a terrible network back in the States. Laurie almost felt bad for him. She might have ended up the same way if she hadn't gotten lucky with the Monday Margin.
She turned on the microphone and made sure the recording was going as Jaques officially began fielding questions. Laurie had a habit of keeping her camera on at all times, especially when interesting things might pop up at unusual opportunities. The lens was on the curve of her sunglasses, so the point of view was perfectly square with her handsome target's face.
He was a good looking one at that. Back home, he'd have a huge following, then again, if he was American, he'd no longer have that darling french accent. But she had a feeling he would be the same charming, debonair aura about him.
Adisa and Jared asked all the typical questions. She counted on them to do so, too. But her inner-tabloid seeker wanted to know more. Like, why were they all the way out here in the suburbs?
He signaled it was her turn, and Lawrence flashed him a big grin. You're going to hate me, it said.
"Maybe half a dozen Legionnaires were on these grounds before you arrived. It's a camp for refugees, so it needs the Legion's presence, certainly. But why did the CEO of Legion Premiere take so many hours out of his day to journey to the edge of Freetown just to hold a press gathering... and with only three reporters? What with the deaths in Dominance V still fresh on your mind, certainly you're not out sight-seeing. So what's special about this school?"