11-09-2014, 10:20 PM
Laurie flashed her press credentials at the school perimeter. Her intern, Zander, did the same.
"Look alive and keep your eyes open, Z."
He nodded as he shifted his sunglasses from his hair to his nose. Laurie led the way, wallet and recorder at the ready.
The story was Jacques Danjou and Legion Premiere. Yeah, sure, but Laurie paused in the middle of the grounds. There were a dozen other reporters, both nationals and foreigners present. She wanted the story they weren't going to show. The behind the scenes, off the margin of view news.
"Lets do a lap and I'll let my gut decide."
In their wandering, she snapped a few pictures and took a few notes, like how in a tuft of grass she found a box of broken pencils next to a spray of empty cartridges. "They had practically no warning."
The thought drew a grim line across her lips. The brutality wasn't hard to imagine, especially when middle eastern dirt was still fresh on her shoes.
When they returned to the main gate, the Legionnaire that directed them inside the grounds was now himself the object of interviews. Lawrence watched from several steps back with an amused grin on her face. Babysitting the press, he was clearly not pleased with the assignment.
Maybe he had a story. Everyone did, after all.
She tossed out a question. "And what is that common goal, Legionnaire? If Wallace-Johnson isn't going to cut it, who does Danjou have in mind to rule Sierra Leone?"
Eyes turned toward her. That's when she waved her badge, proud to introduce herself. "Lawrence Monday, MondayMargin."
"Look alive and keep your eyes open, Z."
He nodded as he shifted his sunglasses from his hair to his nose. Laurie led the way, wallet and recorder at the ready.
The story was Jacques Danjou and Legion Premiere. Yeah, sure, but Laurie paused in the middle of the grounds. There were a dozen other reporters, both nationals and foreigners present. She wanted the story they weren't going to show. The behind the scenes, off the margin of view news.
"Lets do a lap and I'll let my gut decide."
In their wandering, she snapped a few pictures and took a few notes, like how in a tuft of grass she found a box of broken pencils next to a spray of empty cartridges. "They had practically no warning."
The thought drew a grim line across her lips. The brutality wasn't hard to imagine, especially when middle eastern dirt was still fresh on her shoes.
When they returned to the main gate, the Legionnaire that directed them inside the grounds was now himself the object of interviews. Lawrence watched from several steps back with an amused grin on her face. Babysitting the press, he was clearly not pleased with the assignment.
Maybe he had a story. Everyone did, after all.
She tossed out a question. "And what is that common goal, Legionnaire? If Wallace-Johnson isn't going to cut it, who does Danjou have in mind to rule Sierra Leone?"
Eyes turned toward her. That's when she waved her badge, proud to introduce herself. "Lawrence Monday, MondayMargin."