"Listen, I got ten guys riding my ass, and nobody here to report on this. They want a story, and I'll give 'em a story, I just don't have anyone right now." Thats it, this could be your bi break! This is just the kind of thing you need to get your name on the map! *Knock* *Knock* "Come in." "Sir, I couldn't help overheard that you needed someone to report on something, and well, I think if you give me this one I can do it." "Listen Booker, last time I gave you a story, you fumble big time. I don't have time to let you screw another one up." "It wasn't my fault sir, I promise, I won't screw this up. I'm the only one you got. Please." "Alright, you have 48 hours to get me a story. Starting... Now!"
Well, nobody ever said that working in the news bs=usiness would be easy. Well, actually, your high school journalism teacher did, but hey, you can handle it. You have 48 hours to get the scoop on the biggest story this town has seen. All you have is one dead police officer, Carl Martini, killed in an airport when he pulled out a gun. It's time to get the truth, and find out what happened.
*Ring* *Ring* "Hello?" "Debra? It's me, Ken." Your boyfreind, Ken Thunder. He is so dreamy. "Yes dear, what is it?" "Well, it's lunch time and I was wondering if you wanted to get a bite to eat?"
( a ) Go and get something to eat and take care of this whole dead cop thing later.
( b ) "Actually, I have to get going on this big story I have to have done by tomorrow."