02-20-2020, 07:41 AM
MCNS Broadcasting Studio #2, Iustitia City
February 16th, 2020 - 5:59:55 PM (local time)
"We are live in 5...4..."
Dianne Prince spun in her chair to face the camera. There had always been something truly exciting to the young woman about knowing that in just seconds her face would be on hundreds of thousands of television screens around the nation. It invigorated Prince in a way that nothing else could because every time the camera went live she knew that she was carrying out her mission.
The news has an incredible influence over people, Prince knew that much. What people read and how their reading is presented has the potential to change their entire outlook on a given subject. As a news anchor, especially one as well respected as she was, Prince could manipulate quite a lot of information in order to make it sound more in line with the traditional views of the matriarchy. It was a difficult and demanding task, especially since the DIS had announced that they were actively investigating Aurora Program, to strike a balance between carrying out her mission and not getting caught but the young news anchor was under the impression that she had found that balance. That was, until the day before.
"3...2..."
Prince nervously relived the events of the previous day as the timer drew closer and closer to zero hour. The anchor distinctly remembered the vehicle that had "tailed" her while she was driving to pick up her two sons from school. The sudden raw terror had penetrated all the way to her innermost self, shaking her to her core. Had she been discovered? Was this the end? Then came the doubt. Her cover couldn't have been blown! She was too careful. The tail could easily have been a figment of her imagination. There were, after all, hundreds of grey SUVs on the road that day. Prince could have easily seen two different vehicles and thought they were one. It wasn't worth giving up all she had worked so hard to create.
Unfortunately, this self-rebuttal wasn't cutting it for her. Something was off. Prince was beginning to regret her decision to not bail the minute she saw that grey vehicle. She should have gotten on a plane the second she saw the tail. The anchor could have been back in Kerlile by now. With a start, Dianne realized that she could still make for Kerlile tonight. Once the broadcasting session ended she could theoretically make straight for the Iustitia International Airport and board a flight for Xiomera. Unfortunately, Prince's gut told her she didn't have until then.
"1... and we are LIVE."
Prince began to mechanically read the teleprompter. Her mind was 5,000 kilometers away. Her mind was made up this would be the night of her flight from Libertas Omnium Maximus forever. With that decided, Prince realized that she needed an escape plan and she needed it fast!
One hour later
"Aaaaaand you are.... off the air!"
Prince was shocked how little time it had taken her to make it to the end of her session. Regardless, now was the time to act. She had a feeling it was the last shot she would get.
"I'm heading out now." she announced quickly to her producer, who was sitting next to the camera and looked rather bewildered the request. Usually anchors would stick around at least long enough to get debriefed by the producers and chat with the camera crew for a few minutes.
"I'm sorry. I'm not feeling great and would like to get home as soon as possible." she added as an afterthought before bolting out of view.
This wasn't going to be easy but it was a scenario Prince had gone over in her head a thousand times since she formulated it ten minutes prior. She just had to quickly take the stairs down to the underground garage bellow the studio where she had her car parked, take the car to the airport, come up with a legitimate reason to travel abroad that would fool the airport security officers, and board the soonest flight to Xiomera. Her main priority would have to be keeping things cool and remaining calm.
The three flights of stairs Prince had to take to make it to the garage seemed to take an eternity to her. Upon reaching the garage level she practically sprinted to her brand new 2020 Bailey SC50 and jumped into the car. Fumbling with the key fob, Prince realized that she was going to need to stick to her training and calm down if she wanted to make it out of the country alive. Breathing deeply, Prince centered herself and and silently turned on the car, fastened her seatbelt, and pulled out of her parking space.
The city was at rest. Surprisingly, no one was out and about despite the relatively mild winter temperatures. This was the perfect night to escape. Relaxing slightly, Prince turned on the vehicle's advanced navigation system and asked it for the fastest route to Iustitia International Airport. It confirmed to her that she only had 12 minutes remaining in her journey, prompting Prince to smile genuinely for the first time in a while. She was about to be free.
Inexplicably, Prince's sedan began to drift to the left. The anchor attempted to adjust her car's position, reckoning that she had simply lost focus on the road for a second too long, only to realize that turning the wheel was doing nothing. Panic replaced any happiness or hope that had had any holding within her mind. Prince was simply unable to believe that car troubles would be her end.
The sedan unceremoniously crossed over into the right lane of her side of the road and began angling itself so that it would eventually cross the center line. It was finally beginning to sink in for Prince that if she couldn't regain control of her vehicle in the next couple of seconds she would hit oncoming traffic and be killed. In desperation, she slammed on the breaks only to have the speed of her car be completely unaffected. Her car had gone rogue. In a last ditch effort to save herself, Prince foolishly turned her steering wheel all the way to the right. It was at that exact moment that the car returned control to her. Prince realized her mistake far too late.
Bystanders agreed that she must have been asleep at the wheel. Maybe she didn't sleep well the night before, maybe she had been drinking, frankly, the cause of the event was entirely irrelevant. What is not irrelevant was the fact that Prince's vehicle drifted across the center line, facing oncoming traffic. The car then suddenly swerved to the right so sharply that it jumped onto the sidewalk of the narrow city streets, slammed into a street lamp, and completely flipped over from the force of the impact. Officially, Prince was killed when the car landed on its roof. She snapped her neck during the role and was then impaled through the chest by a piece of metal that had broken away from the street lamp. The newspapers would all record her death as being an accident. The poor woman was under so much stress from work and must have dropped her guard for a few seconds. The public would never learn the true fate of Mrs. Prince. Everything was going according to plan.
February 16th, 2020 - 5:59:55 PM (local time)
"We are live in 5...4..."
Dianne Prince spun in her chair to face the camera. There had always been something truly exciting to the young woman about knowing that in just seconds her face would be on hundreds of thousands of television screens around the nation. It invigorated Prince in a way that nothing else could because every time the camera went live she knew that she was carrying out her mission.
The news has an incredible influence over people, Prince knew that much. What people read and how their reading is presented has the potential to change their entire outlook on a given subject. As a news anchor, especially one as well respected as she was, Prince could manipulate quite a lot of information in order to make it sound more in line with the traditional views of the matriarchy. It was a difficult and demanding task, especially since the DIS had announced that they were actively investigating Aurora Program, to strike a balance between carrying out her mission and not getting caught but the young news anchor was under the impression that she had found that balance. That was, until the day before.
"3...2..."
Prince nervously relived the events of the previous day as the timer drew closer and closer to zero hour. The anchor distinctly remembered the vehicle that had "tailed" her while she was driving to pick up her two sons from school. The sudden raw terror had penetrated all the way to her innermost self, shaking her to her core. Had she been discovered? Was this the end? Then came the doubt. Her cover couldn't have been blown! She was too careful. The tail could easily have been a figment of her imagination. There were, after all, hundreds of grey SUVs on the road that day. Prince could have easily seen two different vehicles and thought they were one. It wasn't worth giving up all she had worked so hard to create.
Unfortunately, this self-rebuttal wasn't cutting it for her. Something was off. Prince was beginning to regret her decision to not bail the minute she saw that grey vehicle. She should have gotten on a plane the second she saw the tail. The anchor could have been back in Kerlile by now. With a start, Dianne realized that she could still make for Kerlile tonight. Once the broadcasting session ended she could theoretically make straight for the Iustitia International Airport and board a flight for Xiomera. Unfortunately, Prince's gut told her she didn't have until then.
"1... and we are LIVE."
Prince began to mechanically read the teleprompter. Her mind was 5,000 kilometers away. Her mind was made up this would be the night of her flight from Libertas Omnium Maximus forever. With that decided, Prince realized that she needed an escape plan and she needed it fast!
One hour later
"Aaaaaand you are.... off the air!"
Prince was shocked how little time it had taken her to make it to the end of her session. Regardless, now was the time to act. She had a feeling it was the last shot she would get.
"I'm heading out now." she announced quickly to her producer, who was sitting next to the camera and looked rather bewildered the request. Usually anchors would stick around at least long enough to get debriefed by the producers and chat with the camera crew for a few minutes.
"I'm sorry. I'm not feeling great and would like to get home as soon as possible." she added as an afterthought before bolting out of view.
This wasn't going to be easy but it was a scenario Prince had gone over in her head a thousand times since she formulated it ten minutes prior. She just had to quickly take the stairs down to the underground garage bellow the studio where she had her car parked, take the car to the airport, come up with a legitimate reason to travel abroad that would fool the airport security officers, and board the soonest flight to Xiomera. Her main priority would have to be keeping things cool and remaining calm.
The three flights of stairs Prince had to take to make it to the garage seemed to take an eternity to her. Upon reaching the garage level she practically sprinted to her brand new 2020 Bailey SC50 and jumped into the car. Fumbling with the key fob, Prince realized that she was going to need to stick to her training and calm down if she wanted to make it out of the country alive. Breathing deeply, Prince centered herself and and silently turned on the car, fastened her seatbelt, and pulled out of her parking space.
The city was at rest. Surprisingly, no one was out and about despite the relatively mild winter temperatures. This was the perfect night to escape. Relaxing slightly, Prince turned on the vehicle's advanced navigation system and asked it for the fastest route to Iustitia International Airport. It confirmed to her that she only had 12 minutes remaining in her journey, prompting Prince to smile genuinely for the first time in a while. She was about to be free.
Inexplicably, Prince's sedan began to drift to the left. The anchor attempted to adjust her car's position, reckoning that she had simply lost focus on the road for a second too long, only to realize that turning the wheel was doing nothing. Panic replaced any happiness or hope that had had any holding within her mind. Prince was simply unable to believe that car troubles would be her end.
The sedan unceremoniously crossed over into the right lane of her side of the road and began angling itself so that it would eventually cross the center line. It was finally beginning to sink in for Prince that if she couldn't regain control of her vehicle in the next couple of seconds she would hit oncoming traffic and be killed. In desperation, she slammed on the breaks only to have the speed of her car be completely unaffected. Her car had gone rogue. In a last ditch effort to save herself, Prince foolishly turned her steering wheel all the way to the right. It was at that exact moment that the car returned control to her. Prince realized her mistake far too late.
Bystanders agreed that she must have been asleep at the wheel. Maybe she didn't sleep well the night before, maybe she had been drinking, frankly, the cause of the event was entirely irrelevant. What is not irrelevant was the fact that Prince's vehicle drifted across the center line, facing oncoming traffic. The car then suddenly swerved to the right so sharply that it jumped onto the sidewalk of the narrow city streets, slammed into a street lamp, and completely flipped over from the force of the impact. Officially, Prince was killed when the car landed on its roof. She snapped her neck during the role and was then impaled through the chest by a piece of metal that had broken away from the street lamp. The newspapers would all record her death as being an accident. The poor woman was under so much stress from work and must have dropped her guard for a few seconds. The public would never learn the true fate of Mrs. Prince. Everything was going according to plan.