06-09-2016, 04:19 PM
The change from the heat of the desert to the cool of what looked like an air conditioned airport lounge was a relief to Carmelita. Looking down at the ticket she had been given with a seat number on it, she considered that to be a not inconsiderate analogy.
Ahead of her, a human in a rather impressively maroon jacket stood with a news crew, scanning the crowd that flowed in and out through the portal behind her. Sensing an interview with trepidation, Carmelita smoothed her features into the standard police procedure for public statements.
“You there! The vixen with the blue hair! Are you participating in the expedition that Karl Jak is assembling? Excellent, this way, sir here she is.”
The man she had been ushered towards without getting a word in edgeways raised an eyebrow in her direction before he turned to the camera and put on a practiced smile.
“Hello, Ron Burgandy with another interview with a volunteer going on Mr Karl Jak’s rescue expedition. I am here with…”
He turned to Carmelita expectantly. This was the first proper media coverage she had participated in in the Omniverse and she was quick to introduce herself.
“Inspector Carmelita Fox-Cooper.”
“Great to meet you, Inspector. Now, going into this can I ask you what motivated you to come here today?”
“I am a person dedicated to the protection of the people. Upon being told that a rescue expedition was being mounted, and that I had been requested to join it, how could I refuse?”
“I see. Do you have any idea what might have happened to the original expedition?”
“I have not yet been properly briefed on the situation, and am not the leader of the expedition. Unfortunately, I must decline to comment.”
“Right then. One last question, you seem to be very focused on the situation. Do you have any words you’d like to say before we finish?”
“The situation seems to be under control and we hope to sort this out shortly.”
With a frown, the interview finished. Carmelita looked over her shoulder at the man before heading down the hallway.
Two likely candidates for fellow primes were visible in the cafe to her right. One was a brightly coloured humanoid and the other looked like death cooked in armour, and she took a moment to glance at both of them before heading over to the counter to purchase a coffee. She always needed a boost before long flights...
Ahead of her, a human in a rather impressively maroon jacket stood with a news crew, scanning the crowd that flowed in and out through the portal behind her. Sensing an interview with trepidation, Carmelita smoothed her features into the standard police procedure for public statements.
“You there! The vixen with the blue hair! Are you participating in the expedition that Karl Jak is assembling? Excellent, this way, sir here she is.”
The man she had been ushered towards without getting a word in edgeways raised an eyebrow in her direction before he turned to the camera and put on a practiced smile.
“Hello, Ron Burgandy with another interview with a volunteer going on Mr Karl Jak’s rescue expedition. I am here with…”
He turned to Carmelita expectantly. This was the first proper media coverage she had participated in in the Omniverse and she was quick to introduce herself.
“Inspector Carmelita Fox-Cooper.”
“Great to meet you, Inspector. Now, going into this can I ask you what motivated you to come here today?”
“I am a person dedicated to the protection of the people. Upon being told that a rescue expedition was being mounted, and that I had been requested to join it, how could I refuse?”
“I see. Do you have any idea what might have happened to the original expedition?”
“I have not yet been properly briefed on the situation, and am not the leader of the expedition. Unfortunately, I must decline to comment.”
“Right then. One last question, you seem to be very focused on the situation. Do you have any words you’d like to say before we finish?”
“The situation seems to be under control and we hope to sort this out shortly.”
With a frown, the interview finished. Carmelita looked over her shoulder at the man before heading down the hallway.
Two likely candidates for fellow primes were visible in the cafe to her right. One was a brightly coloured humanoid and the other looked like death cooked in armour, and she took a moment to glance at both of them before heading over to the counter to purchase a coffee. She always needed a boost before long flights...