asked as he looked around shaking his head.
“I always figured the government always had this stuff on hand,” Blake answered. “Maybe it was all FEMA equipment.”
Marcus and Blake were several tents down from the tent that Anthony had disappeared into earlier. They saw him walk out of the tent and look around while putting a phone to his ear. A moment later Marcus felt the CMA phone in his pocket vibrate. They began walking towards Anthony as he answered it. Anthony spotted them and they both hung up.
“Where would be best to do the story portion of this?” Anthony asked as they approached each other.
Blake answered before Marcus could, “Back at the studio would be ideal since we aren’t doing this live. But, we could film in one of these tents. Either way, the editing will be done back at the studio. I assume this won’t be airing tonight?”
“It could if we get done quickly enough,” Anthony said. “We can film in one of these tents. I have a couple of the staff to film too. PR stuff. You can’t edit here?”
“We could,” Blake said. “It would just be a lot more difficult for a story of this length. We have much better equipment at the studio. All we have here is a laptop. Most of the time we have a van full of equipment when we do off-site work and that equipment isn’t the most fun to work with.”
Anthony looked towards the ground and nodded his head. “Fair enough. I’ll be heading back with you to the WWNL offices anyways. I’ll sit in on the editing to make sure everything is in the CMA guidelines. Once we are done with that, I’ll need to see Kenneth.”
Anthony turned around and motioned for the two of them to follow him into the tent. Marcus and Blake both looked at each other with questioning looks on their faces. Blake shrugged his shoulders and then headed for the tent and Marcus followed. As he ducked through the door flaps, he was taken aback by what he saw inside. Two large box trailers from semi-trucks were parked inside. Sets of stairs had been placed at the back opening. The inside of the trailers were lined with computers and other equipment. Large bunches of cables packed with ethernet and power cables were run out of the back of the trailers and then back towards the opposite side of the tent. Marcus assumed they went to generators and probably satellite equipment for communications. Sitting at the workstations that lined the inside of the trailers were military personnel. At least Marcus assumed they were military. They weren’t wearing the black SWAT-like uniform that he saw on the man earlier in the helicopter. They had regular camouflage fatigues. As Marcus focused a little more on the people in the trailer, he could see the blue and white CMA patches on their arms. All of them had sidearms on their waist.
“Marcus, come with me for a moment,” Anthony said and gestured over to the side of the trailer. “
They walked over beside the trailer. Marcus was surprised to see that there was no one else there. He wasn’t sure why, but he had expected others to be there. He was beginning to feel nervous and like his jokes to Kenneth about being held prisoner at a camp were about to come true. Anthony turned around and clasped his hands together.
“Marcus, we need to get some things straight and make sure we are on the same page,” Anthony said as he started to pace a few steps back and forth. “You’ve been very vocal on the show about your opinions. WWNL has given you quite a bit of leeway.”
“Not to brag,” Marcus began, “but I’m a bit of a household name when it comes to news. There’s some freedom that comes with the popularity of the show. Some of that popularity comes from people that want to hear my opinion.”
“Right,” Anthony answered. “However, you now work for the Central Management Authority.” He emphasized the name as if it were the most important title known to man. “We aren’t exactly going to be running things the same way
“I always figured the government always had this stuff on hand,” Blake answered. “Maybe it was all FEMA equipment.”
Marcus and Blake were several tents down from the tent that Anthony had disappeared into earlier. They saw him walk out of the tent and look around while putting a phone to his ear. A moment later Marcus felt the CMA phone in his pocket vibrate. They began walking towards Anthony as he answered it. Anthony spotted them and they both hung up.
“Where would be best to do the story portion of this?” Anthony asked as they approached each other.
Blake answered before Marcus could, “Back at the studio would be ideal since we aren’t doing this live. But, we could film in one of these tents. Either way, the editing will be done back at the studio. I assume this won’t be airing tonight?”
“It could if we get done quickly enough,” Anthony said. “We can film in one of these tents. I have a couple of the staff to film too. PR stuff. You can’t edit here?”
“We could,” Blake said. “It would just be a lot more difficult for a story of this length. We have much better equipment at the studio. All we have here is a laptop. Most of the time we have a van full of equipment when we do off-site work and that equipment isn’t the most fun to work with.”
Anthony looked towards the ground and nodded his head. “Fair enough. I’ll be heading back with you to the WWNL offices anyways. I’ll sit in on the editing to make sure everything is in the CMA guidelines. Once we are done with that, I’ll need to see Kenneth.”
Anthony turned around and motioned for the two of them to follow him into the tent. Marcus and Blake both looked at each other with questioning looks on their faces. Blake shrugged his shoulders and then headed for the tent and Marcus followed. As he ducked through the door flaps, he was taken aback by what he saw inside. Two large box trailers from semi-trucks were parked inside. Sets of stairs had been placed at the back opening. The inside of the trailers were lined with computers and other equipment. Large bunches of cables packed with ethernet and power cables were run out of the back of the trailers and then back towards the opposite side of the tent. Marcus assumed they went to generators and probably satellite equipment for communications. Sitting at the workstations that lined the inside of the trailers were military personnel. At least Marcus assumed they were military. They weren’t wearing the black SWAT-like uniform that he saw on the man earlier in the helicopter. They had regular camouflage fatigues. As Marcus focused a little more on the people in the trailer, he could see the blue and white CMA patches on their arms. All of them had sidearms on their waist.
“Marcus, come with me for a moment,” Anthony said and gestured over to the side of the trailer. “
They walked over beside the trailer. Marcus was surprised to see that there was no one else there. He wasn’t sure why, but he had expected others to be there. He was beginning to feel nervous and like his jokes to Kenneth about being held prisoner at a camp were about to come true. Anthony turned around and clasped his hands together.
“Marcus, we need to get some things straight and make sure we are on the same page,” Anthony said as he started to pace a few steps back and forth. “You’ve been very vocal on the show about your opinions. WWNL has given you quite a bit of leeway.”
“Not to brag,” Marcus began, “but I’m a bit of a household name when it comes to news. There’s some freedom that comes with the popularity of the show. Some of that popularity comes from people that want to hear my opinion.”
“Right,” Anthony answered. “However, you now work for the Central Management Authority.” He emphasized the name as if it were the most important title known to man. “We aren’t exactly going to be running things the same way
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