Fang
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Nat had stared at the paper for a solid minute while standing in line for the register. The Pittsburgh City Paper was one of the best ways to find out about local happenings, and he had been sure to thumb through it to find out what the public knew about the attack on the debate. He had been almost paranoid in how frequently he checked the internet and other news formats for any mention of his involvement, but the last thing he had expected to see was the headline and photo he was so stunned by.
ADA Ava Hunt. Exhibitionist?
It was not only a remarkably unimaginative headline, or shocking only for its bawdiness. No, the image was tame enough, a quick snapshot of the ADA huddled inside of a hoodie that was unmistakably familiar. The article gave little information, the eye popping headline a misdirection to press more of the same information on the attack that all of the other media sources were sharing. That hoodie was enough, though. It was enough to give Nat an inkling of an idea, a smidgeon of hope.
It had taken him a few days and a couple of favors to prepare the next step the information about ADA Ava Hunt had revealed. Some of those favors were bought with his name, others with cold hard cash. Regardless of how he got there, Nat walked into the District Attorney’s office fully prepared for the role he was there to play. He had the wardrobe already thanks to years of private school, though his personal fashion sense had evolved past the checkered sweater vest and button down shirt he had tucked into his slacks. The glasses he wore were fake, plain glass lenses he had debated over until they had become a part of the character he played when he walked through the door.
”Um, yes” Nat played the shy, insecure teen as he stepped up to receptionist’s desk and awkwardly held his plastic badge up for the massive man to read. ”I’m a junior reporter for the City Paper. I have an 11:30 with ADA, um.” Nat lowered the badge to nervously thumb through a small spiral notebook and point to a random line that had nothing to do with the ADA. ”ADA Ava Hunt. My boss said I had to come back with quotes about the attack at the Convention Center.” Nat let his voice climb an octave higher to give a deeper impression of nervousness.
ADA Ava Hunt. Exhibitionist?
It was not only a remarkably unimaginative headline, or shocking only for its bawdiness. No, the image was tame enough, a quick snapshot of the ADA huddled inside of a hoodie that was unmistakably familiar. The article gave little information, the eye popping headline a misdirection to press more of the same information on the attack that all of the other media sources were sharing. That hoodie was enough, though. It was enough to give Nat an inkling of an idea, a smidgeon of hope.
It had taken him a few days and a couple of favors to prepare the next step the information about ADA Ava Hunt had revealed. Some of those favors were bought with his name, others with cold hard cash. Regardless of how he got there, Nat walked into the District Attorney’s office fully prepared for the role he was there to play. He had the wardrobe already thanks to years of private school, though his personal fashion sense had evolved past the checkered sweater vest and button down shirt he had tucked into his slacks. The glasses he wore were fake, plain glass lenses he had debated over until they had become a part of the character he played when he walked through the door.
”Um, yes” Nat played the shy, insecure teen as he stepped up to receptionist’s desk and awkwardly held his plastic badge up for the massive man to read. ”I’m a junior reporter for the City Paper. I have an 11:30 with ADA, um.” Nat lowered the badge to nervously thumb through a small spiral notebook and point to a random line that had nothing to do with the ADA. ”ADA Ava Hunt. My boss said I had to come back with quotes about the attack at the Convention Center.” Nat let his voice climb an octave higher to give a deeper impression of nervousness.
