My Friday Fictioneers entry for this week.
The (hopefully) exciting conclusion to my little thriller:
Mark crept to the studio’s back door and knocked. If this worked, he’d be safe. As long as they weren’t in the Big Guy’s pocket too. One way or the other, it’ll soon be over.
The door opened. He stepped into darkness, confronting two security guards. They disarmed him.
The anchorman approached. “This better be good.”
Mark handed over his cellphone. “Watch the video.”
After watching, he handed the phone to his assistant. “Get this to production. Lead story. Get him cleaned up and on set. We’re live in 10.”
Mark sighed. The criminals hadn’t noticed the cellphone recording them.
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