They had the steps to themselves. Huddles of reporters looked at her enviously over the police cordon. It was a technically, really. But as a material witness to Sharp's crimes she'd given evidence at the courthouse that morning. She'd been impossible to get rid of, after that.
Showtime.
"Good evening, Gotham, I'm Vicki Vale. Behind me stands Solomon Wayne Court House. Once part of Arkham City, today the venue in which former Mayor Quincy Sharp was acquitted of his participation in that conspiracy."
"I am vindicated!" Sharp screamed, bursting out of the courthouse and into a bombardment of camera flashes. It was Vicki he honed in on, despite his lawyer's protests.
"Pleased with not guilty verdict, Quincy?" Vale asked. Her voice level; calm reporter tones.
"Oh I'm guilty!" Sharp spluttered. "Of maintaining order! Punishing the guilty! Weaning this thankless city off its reliance on vigilante justice!"
"What about funnelling weapons into Arkham City?" Vale asked, an edge to her voice now. "Weapons like the rocket launcher that killed my helicopter pilot and friend."
"Unthinkable," Sharp said. "Which is precisely why I was acquitted on that and all other charges. Your journalistic objectivity has been compromised by trauma, Miss Vale."
"Are you sure, Quincy?" Vale asked, handing him a sheet of paper. "Because it looks like your signature on this requisition order."
Sharp froze. The cameras kept flashing. She should have said it in court. But it was her scoop, after all.
No comments:
Post a Comment