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to shudder.
"Shimura-san! Gordon-san!" a voice cried from behind them. Both youths turned. One of the Japanese interns was running down the hall, calling them.
"Come quick! To the newsroom. Big news!" he cried.
Brian and Nick took off in a run back toward the INN newsroom. The whole place was jammed with people - and it had been practically empty only a few moments ago. Now all eyes were on the overhead television screens, which usually monitored the INN network satellite feeds from dozens of remote locations.
All the screens showed the same image - Japanese military helicopters circling over a section of ocean, plucking people out of the water.
Brian tapped Yoshi. "What's going on?" he asked.
"The Pusan ferry, which runs from Japan to Korea, has sunk," he said, his eyes never leaving the television screens.
"So these are live shots?" Nick asked.
" Hai ," Yoshi replied, nodding his head. Nick turned to peek at the television monitors at the desks - the ones tuned to the other news networks. On CNN there was a commercial for deodorant. NHK had a Japanese game show.
"Pretty dramatic stuff," Nick said. "And it looks like we've got an exclusive." He pointed to the other monitors.
Yoshi shook his head. "This not going out over the satellite feeds," he replied. "The live footage we are seeing is being recorded, but it is not being broadcast on the air."
Nick and Brian were shocked. "Why not?" Nick cried. His journalistic sensibilities were outraged.
"Because the Japanese government doesn't want it to be broadcast, that's why!" a voice announced behind them.
Nick, Yoshi, and Brian turned. Other reporters and INN staffers turned, too. Some even began to protest with indignant voices.
Everett P. Endicott raised his pudgy arms and silenced them all. May McGovern was at his side, looking grim. "An official news blackout is in effect," Endicott said in a voice loud enough to be heard over the commotion.
"No live footage of this disaster is to be broadcast at the present time. This is a request from the Japanese government that INN officials have decided to grant."
People began shouting questions, drowning each other out.
"We're not going to be scooped," Endicott reassured them. "The other networks got the message, too."
"What's really going on, Everett?" Blackthorn Adams shouted from his office doorway.
"I don't know yet," Endicott replied. "Everything is on a need-to-know basis - and right now, we don't need to know!"
There were more moans and groans. Endicott's voice cut through the newsroom protests. "The Japanese government has promised to hold a press conference later this afternoon at the Diet Building, outside of the parliament's chambers. INN will be sending some of you to cover that event.
"That is all we know for now."
With that, Endicott turned his wide behind on the room and ponderously waddled toward the elevators. He left a shocked and mostly speechless newsroom staff behind him.
"It must be something really big to get that tub of lard out of his office and down here with the peons," Nick said to Brian.
"That's enough out of you. Nick Gordon!" May spat angrily. Yoshi suddenly walked away, embarrassed by May's emotional outburst. Brian didn't know what to make of her hostile reaction whenever Nick was around. She seemed nice enough to everyone else.
To Brian's surprise, Nick said nothing to her in reply. He just headed toward his cubicle in silence.
When Nick was gone, May approached Brian and waved Yoshi over to her side, too. "This is for you," she said, handing Brian an envelope. He looked at her and she put her finger to her lips. "Keep your mouth shut," she whispered. Then she handed an identical envelope to Yoshi.
"I'll see you both later," she said over her shoulder as she departed.
Brian and Yoshi watched May head for the elevators. Then Brian turned to the Japanese youth. "What was that all about?" he asked.
"These?" Yoshi asked, holding up his envelope.
"No," Brian replied. "I mean her
"Shimura-san! Gordon-san!" a voice cried from behind them. Both youths turned. One of the Japanese interns was running down the hall, calling them.
"Come quick! To the newsroom. Big news!" he cried.
Brian and Nick took off in a run back toward the INN newsroom. The whole place was jammed with people - and it had been practically empty only a few moments ago. Now all eyes were on the overhead television screens, which usually monitored the INN network satellite feeds from dozens of remote locations.
All the screens showed the same image - Japanese military helicopters circling over a section of ocean, plucking people out of the water.
Brian tapped Yoshi. "What's going on?" he asked.
"The Pusan ferry, which runs from Japan to Korea, has sunk," he said, his eyes never leaving the television screens.
"So these are live shots?" Nick asked.
" Hai ," Yoshi replied, nodding his head. Nick turned to peek at the television monitors at the desks - the ones tuned to the other news networks. On CNN there was a commercial for deodorant. NHK had a Japanese game show.
"Pretty dramatic stuff," Nick said. "And it looks like we've got an exclusive." He pointed to the other monitors.
Yoshi shook his head. "This not going out over the satellite feeds," he replied. "The live footage we are seeing is being recorded, but it is not being broadcast on the air."
Nick and Brian were shocked. "Why not?" Nick cried. His journalistic sensibilities were outraged.
"Because the Japanese government doesn't want it to be broadcast, that's why!" a voice announced behind them.
Nick, Yoshi, and Brian turned. Other reporters and INN staffers turned, too. Some even began to protest with indignant voices.
Everett P. Endicott raised his pudgy arms and silenced them all. May McGovern was at his side, looking grim. "An official news blackout is in effect," Endicott said in a voice loud enough to be heard over the commotion.
"No live footage of this disaster is to be broadcast at the present time. This is a request from the Japanese government that INN officials have decided to grant."
People began shouting questions, drowning each other out.
"We're not going to be scooped," Endicott reassured them. "The other networks got the message, too."
"What's really going on, Everett?" Blackthorn Adams shouted from his office doorway.
"I don't know yet," Endicott replied. "Everything is on a need-to-know basis - and right now, we don't need to know!"
There were more moans and groans. Endicott's voice cut through the newsroom protests. "The Japanese government has promised to hold a press conference later this afternoon at the Diet Building, outside of the parliament's chambers. INN will be sending some of you to cover that event.
"That is all we know for now."
With that, Endicott turned his wide behind on the room and ponderously waddled toward the elevators. He left a shocked and mostly speechless newsroom staff behind him.
"It must be something really big to get that tub of lard out of his office and down here with the peons," Nick said to Brian.
"That's enough out of you. Nick Gordon!" May spat angrily. Yoshi suddenly walked away, embarrassed by May's emotional outburst. Brian didn't know what to make of her hostile reaction whenever Nick was around. She seemed nice enough to everyone else.
To Brian's surprise, Nick said nothing to her in reply. He just headed toward his cubicle in silence.
When Nick was gone, May approached Brian and waved Yoshi over to her side, too. "This is for you," she said, handing Brian an envelope. He looked at her and she put her finger to her lips. "Keep your mouth shut," she whispered. Then she handed an identical envelope to Yoshi.
"I'll see you both later," she said over her shoulder as she departed.
Brian and Yoshi watched May head for the elevators. Then Brian turned to the Japanese youth. "What was that all about?" he asked.
"These?" Yoshi asked, holding up his envelope.
"No," Brian replied. "I mean her
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