“The protest continued in New York City while the city’s Mayor meet up with the major investors of the urban development. The opposing force demanded an open discussion and release the details on the city planning, which the city refused to do so in favor of the investors--”
James muted the screen and expanded another display on the side, the reports related to the news were presented. He browsed through several articles and stopped at the last one. He recognized the name - Amelia Garfield - an online handler of his.
The article was well received and slowly gaining its popularity on the Internet. Traffic frequented his ads filled website and brought him a good chunk of revenue for the day.
However, what the article was about, near got him killed.
At first he heard the knocks, then someone shouted his real name and asked him to open up. He was fat and not active so the walk took quite a while, but before he reached the doorknob, the squad outside had already broke the metal framed door down and landed directly on him.
They pulled him out of the broken door not very willingly and dragged him downstair. They drove him around while two men identified themselves as detective Jones and detective Cooper interrogated him in the back of the van.
“Mr. James Lunn, how did you get hold of those classified files? Those you used in your article?”
“Can I have a lawyer?”
“Answer the question, James.”
“Will you let me go if I told you?”
“Certainly.”
James was about to open up when the car suddenly stopped and jerked the three of them out of balance.
“What’s that about?” said James.
Someone patted on the back door, and said, “Detectives, we are to transfer the suspects to a secure location, please open the door.”
Opened the door they did and a CCC vehicle, a much bigger van from the Crime Control Center was idling on the sidewalk.
James ducked down and got out of the police van. Out of the frying pan, into the frying hell.
They put James into a standalone cell block not much bigger than his size and told him to be quiet. Nothing happened for a long time, no one came asking questions or checking up on him.
Later, when there was someone to see him, is the mayor itself.
“Mr. James Lunn, I assumed.”
“Mr. Mayor! or, Mayor.”
“Son, do you know what you did?”
“No sir, I did what I normally do.”
“And what were you thinking when you spread that kind of information around like its nothing.”
“I don’t know, freedom of press. And ads revenue?”
“James, the city, our city needs help from them. Otherwise we are going to be the next on the Fringe List.”
“Really, the Fringe List’s real? Are you telling me that the Congress was behind all this bullshit?”
“I am responsible to the city and I will do anything to keep it under our control. Unlike you, Mr. Lunn, you failed the city. Enjoy the alone time.”
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