Audio book - Chapter one - Professional Narration
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Transcript
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I'm screaming, his hands are trembling as he frantically shoves the keys at the ignition. If we don't move quickly enough, we won't get out as Evan struggles to start the news van. I know cameras from television stations around the world are recording us following us closely and streaming this near hostage situation live and without hesitation, Evan and I are not part of that world far from it. We are the scrappy small budget local family owned news station run by stingy multibillionaires and we are sitting in a nearly broken down, rusty off Beige Chrysler grand caravan with too many miles on it. It is running on a prayer. It's a pathetic excuse for a news van that rattles and has trouble starting on an average day. But the motto behind doors, I imagine is profits over people. Here. I am a news reporter with her video photographer trapped in a minivan parked between uneasy law enforcement and unpredictable rioters. The national news crews are safely stationed down the block with their private security guards. State of the art microphones and high definition cameras recording us for the whole world to see their news vans all look new, shiny and equipped with the latest technology. Meanwhile, the whole situation is touch and go for us. A ticking time bomb. We are still determining if we can diffuse. It's a dangerous game of cops and robbers the cops. Minneapolis police Minnesota State patrol the National Guard and whoever else the federal government sent for backup. The robbers protesters and rioters all after blood in the name of justice. And we are sitting in the crosshairs of it all in front of us. There's a line of men wearing riot gear waving their batons. Police tonight are outfitted to look menacing, intimidating and vicious. They're heading right toward us. Minneapolis is burning down from inside the minivan. I lock eyes with a state trooper fire reflects off his helmet. The flames are the backdrop and so is the thick smoke. It has a strange fog like effect lights flash against their uniform and the flicker appears in sync with the sound of a steady militant marching. I feel like I'm in a movie except this is live television in real life. I'm not sure if my eyes know how to beg but maybe these officers know mercy. Do they see us as necessary collateral damage or will they have some pity before they strike? Do we look terrified trapped inside the minivan moments from an inevitable violent crash? I know what comes next. Tear gas and rubber bullets. The state's form of defense to control violent protesters