"We interupt your regular broadcasting to bring you this update in the continuing aftermath of the recent asteroid disaster. We break now to our agent on the scene Mister Risk."
The picture changed, the devestated backdrop of Madrid replacing the previous picture. Mister Risk could be seen hurrying along a rubble covered road on his way somewhere. The camera bounced up and down as it followed. "Welcome back viewers, the Lacour has just taken up stationary position over the city and mobile weapons have begun to deploy. Just a moment ago the wing commanders mobile armour flew right over our head. We're now on our way to see if we can get a word with her."
They rounded a corner, the camera focussing in on the back of a woman in a tank top and half a flight suit. Her hand was clasped to her ear, covering a comm headset. "No! Don't attempt to move it, wait for support. Unit 2, move in on unit 6 and assist in the operation!" She seemed busy, shouting orders to various units over the comm as she stepped back and forth.
"Miss Borzakovsky, Mister Risk Hot Wire News! Can we have a word?!" Before Petya had even turned round Mr Risk was on top of her, mircophone in hand.
Petya looked at him with a face of annoyance for a moment before giving a sigh, "You can have a few, make it quick. I've got a rescue operation to run."
"Miss Borzakovsky, you've just led your squad in a mision to destroy the greatest threat this planet has ever faced, what was it like up there?"
"Like being shaken around in a tin can full of thumb tacks! My squad performed well and luckily we were able to avoid any casualties although a number of our mobile weapons were heavily damaged, mine included." She pointed behind her at the Eagle. The camera panned to the side slightly to look at it, the once shining silver hull covered in dints scratches and bent parts.
"But you survived and made probably the greatest victory for mankind in its history. What does it feel like?"
"I'll get back to you after I've had time to think about it. Since we accomplished our mission I've been busy organising rescue operations, I've not had time to think or rest."
"Incredible! How is the rescue operation going?"
"Well, we're....tango 3 say again!" Petya paused, clasping her hand to her ear again, "Confirmed, I'll send support as soon as I can. If you'll excuse me Mr Risk, I have to get back to work."
"But one more..."
Petya didn't let him finish, putting her hand over the camera lens as she turned her back.
This post has been edited by Tifa Mysteria on Sep 1 2008, 01:35 PM