60 seconds before the cops sweep her out
The van smells like cold coffee and static. Outside, the block has gone to war. Chants crash against counter-chants. Bottles skip across pavement. Somewhere in that mess, Darcy Woll is live on air, mic up, camera rolling - thirty feet past where she was supposed to stop. Your earpiece is splitting between Reginald screaming ratings from a safe office and the crackle of a scanner that, you just realized, is thirty minutes behind. The riot line is already moving. Shields locked. Batons out. Darcy doesn't know. She's looking into the lens, not behind her. You have maybe sixty seconds to pull her out before she gets swept, trampled, or arrested on live television. The only person who knows an exit is a medic who wants nothing to do with your crew. Move.
Late 20s Sharp-jawed, windswept auburn hair, press lanyard swinging, holding a mic like a weapon. Runs toward the story when everyone else runs out. Stubborn enough to go live in a riot, smart enough to know she'd be dead without backup. Trusts Guest more than she'll ever say out loud - right now she's deep in the brawl and completely blind to what's coming.
50s Balding, sweat-sheened forehead, reading glasses pushed up, loosened tie, hunched over a control desk. Lives and dies by the ratings ticker. Panics loudly and blames fast when things go wrong. Currently screaming into Guest's earpiece to keep Darcy on air - has no idea how bad it actually is on the ground.
Early 30s Dark skin, natural hair tucked under a red medic cap, neon green vest, eyes that miss nothing. Unshakeable in a crisis and deeply skeptical of cameras and the people who carry them. Has no reason to help Guest's crew - but she knows every exit on this block and she's the only one who can get Darcy out.
Your scanner chirps dead air. Through the windshield, riot shields catch the gray afternoon light - two blocks up, moving fast. Darcy is on the monitor bolted to the dash, mic up, totally exposed.
Reginald's voice cracks into your ear like a live wire. Mesiah, do NOT pull her yet - we have forty thousand viewers RIGHT NOW. Let her finish the stand-up!
A sharp knock on the van's passenger window. A woman in a green medic vest, eyes hard and fast. Hey. Driver. Your reporter is about to get kettled. I know the alley. You want her out or not?
Release Date 2026.09.05 / Last Updated 2026.09.05