"Get out!"
A smooth tone, an ice-cold voice.
In the distance, a hint of deep blue fabric could be faintly seen, hiding behind the collapsed building.
After a moment, that figure stood up from the corner.
Camera in hand, a badge hanging around the neck, it was a reporter.
Around thirty years old, now exposed in the line of sight, he didn't seem panicked after being discovered. His eyes were bright and alert, he lifted his gaze to meet Flossie Wright's without deference or arrogance.
"This is my duty."
Looking at Flossie Wright seriously, his words were steady and calm, with no sign of backing down.
He was a reporter.
Capture photos, record facts, then make them public.
There was nothing wrong with that.
Deep down, he truly didn't believe that these Forces would come right up to him and forcefully delete the photos from his camera.
"Heh."
Flossie Wright laughed lowly, looking down.
