Love in The Shadows (Completed Also Not OC)

Chapter 1

April's pov:

"Mr. Rivetti! Mr. Rivetti please." I ran after the construction worker, frustrated that he wouldn't give me any more information. "You are the most persistent person I've ever met in my life, I swear." Mr. Rivetti says a little annoyed

I started walking with him down the pier
"Look, I've already told the cops everything, all right?" he says, trying to get me to stop and leave him alone.

I looked down at my notepad. "Look, maybe there's a detail you could have forgotten to share with the police." I started walking backwards facing Mr. Rivetti . Writing down every single detail he talked about so I could share with y/n later.

"Sweetheart, you don't forget something like that. Ten guys storm in here, broad daylight, force us to the ground at gunpoint." He let out a forced chuckle. I write that down
"and these are restricted chemicals. Benzyl cyanide and some deaminating agents, too, you don't just buy this stuff, not even on the black market." I stopped writing, puzzled at that, I raise an eyebrow

"Wait. you said deaminating agents, those are used in genetic research. Is there anybody else that's trafficking these sorts of chemicals besides you?" I stopped walking, flipping through my notes. "There's one other high-security facility along this waterfront." Mr. Rivetti continued on.

Vern, my camera man, looked at his watch, turning towards me, he yelled. "O'neil! We are live in 30 minutes! Come on!"
I paused, pointing a finger at Mr. Rivetti.
"Uh." I paused "no no no, i'll be right back" I pointed at him. "Please don't go anywhere else."

I ran towards Vern.
"Come on, you're killing me." Vern said.
"I'm working," I said.
"That's a paying job?"
I rolled my eyes, knowing he meant me interviewing Mr. Rivetti. "no" I looked down.
Vern looks at me before speaking
"because we have an actual paying job. Look, you don't think that every crime reporter in the city isn't trying to work this foot clan story?" Vern opened the van door.

"I know that, but there is a new angle on this, and I am this close to getting it," I pointed back to Mr. Rivetti who was walking away. "I just need a couple more." I sighed, putting my hand down.
"Let's just stick to what we're good at."
Vern says as he gets the camera ready

Vern holds up a camera counting down from five.... Four ... .three... .two...one..

"Hi guys this is April O'neil from Channel 6 News, and I am here in beautiful New York city, on the first day of spring.
And you know what that means, it is time to shed that pesky winter weight. And here with me today is celebrity fitness trainer, Harley Pasternak. Hi Harley" I placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Good morning, April, twenty years I've studied the animal kingdom. There are fat pigs, there are fat cows. There are no fat birds"
he pointed at the trampoline

"All right, I want you to visualize a sexy seagull. So we're going to squat down and flap your wings " he squatted down, moving his arms up and down as I did the same on the trampoline, feeling very stupid and embarrassed

"right over there full extension. Picture your leaving the cold north, and your flying. Your migrating."

Some time later

I take my jacket off of a camera stand feeling so stupid and frustrated.
"Four years of journalism school so that I can do that. Four years of my life Vern.. " she paused. "It's embarrassing." she looked down.

"Look, O'neil, I get it, you want to be a serious journalist. I see you sniffing around the newsroom for the big stories. But it's also okay to just give people something a little lighter- a little... little froth."
I raised a brow, confused ''froth?" I laughed. "You know how when you get a coffee, it's like, coffee, then they put a little froth on it. It's kind of nice" I smiled
"Vern,that's foam"
vern nodded

. "Yes, foam, froth, you get the point, it's just... it's nice, it tastes good, it's candy. Have you ever heard the expression, 'never take candy from a baby' ? It's because even babies love candy!
It's nice, and you're giving it to the people, something they like that's good and nice.
They look at you and they see, ' Wow there's a nice... there's... candy' the point is, i think that you should be rewarded, not punishing yourself. Okay? And I'm prepared to reward you. I say that we go to my buddy's old restaurant downtown. Its very vibey-"
I start walking away, scoffing
"We just ate on the way over here." Vern slowly walks after me
"No, I know we just... I'm not saying for a full meal we're just going to eat appetizers." i yelled from afar
"I gotta finish that interview. I'll see you at the office Vern! " I called out. " I'll see you at the office!"
Vern scoffed, putting on sunglasses.
I started biking back towards the pier

Moments later

I talked with Mr.Rivetti on the phone. " I just wanted to follow up Mr. Rivetti"
"Are you kidding me? How did you get my number?" he questioned, confused.
"If I could just ask one more question." Mr. Rivetti started to get a bit angry
"Listen, I already told you everything I know about this crime, everything." I get off my bike and start walking towards a spot to sit
"Wait wait wait Mr. Rivetti, please, I just, I need this" I say, sounding desperate as I sit down.

"Okay, you wanna know anything else?, you go back down to the docks and see my guy, stan. He'll tell you anything else you need to know, okay? And hey do me a favor and lose my number, all right?"
I smile as I hang up, and run to my bike, I start biking to the pier, to go talk to stan.
As I bike, I look around my surroundings, scared as I hear metal clanging. I stop when I start to hear voices on the other side of the fence, I put my bike down quietly and go check it out. I look around, not seeing anything, I pull out my phone calling channel 6.

"Chris, Chris, it's April im at the docks" Chris sat on his chair in the channel 6 office.
"We're in the middle of an evening brief, O'neil, whatever you can wait until tomorrow" he hangs up the phone
"No, no i need a camera crew- " I put my phone away feeling a bit angry and frustrated,
getting back on my bike i start biking along the fence trying to get a better view of what was happening, pulling out my phone i try to take a picture of the scene, the low lighting wouldn't let me take a picture, i sigh
" damn it "

i looked up climbing over the fence to get a closer view, squeezing through shipment containers, when I get passed them, i see a container go flying, hearing the word retreat, i hide closer into the close space, I start seeing cars flying past me, once the cars were away i let out a gasp, seeing a large shadow figure standing on the shipment containers.

I quickly take out my phone, fumbling a bit
"Shit"
I pull out the camera pointing to where the figure was, only to take a picture of nothing. I breathed heavily, running towards another container with a symbol on it. I took a lot of pictures before running out of there.

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