The next day, our boss Thompson marched into the news room. I was sitting next to Vern, my camera with all my shots on it cradled in my lap as we watched her pace around the room. All the journalist's eyes following her every move, like a cat waiting for the canary. "All right, we need a lead for tonight, who's got it?" she starts. "Major redevelopments proposed for lower Manhattan." "no." She down right refuses to listen to the rest of his proposal. "I got something. NYPD task force taking credit for small decline in Foot-related crime." My nose scrunched up at this. What was that supposed to mean? "I like that, let's run with that." She agreed. "Yes Ma'am." The people chorused. Damnit.
"Oh, O'Neil. I'll talk to you in a minute." Thompson said before attempting to walk off. Key word: attempting. "No I know I'm actually overstepping my boundaries by being here, but I think that you're gonna want to hear what I have to say. I actually think that you're all gonna want to hear what I have to say...Um, I witnessed an attempted Foot Clan robbery at the docks in Brooklyn last night." April began. Was this why I came into work by myself this morning? Was she up late last night doing research or something?
"Hold on, the scanner said that gunshots were heard, but there were no reports of any Foot Clan activity." Someone interrupted. "That's because whatever they were attempting to do was stopped." Oh no. "What were you doing in Brooklyn anyway? Was there a trampoline convention?" The same guy asked her. What an asshole. "I was in Brooklyn because I was reporting, not sitting behind my desk, McNaughton." She snarked back. "Okay kids! Who stopped it?" Thompson asks, clearly interested even though there wasn't a lot to go on. April stops for a moment, clearly expecting to explain herself further before going straight into it. "Well, there was this guy. I didn't see him clearly, but he was swinging these giant shipping containers and knocking these guys into the...into the river. There is a vigilante that is fighting back against the Foot Clan. There's a huge story here!" April tried to make her statement heard before she got shut down by Thompson. Which anyone in the room could see coming from a mile away. Like I said earlier, April didn't have a lot of evidence to run on.
"O'Neil, I think you found Superman. That's cool." McNaughton replied sarcastically. I started to feel bad cause it's like what I said last night when she came home. Numerous people chuckled in the background before April continued "The vigilante is real. I saw him." Was all she could say, standing her ground. "O'Neil, I'm gonna assume that you would not come up here and tell us this fantastic story without some tangible proof." Thompson interrupted the 'banter' going on. "I took this photo of one of the shipping containers. I actually think that it may be his calling card." Me and Vern started looking away from the embarrassing scenario playing out before us. April barely had any proof of what happened at the docks last night. If anything, it could have been some graffiti that some kid had spray painted onto a container beforehand.
"This is nothing, O'Neil. This is nothing!" I cringed at the tone in my boss's voice. If April wasn't careful she could get fired for pulling a stunt like this. "That's exactly the point. Somebody stopped a Foot robbery and left no evidence. There is nothing." I wanted to cover my eyes as I watched the mock shock wash over Thompson's face. "Oh, I get it. You wanted me to put 'nothing' on the nightly news." She started. "Of course not." April tried to interject. "You know, I'm gonna pretend we never had this conversation. I'm erasing it from my mind. And the rest of us, we're gonna go back to work. Let's hit it!" I hung my head as I headed back over to my desk next to Vern's. Since we were both in the digital media side of the business I kinda became Vern's, I don't know, sidekick. He was the camera guy and I was the lucky girl that got stuck with all the photography stuff for April's side of Channel six news. The thing was though, I also got put on the more important level of the building. I was younger, inexperienced and yet more 'important' than April was to this company. I wish people understood what she was trying to get at here but she didn't have any proof. To be honest, I'm not even a hundred percent sure that I believe her...
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Just a regular teenage ninja (a TMNT Bayverse Raph x reader story)
FanficY/N Y/L/N had it all, friends, a high GPA and excellent grades, her mom was the first immigrant police chief of the NYPD. That was until the shredder finally succeeded in his mission to kill her...and Y/N and her sister April are next on the hit lis...
