Reporter 1:
Live at the Congress, Ohio house representative Quinn Fabray and dismissed corporal Jake Robertson are set to release a public statement at exactly 3pm today.
The ex-military officer was found caught in the middle of transaction during a drug raid a week ago. Now, the congresswoman has been tipped off that there's a bigger fish to catch in this fishy pond.
The metaphorical bomb is to be dropped in a matter of minutes here at Washington DC.
Back to you, Michael.
Congresswoman Fabray's Office
Ring! Ring!
Seeing her best friend's picture on the other line, Quinn Fabray answered the video call at once.
"Quinn Celeste Fabray! Madre Dios! What in heaven's name are you-"
Holding up her left hand to signal her best friend to stop from talking or starting a sermon, more like, Quinn drew out a deep breath before speaking in a solemn tone.
"San, I'll explain everything I can later, ok. For now, I just need your support please. "
Santana nodded in understanding, the words everything I can was not missed by the Latina but she nevertheless knew the secrecy needed in Q's government office. With a worried almost motherly voice, she said,
"Just be careful, Q. I'll see you later. Love you."
Quinn smiled at the words of affection though her lips were tightly held into a smile that never reached her hazel eyes. The gesture signified that she'd be fine, there's nothing to worry about.
"Love you, too. Ok. Bye."
With that, she turned off the holographic video call.
Less than a second has passed when a buzz was heard somewhere in her office. Pressing the intercom button on, the image of the exotically beautiful but no nonsense features of an African American woman, Maya, Quinn's assistant appeared.
"Miss Fabray, the press is already at the forum hall. Jake Robertson is at Room 408. Ready when you are."
Answering with a curt nod and putting up 2 fingers whilst mouthing 2 minutes, Quinn ended the call. She continued looking at the black screen of the intercom and hence catching her own restless face staring back at her.
Understandably, Quinn was nervous with this press conference but only few could have guessed the real reason behind. In truth, Quinn Fabray was excited. This expose will catapult her into the Senate if she'd play her cards right. And knowing herself, she would deal this right. Bearing her little pep talk in mind, she graced the congressional halls in all confidence.
Location: Congress' Forum Hall
Time: 3:00pm to 4:00pm
As aired in Channel 5 National News Report: 6:15pm
Jake Robertson, a sandy-haired man in his 30's stood tall with his robust chest out, typical to any military officer. The man would have looked plain had he not possessed the poise of someone that deemed authority and attention. As he approached the podium, the room grew silent.
"First of all, I stand here in front of all of you in behalf of myself and with all the self-respect I can still redeem. But I would not have gathered enough courage to reveal this conspiracy, if it weren't for Hon. Fabray's Team's trust." He paused for a while then continued with a subtly more booming voice,
"The immeasurable amount of drugs being trafficked all over Asia, Europe and America cannot be singlehandedly done by drug lords nor protected by middle-rank officials such as me. Higher, more powerful authorities are involved. One name in particular, one general… I've been privy of transacting with various criminals is no other than General Robertson."
The forum hall grew even quieter than minutes before then a sudden uproar from the information-hobbling interviewers filled its four walls.
"Your stepfather, Corporal?"
"Do you have evidence?"
"What's your angle?"
"Gen. Robertson has served the army in good light for so long, what makes this credible?"
Robertson Jr. remained tight-lipped after the confession. He knew it was time for the honorable representative's intervention.
As it is being aired in Television during primetime news, several clips of the young congresswoman gravely speaking at the podium hall was shown.
Clip 1:
Quinn's eyes were focused at the camera as she talked to the reporters; her voice was devoid of emotions as she sounded merely stating facts.
"It took 5 days of investigation by my team and select government bodies before we were convinced that the corporal was telling the truth."
Clip 2:
A holographic picture of a middle aged balding but austere looking man that can only be General Robertsonwas shown in darkly-lit warehouse. His figure was lit by an almost empty office nearby. Meanwhile, Quinn was speaking in voice-over.
"This picture was shot in a warehouse in Russia a month ago. Two weeks ago, the area was a confirmed drug hotspot. Zooming in, you'd find that the man inside the office was no other than the arrested drug lord Benjamin Connor who was caught transacting with Corporal Robertson, here a few days ago."
Clip 3:
Once again, a close shoot of Quinn in her cool collected composure was being played.
"A case is currently being filed at the Congress and the Military. Robertson Jr. shall herein be under the protection of the Lower House whilst all pieces of evidence shall only be released in the aforementioned courts from now on. This information has been made public as per request of Corporal Robertson as the House Permanent Select Committee on Intelligence will diligently search for the truth and serve justice where it's due."
End TV Clips
With those last words, Quinn Fabray grimly climbed down the epic podium of the Congress' Forum Hall as Jake Robertson followed closely behind. On the other hand, two men in uniforms sandwiched the controversial duo to protect them from possible ambush or just mere press riot.
Fabray's Washington Residence
8pm
Positioning her tired hazel eyes in the Bio-Scanner, Quinn heard the distinct click of the automatic locks opening as her identity was confirmed. She gently pushed the door ajar to enter the spacious condo unit she called home. She barely got inside when she heard several sets of feet scrambling inside. Her personal bodyguard, who was tailing a yard behind, immediately went on alert mode. His hand went closely to his chest pocket, an inch near his gun and at the same time, agilely placing half of his body in front of Quinn. Danger!
The noises grew louder as the sounds of footsteps came closer. Before Quinn could comprehend that her safety was at risk and even before fear could dawn on her….