Ready for my close-up

The two person crew had already arrived. Ava felt like she's seen the interviewer before, or she just looks like all the other young attractive anchors on TV. The cameraman she definitely didn't recognize. She made her way over the wooden chair surrounded by portable set lighting.

"Well...um...hi there," greeted the woman, clearly confused on where the rest of Ava's clothing was. "I'm Jillian Jacobs of Channel 12 and this here is Tony my cameraman," she nodded towards the man while extended her hand to Ava. She shook it but only offered a nod. Ava couldn't tell if any recording equipment was already on, but wanted to expose as little as possible to her identity...while in a skimpy bikini. Tony directed Ava next to the chair where a small pink sticker was on the floor to mark her spot.

"I'm ready for my mutha' fuckin' close-up!" shouted Andre, making his presence known. Dana was right behind him, wearing the same outfit as Ava. Andre greeted Jillian and they began to discuss how the speech and follow-up questions will go. Dana stood on her pink sticker on the other side of the wooden chair. Dean made his way to the elevator while Charles stood out to the side next to Dana but out of the range of the TV camera. After a bit of chit-chat, Andre took his seat and got the green light from the crew to start.

Much like his first speech, Andre began to incoherently go on a self-praising tirade while mentioning his many accomplishments. Ava had to keep herself from snickering when he mentioned her and Dana as just fucked him minutes before. After a few minutes he began to list out the next portion of names and contacts he had. Finally, she thought, the reason why she's on this mission. After another five minutes Andre ended and Jillian chimed in. The questions were from a pre-made list that Andre agreed to. So his answers seemed quick, witty, and surprisingly intelligent. While the two went back and forth, Ava began to become focused on Tony.

Tony seemed to be sweating a bit too much for her liking. He wasn't shaking, but he seemed to be fiddling with the camera. From her basic understanding of television equipment, Ava always thought that once everything was set up and filming it was just making sure the camera didn't move away from the subject. A compartment opened up in the large TV camera with a noticeable click. Tony didn't move. Maybe Ava was just paranoid.

Suddenly Ava's paranoia was proven true as Tony pulled out a pistol from the compartment. "VAFFANCULO!" screamed Tony as he pointed the gun at Andre. Ava reacted as quick as she could and kicked the chair, along with Andre, to the side. The first two bullets just missed Andre's head as he fell to the ground. Ava sprinted towards Tony and leapt to tackle him. He got off two more shots before Ava took him down.

Ava heard a loud scream that sounded to come from a man. While on top of Tony she shot a quick glance behind her, fearing the worst.