Hard News

an Ikegami video camera with an Ampex deck and a battery pack. Rune and the Model climbed into an Econoline van. She grabbed the lip of the doorway and swung up and in, the way she liked to do, feeling like a pilot about to take off on a mission. The driver, a scrawny young man with a long, thin braid of blond hair, gave a thumbs-up to Rune and started the van. Explosive strains of Black Sabbath filled the van.
    “Shut that crap off!” the Model shouted. “Then let’s move—we’ve got ammonia on the BQE! Go, go, go!”
    Which the kid did, turning down the tape player and then squealing into the street hostilely as if he were striking a blow for classic rock music.
    As they drove through Manhattan, Rune looked absently out the window at the people on the street as they in turn watched the van, with its sci-fi transmission dish on top and the call letters of the TV station on the side, stenciled at an angle. People always paused and watched these vans drive past, probably wondering if it was going to stop nearby, if something newsworthy was happening, if they themselves might even get to appear in the background of a news report. Sometimes Rune would wave at them. But today she was distracted. She kept hearing Randy Boggs’s voice.
    The first thing you think is, Hell, I’m still here
….
   
I’m still here
….
   
I’m still here
.
    “ SO, WHY CAN’T I JUST WALK INTO HER OFFICE AND TALK to her?”
    The Model snapped, “Because she’s the anchor.”
    As if nothing more need be said.
    Rune trudged beside him through the scuffed corridor that led from the elevator back to the newsroom. The worn carpet was sea-blue, the parent company’s corporate color. “So what
if
she’s an anchorwoman. She’s not going to fire me for talking to her.”
    “Well, why don’t you quit talking about it and make an appointment.” The Model was in a bad mood because, yes, it had been an ammonia truck and, yes, it had tipped over but no one had told the station that the truck was empty. So, no spill. It had even had the courtesy to roll over onto the shoulder so that rush-hour traffic wasn’t disrupted much at all.
    They arrived in the studio and Rune replayed the tape she’d shot of the truck. The Model looked at the footage and seemed to be trying to think of something unpleasantly critical to say about her work.
    She said enthusiastically, “Look, I got the sunset. There on the side of the truck. That ridge of red, see—”
    “I see it.”
    “Do you like it?”
    “I like it.”
    “Do you mean it?”
    “Rune.”
    As the tape was rewinding, Rune said, “But Piper’s ultimately my boss, isn’t she?”
    “Well, in a way. She works for the Network; you work for the local owned-and-operated station. It’s a strange relationship.”
    “I’m a single woman living in Manhattan. I’m used to strange relationships.”
    “Look,” he said patiently. “The President of the United States is in charge of the Army and Navy, okay? But do you see him talking to every PFC’s got a problem?”
    “This isn’t a problem. It’s an opportunity.”
    “Uh-huh. Piper Sutton doesn’t care diddly-squat for your opportunities, sweetheart. You have an idea, you should talk to Stan.”
    “He’s head of local news. This is national.”
    “Nothing personal but you
are
just a camera girl.”
    “Girl?”
    “Cameraperson. You’re a
technician.”
    Rune continued cheerfully. “What do you know about her?”
    “Her with a capital H again?” The Model looked at Rune for a moment in silence.
    Rune smiled coyly. “Come on, please?”
    He said, “Piper Sutton started out where I am, right here—a reporter for the local O&O in New York. She went to the University of Missouri Journalism School. Anyway, she did beat reporting, then she moved up in the ranks and became head of radio news, then executive producer for radio. Then she got tapped as a reporter for the Network.
    “She was overseas a lot, I know. She was in the Mideast and she got an award for covering the Sadat assassination. Then she came back here and anchored the weekend program then moved on to
Wake Up With the
News
. Finally they tried to move her into the parent. They offered her something pretty big, like executive VP in charge of O&Os. But she didn’t want a desk job. She wanted to be on camera. She finagled her way into
Current Events
. And there she is. She makes a million dollars a year. Lives on Park Avenue. That lady is ground zero in the world