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From: Tikatu Sent: 5/17/2006 9:14 AM
Friday, July 13, 2068, 1:30 p.m., local time, Jacksonville, FL (roughly 6:30 a.m., July 14, Tracy Island)
"There they are," the woman said to the man who sat beside her, watching the children cavorting in the subdivision pool.
"Which ones?"
"Hmm. Let's see." The woman peered through the windshield. "Yeah. See the teenager with the long, kind of honey brown hair and the shades? She's wearing a blue maillot."
The man lifted a vidcam to his eye and adjusted his zoom lens. "Yeah, I see her. Can't get a good shot from here; the windshield's too dirty."
"Okay. Then the blond boy who's playing with the smaller boy... the one with the brick red hair. They both have buzz cuts but I think you can see..."
"Yeah. The older one's wearing a t-shirt?"
"That's him."
"The younger kid is the brother?"
"Yes."
"Okay, got them. Let's go."
The pair got out of the sedan. The man leaned up against the hood of the car, lifting the camera, and using the zoom lens to try and capture the three children who were sunning themselves or swimming among the others from the upscale subdivision. The woman started to go around the fence, planning on calling out the name of the girl and trying to get a few words with her.
Suddenly, a hand thrust itself upwards, covering the lens of the camera and dragging it down. The photographer glared at the older woman who had hold of his device. The would-be interviewer was intercepted by a brawny man, who stood in her way and blocked her every attempt to get closer to the pool.
"Get out of my way. I'm with the press," she said, trying to push past him. He merely smiled and changed his position.
"Let go of my lens!" the cameraman said, frowning. "You're putting hand prints on it!"
"Sorry, but no pictures," the older woman said, firmly taking hold of the vidcamera, keeping her hands over the lens. He struggled to pull it free, but she had a good grip.
"That's enough!" A sharp voice cut between the two small parties. All four people turned to see a young woman, dressed smartly, a Tracy Industries lapel pin on her suit's jacket, standing beside the sedan. "Maureen, Elliott, bring them back here."
The interviewer, seeing this woman as someone in charge, flounced up to her, beckoning for her photographer to follow. "I am Sarah Gerrold, with NTBS Jacksonville. My cameraman, Sid, and I are here to get a few words with the Tracy children. You are interfering with freedom of the press!"
"And you, Ms. Gerrold, are interfering with the Tracy family's right to privacy," the well-dressed woman said. "You get one warning; do not try and interview or take pictures of the Tracy children. If we see you or your cameraman loitering around them again, we will turn you over to the police."
"On what charge?"
The smartly dressed woman smiled. "Trespassing. Haven't you seen the signs? This is a subdivision pool and only members are allowed." She looked at her fellow security people. "And before you ask: we have standing permission to accompany the Tracy children to the pool and the other subdivision amenities." She poked a well-manicured finger at Sarah. "Now, leave them alone, or find yourself in jail."
"And what will you do if we don't?" Sarah Gerrold put her head up proudly.
"Besides having you arrested for trespassing... or stalking?" the security chief said. "Cease and desist orders against your affiliate here and your main headquarters in New York, civil lawsuits against both you and Sid seeking damages for the children's emotional distress, a lawsuit against your affiliate for the same... in other words, we will tie you in such legal knots that you'll lose your job, and more."
"But the Tracys are newsworthy!"
"Correction: Mr. Tracy is newsworthy and a public figure. His adopted children are not. Now go."
Sarah Gerrold looked as if she was going to be stubborn, but the security chief merely said, "Elliott?" The brawny man took out his cell, and began dialing for the police.
"All right, all right. We're going." Gerrold motioned to Sid, and they walked back to the sedan. "We'll find another way," she whispered to him. "Later."
He nodded. They both got into the car and drove out of the parking lot.
"Do you think they'll be back, Liz?" Maureen asked as she watched them go.
"Probably," Liz said, sighing. "Fortunately the kids only have two more days here then they're on their way to South Carolina to their maternal grandmother's house. Then the security people up there can deal with the press."
98% pure evil...and loving every minute of it.
 
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