I look at Sunny, who looks at Peter, who looks at me.
“So what do we do?” he says, covering the mic of his headset.
“We keep at it,” I say, curtly, plainly. “We stay up until it’s resolved—the riot, I mean. We, ah, we just do our jobs.”
“... and the Long Beach Freeway on the east. The California Army National Guard has been deployed to assist the Sheriff’s Department and Los Angeles Police Department in a mutual aid operation to restore law and ...”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“... protect life and property. This concludes this activation of the Los Angeles County Emergency Broadcast System ...”
He faces forward, leans into the controls. “Well, which job is that? Gazing through that camera endlessly and making smart comments, or keeping us in the air? Because they are not the same.”
I titter
