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Chapter Three




A rock concert turned into carnage last night when an audience member opened fire on an unsuspecting crowd at the London Astoria, with at least one reported fatality.


Fans of US outfit Bright Eyes were left horrified by the incident, which took place shortly after 10pm.  A 22 year old man was arrested on site on suspicion of murder and possession of a firearm with intent to endanger life.  He was removed from the building without a struggle, shrouded in a hood to protect his identity, and taken to Charing Cross Police Station for questioning.


A motive for the shooting has yet to be ascertained.


Daily Reader reporter Cameron Greaves witnessed the attack first hand.  “It was chaos.  I don’t think anyone realised he had a gun.  The first anyone knew of it when the victim fell to the floor in a pool of blood.  People were running for their lives, desperate to get away, fearing that they were going to be involved in a British Columbine.


“The man with the gun looked deranged.  I caught a good look at him as we were ushered out.  He definitely knew what he was doing.


“People were obviously very shocked, a lot of people were in tears.  Everyone seems astounded.  It’s not the sort of event where you’d expect guns – even if gun crime is on the rise.”


Managers of the venue are holding emergency talks on security measures for future events, and have announced that they will be closed until further notice.


The man arrested is likely to appear before Magistrates on Monday morning.


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“I don’t see why the story shouldn’t be written by me.  It’ll give us the edge, Karl.  No other paper had a journalist on the scene, did they?”

            “This is a big story, is why,” Karl replied.  “They would never agree to let a junior take the lead.  They don’t pay me to shy away from the headline grabbers.”

            Cameron stifled thirty-three disparaging comebacks to that remark.  He was furious that his big chance was being deftly swiped away from him.  He knew how the system worked, and he knew that he had to do the groundwork as expected, but this was different.  He had his own eyewitness account, and that should grant him the story. 

            Karl walked away, feeling triumphant, regaining control.  Cameron had had a spring in his step as he bounced around the office regaling the night-shift with his dramatic tale, offering much better quotes than were being printed.  The feeling that his power was slipping away from him vanished, albeit for only a second.

            “I could always sell my story to another paper,” Cameron called after Karl and immediately he knew he was defeated.

            Unless, of course, he could get to the victim’s family first.