We should probably mention the foetus, too, I mean how it just. If this falls in the first thirty we need to get the word 'murder' in there. "We might play this before the doctor interviews. "S'what the police report says." Blake continues to talk with nerve in his voice. "I'll say she strangled herself to death?" Lynn scoffs at Blake.
We don't know that." Blake says nervously, almost as if it would offend people of she said that. We're flying past the Havasupi Indian Reservation in central Arizona, in search of the origins of murder victim Jane Doe." Lynn starts explaining but Blake starts talking over her. "I'm Lynn Langermann, here for news tomorrow dot net. "That was exciting." Lynn laughs, she begins saying a bunch of random things you didn't understand, but it was obvious they were warm up exercises. "What the fuck?" Blake look over at the man flying the helicopter. We'll have to." Blake gets cut off by the helicopter suddenly jumping. Production value?" Lynn changes the subject, looking over at Blake, Blake nods and picks up his camera. "We should record an intro while we're up here. "You're fun to have, you bring comedy to the show." She says, she basically repeated what Blake had said, but in a better way, you nod, proud that you were at least something to the show and you didn't just follow them around. "You make us laugh." Blake says, sounding unsure, if he got a total say in if you got to go, he would definitely say no, but it Lynn seemed to always get the final decision, Lynn nods in agreement. "Why do you guys let me come with you?" You ask both Lynn and Blake, they both looked at each other, and then back at you. She had to have spent at least a decade downstream from some pretty heavy industry." Lynn says, you had no idea what she was talking about, and that was when you finally questioned. "It does look pretty empty." Blake agrees. "We can look but there's nothing out here." The man tells the three of you, Lynn looks down at the trees, he was right, all that could be seen was desert and trees. You said I'm looking for a sort of factory?" The man flying the helicopter asks. "Hey, we're crossing into reservation land now.
I haven't thought about her in ages." Lynn sighs, as do you. You used to be close with Jessica, despite her being a couple of years older than you, she was in the same classes as Lynn and Blake. From when we were kids." Blake quickly explains that caused both you and Lynn's eyebrow raise to fall flat. "You know a Jessica?" Lynn crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow.
Jessica!" You quickly jump into the conversation. "What?" He furrows his eyebrows, he had no idea what she was talking about. "You were calling out some other women's name." Lynn quickly says, you look back at Blake, waiting for what he had to say. "I had to get that hospital footage organised." He replies, Lynn rolls her eyes. "You should have slept last night." Lynn tells Blake, he nods understandingly, but still defends himself. "I'm awake." He assures her, you snort with laughter. Jesus, Blake, are you really sleeping?" Lynn asks him loudly, Blake quickly lifts his head up. Sorry for not having any romance in a story about cults and death. (If you didn't see it in the description, the reader is Blake Langermann's sister, meaning this isn't an x reader.
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