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look. ?Think they know each other?? he asked.

?Getting the feeling. Buffy??

She looked, briefly, like she didn?t want to explain. Then she shrugged and said, ?After Rick beat me, we started writing. He?s a pretty cool guy, once you get past the part that he?s older than the dawn of time.?

?I choose to take that in the spirit in which it was offered,? said Rick. ?Especially since it comes from someone who thinks Edgar Allen Poe is socially relevant.?

Buffy sniffed.

?Right, you know each other,? I said. ?How?s his bribe? Do we hire him??

?He?s got good footage of Wagman from the last six months, a couple exclusive interviews, and a full recording of her chief of staff making the resignation calls,? Buffy said.

I shot Rick a startled look.

He grinned. ?He didn?t say I had to stop taping.?

?If I was interested in boys, I?d kiss you right now,? said Shaun, deadpan. ?George, in Newsie-speak, what does that mean for ratings??

?Three percent increase for starters, more if he can write well enough to sustain an audience. Rick, we can take you as a beta, you get your own byline but you run everything through me or my second, Mahir Gowda, no direct access to the candidate; if Ryman doesn?t get the nomination, you?re on a six-month base contract. I can e-mail you the legalese.?

?And if he does get the nomination??

?What??

?If he gets the nomination?which he will?what do I get??

I smiled. ?You get to stay with us until the bitter end, or until I fire your ass, whichever comes first.?

?Acceptable.? He held out his hand.

I shook it. ?Welcome to After the End Times.?

Shaun clapped him on the back before he had a chance to let go. ?More testosterone on the field team! My man! What do you think about poking dead things with sticks??

?It?s a good way to get ratings and commit suicide at the same time,? Rick said.

I snorted. ?All right. You can stay.?

There was a knock at the door. It opened before any of us had a chance to react, and Steve entered, sunglasses obscuring the majority of his expression. I stood.

?Is it time?? I asked.

Steve nodded. ?Senator asked me to make sure you were ready.?

?Right. Thanks, Steve.? Grabbing my bag, I hooked a thumb toward our newest addition. ?Rick, you?re with me; we?re on the floor. Buffy, I need you here, working the terminals. Hit my remotes and tell them we?re streaming raw footage starting in ten minutes, and they should be ready to start doing the forum-facing clean and jerk.?

?Editorial power??

?Fact only, no opinions until I log on and start setting the baselines.? I was checking equipment as I spoke, hands moving on autopilot. My recorder was charged, and the readout on my watch indicated that all cameras were operating at seventy percent or above. ?See if you can rouse Mahir, and yes, I know what time it is in London, but I need someone sane stomping on the trolls. Shaun??

?Outside the convention hall with my skateboard and my stick, watching to see if the protestors and picketers do anything worth reporting on,? Shaun said, snapping an amiable salute. ?I know my strengths.?

?Play to them, and don?t get dead,? I said, turning to head for the door. Steve stepped out of the way, giving me a sidelong look as Rick followed in my wake. ?It?s okay, Steve. He?s on the squad.?

?They liked my backflip,? Rick said, looking up at Steve. There was a lot of ?up? to look at. ?You?re very tall.?

?You must be a reporter,? Steve said. He closed the door behind us, leaving Shaun and Buffy inside.

The convention center had seemed busy before. Compared to the madhouse that greeted us as we proceeded toward the main meeting hall, it was a mausoleum. People were everywhere. They ranged from staffers I recognized from the various campaigns to private security, members of politicians? families, and reporters who?d somehow managed to get out of the press pit and into the wild. Soon, they?d go feral and start inventing scandals for the sake of their ratings.

Rick greeted the scene with calm professionalism, sticking close as I followed in Steve?s massive, crowd-clearing wake. Rick didn?t seem to have any problems taking orders from a woman ten years his junior, either, which can be an issue with guys trying to jump from the traditional news media to the blogging world. They don?t mean to bring their prejudices with them when they make the transition, but some things are harder to get rid of than an