“Go straight,” ordered Prescott.
“But the ships make for a great background!”
“We’ve come to an inchoate country, we can’t show the world some high-tech new dock!” Prescott sneered.
“Listen, Jasper, you’re new at this. The world ain’t interested in all the nice stuff that goes on. They like their little stereotypes…stop!”
They exited their van and were met with dilapidated structures and barefoot children.
Prescott nodded satisfactorily.
Camera recording, he spoke loudly. “Nothing much has changed in this city notorious for terrorism,” he began.
“As nothing much has changed with you manipulative foreign reporters!” snapped a voice nearby.
A woman with a logo of a local NGO on her shirt walked up, folding her arms.
“You missed a couple of Dunkin’ Donuts and malls back there, but hey, what could be better than a slum area for your fair and balanced channel.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
Fearing a confrontation, an apologetic Jasper dragged Prescott away.
But a furious Prescott found another run-down neighbourhood and got his story.
Upon flying back home Jasper quit and started his own online news channel, vowing to stay clear of the deception embedded in the international media around the world.