The face on the screen was distorted with excitement, and the saliva almost penetrated the lens.
"... So, I solemnly declare here!" The famously radical congressman slammed the podium, and his voice rose to a harsh level. "For the future of this country, I sincerely hope that my opponent, John Craig, will disappear from my eyes immediately! Forever!"
The night duty room of the court was quiet, except for the low hum of the central air conditioner and the clicking of my shorthand keyboard. I rubbed my sore eyes and recorded this nonsense full of gunpowder as it was. It's another political show, and it's boring. I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was two seventeen in the morning, and there was a pile of trial recordings waiting to be sorted out.
Just when I was about to cut off this boring live broadcast channel, something happened.
