"Alright Amarlia, we are live infront of the President's office about the gas leak in New York, in 3, 2," John gave her the index finger simbalizing the last second, then he pointed at her for her to do her thing. 'A gas leak? It can't be that, there are not even any witnesses to say what actually happened, something smells like shit here, and I think it is this guy." John thought to himself.