When It Hits the Fan
As is typical on a Friday night when no other reporters are working, a bunch of NEWS fell upon our fair hamlet in Upstate South Carolina. Three men (who were originally on foot) are on the loose after opening fire on a family of five as the fam sat in their car.
That was after a church bus carrying seven-year-old girls en route to church camp ran off the interstate and flipped over three times, and after something else I covered which involved Little Lost Robot (my photog today) picking up a dead cat by it's tail to show it to me.

(Joke was on him. Maggots!)

So we couldn't decide which story I'd front live until the whole suspects-on-the-loose thing happened. At the makeshift command post, I saw/attempted to question the hottest law enforcement officer I've ever seen. He couldn't say much, but he looked hot not-saying much. After I got from the PIO the "important" "facts" about "the case", the far more important business of ID-ing the hot law enforcement man began.

Says Hildebr@nd the PIO: Wait, was it the guy with the rifle across his chest?