On a bus ride to the west side of Santa Tecla, Brady asked a question of his own.
"So what kind of angle are you pursuing in your story?"
Aggie continued checking her email as she answered. "Um, I'm really not sure yet. Have any ideas?"
"No. I was just trying to figure out why you wanted to talk to all those guys in the jail. We've never done anything like that before."
"Well, we've never been through anything like a gang fight before."
Brady thought about the time when they were nearly trampled by protesters in Cairo nearly a year prior. Aggie had written an award-winning story without interviewing a single protester. He was perplexed but decided not to pursue the subject any further.
"They wouldn't even let me take pictures." He sighed and looked out the window.
"So what kind of angle are you pursuing in your story?"
Aggie continued checking her email as she answered. "Um, I'm really not sure yet. Have any ideas?"
"No. I was just trying to figure out why you wanted to talk to all those guys in the jail. We've never done anything like that before."
"Well, we've never been through anything like a gang fight before."
Brady thought about the time when they were nearly trampled by protesters in Cairo nearly a year prior. Aggie had written an award-winning story without interviewing a single protester. He was perplexed but decided not to pursue the subject any further.
"They wouldn't even let me take pictures." He sighed and looked out the window.
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