Below you the city teems with people, people that needed their news.

The door to your office bursts open and in storms your boss, the mighty E.G. White. He looks like a grim Bacchus stuffed into a twenty-one dollar suit, munching on a thick cigar.

“I’ve had a bellyful of your loafing. It’s 1935 and exciting things are happening all over the world. We gotta be the ones to give it to them. Otherwise that rag, the Daily World News will get the jump on us. After that you can say good bye to your cushy lifestyle.”

You don’t get excited. His bark is much worse than his bite. Truth be told you had been getting bored and this is just the kind of thing you’ve been waiting for but you play it cool.

He continues, “I’m gonna square with ya kid, I got two tickets here, one for you and one for Andy. Since you had the most recent top story, I’m giving you first pick. You can cover the maiden flight of the luxury zepplin Russelwaite in Germany or investigate a mysterious island that has surfaced off the Peruvian coast.”