"Is this really necessary?" Janet Finlayson protested. She had been one of the cities more familiar faces in news reporting and was not accustomed to being searched so thoroughly. The security men opened the camera and inspected the electronics inside. The security supervisor rolled his eyes, his years of hearing people protest every time he did his job has clearly worn his patience so thin, he didn't even have enough interest to give a reaction, let alone an answer. He glared at her and her crew as his men finished their job.
"Well?!" she insisted. "Aren't you going to say anything?!" The officers nodded an "all clear" at him and Carl Lupinski smiled a phony smile and said "Welcome to this evening's event. We hope you enjoy yourself tonight." In a huff, she moved inside and joined the rest of the press who had thoroughly been inspected. To the side was a detention area where some unlucky news crew from a competing film crew was being detained. Someone had forgot they carried a pocket-knife and it had cost them a timely admittance, assuming the explanation ever went over. Based on the way their station's correspondent was carrying on, it wasn't looking like they would be getting in this time.