“Good evening and welcome back. This is... Escape! Tonight our teams are racing across the country, some going east, some west, heading for - “
“Uh Mr. Cagney?” said the balding man behind the camera.
Chance Cagney pursed his lips and held his rage in check. “You just ruined the shot, Bob.”
“It’s Tom, actually. And we weren’t rolling, sorry.”
Cagney sighed. He was used to more professionalism than this. “You are aware I am also executive producer, director and writer, in addition to being the star of this little production, aren’t you?”
“Well, yes sir,” said Tom the camera man, who gave the other crew members a nervous glance. They all avoided looking at him. “But...”
“But what, Bob?”
“It’s Tom. Aren’t the kids the stars?”
Cagney smiled a little smile that made him look more sinister than mirthful, like a snake preparing to snap it’s mouth open and strike. “Why, of course they are. They are the talent, the reason why we are going to be the biggest thing since that show about the castaways, whatever it was called. And do you, Tom, know what won’t be part of that success?”
Tom gulped and shook his head no.
“You,” said Cagney, and smiling sweetly he nodded at a couple hulking security goons. As Tom was dragged away, Cagney straightened his tie. When he looked up someone had already replaced Tom and was giving him the thumbs up.
Chance Cagney cleared his throat again and started over.
“Good evening, I am your host Chance Cagney. Tonight our teams are racing to opposite ends of the country, bound for challenges unknown and chased, literally running for their lives. Should they succeed, their reward will be truly magical. Should they fail, there will be no escape from their fate. Hold on to your chair, because this... is Escape!”
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