Dietrich's eyes gleamed with an unnatural brightness.
"For us today, the word 'ratings' no longer does this crisis justice. This will be a historic moment, captured on film. The world will know..."
He looked at the assault team descending through the shaft on camera. Lin Cuo's Shen Hu, Chifuyu's White Knight, Todo, and the Four Holy Swords flickered in and out of view. Lasers occasionally swept across the mineralized shell, leaving overexposed white patches at the edges of the frame.
"This is the first time all humanity has seen the same thing at the same time. Pendragon and Luoyang can distrust each other, Paris can keep holding meetings, and India can declare it has seized the strategic initiative, but right now, they're all looking at the same enemy."
"So we're still going farther down?"
"Of course."
The driver turned around and swore. "Director, any farther down and we'll enter the firing range of those so-called Laser-Class! Our Gao Hai doesn't have an Absolute Defense Barrier!"
Dietrich did not immediately give the order. First, he turned to the two camera crew members in the auxiliary compartment.
"You can stay here. Just because I need a story doesn't mean anyone has to die with me."
The older cameraman checked his harness, then asked, "What about you?"
"Of course I'm going down."
"Then what are we supposed to film up here? Your cables?"
The other technician was pale, but he still hugged the spare lens a little tighter.
"I'm going down too, but Director, if the optical cable gets cut again, we really won't have any backup lines left."
Dietrich looked at the last two reels of armored optical cable remaining behind the Gao Hai.
"Then have the people behind us send down a few more reels. This is a huge story. Do