"Where's the broadcast van? Hurry! Get moving!"
"I want our station to be the first on the scene! A massive explosion in New Jersey, MetLife Stadium collapsing, suspected soldiers entering the battlefield...
"My God, any one of those would make headlines!
"Now they've all happened together. Do you know what that means?"
The chubby supervisor waved his fists, his face flushed crimson as he glared ferociously at the staff bustling below him.
"It means the eyes of the entire world will be on this place! This will be the biggest story for days! It means bonuses!
"Promotions! Raises!"
Spurred on by him, the staff moved even faster. Everyone was running.
Communications were not as swift as they would be in the future, when social networks could deliver breaking news to the whole world with almost no delay.
And Voldemort's anti-Muggle magic had severely disrupted the surrounding electronics.
Thus, more than half an hour had passed before the television stations belatedly received the news. On certain people's instructions, they all mobilized their best resources.
They dispatched broadcast vans rarely brought into service and their finest presenting teams. Had they not learned that helicopters could not operate nearby, they would certainly have sent a few of those too.
In short, they were determined to broadcast the images from this place throughout the West.
"Okay! Go, go, go!"
The broadcast van's engine roared as it sped toward its destination.
The same scene played out outside every television station. As a global metropolis, New York never lacked media outlets.
"Holy shit!"
As they drew closer and the enormous Light Curtain began to emerge faintly before their eyes, everyone cried out.
"What is that? Have aliens finally decided to invade Earth?"
"No idea, but this clearly isn't just an attack. John, that fat bastard,