@pantheonsays
it's only a matter of time before the Pantheon lands on her doorstep. But of all the ways they can twist the knife, they pick the one that can best paralyze her. The very one that can turn everything upside down. She hides her phone almost immediately after reading the text. Was there a real threat, or was this just another wild goose chase to hide the truth?
All Amelia knows for certain - this is, at the very least, a credible source.
"Attention! Everyone--" It's madness in the room, as chaos and panic sets in. But it's not her first time trying to cajole a distracted audience, and Amelia reaches for a champagne flute, purposefully smashing it on the edge of the podium. The commotion loud enough to pull eyes her way.
"I am Amelia Dreyer, from Channel 212." She says, her voice projecting to hit the back of the glasshouse. Into her 'broadcaster' voice now as she continues; "My sources have alerted me just now. There are reports that an explosive is in the glasshouse." Amidst the murmurs and movement, she yells even louder. "There is exactly one hour left for us to find it. We must work quickly to get to safety!" Or at the very least, find a palce with minimal impact.