While the blast couldn't
destroy her, it hit her like a huge fist, knocking her spinning for several
miles before she could clear her head enough to regain control of herself.
She had no idea where she was until she looked around and saw the cloud of
smoke from the explosion hovering above downtown Atlanta. Distance made the
smoke cloud appear no bigger than the head of a thumbtack, and Mandi began to
realize just how powerful the explosion had been as she guesstimated that it had
thrown her five or six miles.
Flying back toward downtown, Mandi realized with a mental sigh that there
was no way that she'd be able to remain a mysterious semi-myth after today.
Someone might even have had the presence of mind to take her picture while
she was in the hotel's drive-through. Damn. It would probably be a shot of her
reaching under the car for the pvc tube. Wouldn't a close-up of her butt look
great on the six o'clock news?
Glancing around as she landed in the stairwell alcove where she'd left her
mundane clothes, she saw that some of the nearby buildings were missing some of
their windows.
Any damage would have been from debris, thought Mandi.
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