Cade signed it and presented it to Avery, then pulled his DragonCon
'registered guest' badge out of his jacket pocket, clipped it to his collar, and
headed into the hotel to see if this year's convention was still underway after
all the excitement.
In the second-floor con suite, it seemed that a number of other people were
wondering the same thing. They filled the con suite practically wall-to-wall as
Cade squeezed in and looked around.
No answers there; Cade left the con suite and headed for the registration
ballroom on the first floor, taking the cell phone he'd been issued out of his
pocket and dialing the Atlanta number he'd been given for the mission.
A woman answered with, "Zero-eight-two-six."
"Dragonfly here."
"Go, Dragonfly."
"I filed a police report. Nothing to add. Am I offline?"
"Yes. John says 'good job' and you're on standby."
"Okay, thanks."
"You're welcome. Enjoy your stay in Atlanta."
She disconnected. Cade slipped the phone back in his pocket as he approached
the elevators. As usual, there was a herd of people waiting. Some began chanting
in unison as if that would somehow make the right elevator light come on.
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