Mandi stood holding both mens' pistols
as she watched Marjeel and Cade scuffle.
"Jeeezus!" breathed the console guy.
"Try it at half-speed," said Cade.
The guy stopped the tape and rewound, then set the speed bar and played it
again. Mandi was still blurred, but vaguely identifiable as a blonde in a blue
dress instead of simply a streak across the screen. They were still unable to
see what, exactly, she'd done to the gunmen.
"Jeeezus!" the console guy muttered again. Checking his watch against the
tape counter, he said, "When you made your move, she took the other two out in
less than three-tenths of a second!"
"Yeah, she's pretty quick," agreed Cade. "Thanks."
He turned from the screen and went to the bathroom, took a leak and washed
Marjeel's taint from his hands, then combed his hair and headed back out to the
bedroom.
Half a dozen people were clustered around the console, playing and replaying
Mandi's part of the action and making various amazed comments about her as she
appeared in the doorway. For a few moments she watched and listened to them,
then she looked at Cade.
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