"Are you all right?" she asked.
As Cade said, "Yup," some of the awe-struck people turned to stare at her.
Two men hurried over to her, raving about how she'd handled the two gunmen so
quickly and helping her out of her Kevlar vest.
Another guy pulled open the closures on Cade's jacket and took it, then Cade
left Mandi to her adulation and went to climb back into his shoulder rig and
field jacket, tossing his phony 'press' badge on the bed.
John came in and momentarily joined the group by the console, then went to
stand by Cade and asked, "She's really something, isn't she?"
"Oh, hell, yes, John. Every bit of something. How's your picture-collecting
coming along?"
"I can only tell you what I told her. Our people are working on it. So far
we've recovered five sets at WNN alone."
"It doesn't look good for total containment, huh?"
Shaking his head, John said, "Honestly? No, it doesn't. And if they get to
the internet, we can forget about it."
"No shit. John, do you remember the Marilyn Monroe and Elvis look-alike
contests back in the sixties?"
He shrugged. "Yeah. Vaguely, I guess.
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