"
"They happened all over the country. If Mandi's pictures get out, maybe the
thing to do is hold contests in L.A., Vegas, and all the major cities as quickly
as possible. Send up some chaff. Make Mandi Steele-wannabes all over the place
and give her a nationwide crowd to get lost in; otherwise she'll have to hide
between missions in order to have any privacy at all. Now tell me something,
John."
"What's that?"
"Tell me why didn't you just let her buzz into the room and grab all the
guns. I've seen the tape. With a running start from the hallway she could have
zapped them all in half a second or less and been out of there."
With a straight face, John said, "It was felt that we needed a distraction
to minimize risk."
"And I need taller boots. Just tell me you aren't going to tell me, John.
Don't bullshit me."
Nodding, John said, "Okay. I can't tell you."
"That means someone else is in command of this op. Someone I don't know. I
really don't like that, John."
Sighing slightly, John said, "Well, I don't either, but you know it isn't
the first time and it won't be the last.
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