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"Can you tell me who's running the show?"
"Not at this time."
"That sucks, John."
Nodding again, John said, "That's how I see it, too, but that's how it is."
Someone called to John from the doorway and John excused himself, patting
Mandi's shoulder on the way past her and saying, "Thanks again for your help."
Mandi shortly disengaged from her SWAT fan club and joined Cade by the bed.
"Is everything all right?" she asked.
"No," said Cade. "John can't tell me who's running this op."
"Neither can I," said Mandi. "Alan's getting his orders from John and won't
admit to knowing anything else. Does it really matter who's at the top?"
"It does to me, but as long as John's in my command chain, I'll go along
with things. Do you have dinner plans?"
"Yes. Some of the people from my group are going to DelMonico's around seven
if nothing else happens. Want to come with us?"
"No, thanks," he pulled the DragonCon schedule halfway out of his pocket,
"I'm gonna disappear before they let the news people out and go find some food.
There are a couple of things I want to check out between seven and nine.
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