They -- whoever 'they' happened to be --
would realize the damage hadn't happened by accident, of course. The damaged
tapes were Mandi's message to them: "No pictures."
Would it really do any good? Or would her action simply piss somebody off
enough to leak the other pictures? Mandi sighed, knowing that her exposure was
inevitable, anyway, but she vowed to stave it off as long as possible. Privacy
was just too damned hard to come by.
There wasn't really any way to pressure the authorities. She couldn't in
good conscience refuse to help in matters of life and death. On the other hand,
she could let them know that quite a number of their other hopes and plans
involving the cooperation of a superwoman would become null and void the moment
any pictures were found -- or even suspected -- to have leaked from any
government offices.
Mandi mentally studied her list of agency... 'acquaintances'. That was the
best that she could call them, really, even after two weeks of working with
them. Most of them were more than a little in awe of her and some even seemed to
fear her.
John Cooke, who was nominally in charge of this NIA op, but seemed unable to
let even his star players know who was really running the show.
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