How could he have had such implicit faith in her?
Mandi couldn't really envision any of the other agency people she'd met
attempting much of anything without a thoroughly pre-discussed plan that had
been specifically approved by someone up the chain; a plan that would cover all
contingencies and especially peoples' asses after any fuckups.
That line of thinking led her back to the question of why she hadn't been
allowed to go in alone. Those of consequence within the NIA knew her
capabilities from demonstrations of her speed and strength at White Sands on two
occasions.
The elevator doors opening at the second floor roused Mandi from her
contemplations. Two men and a woman stepped aboard and moved to one side, then
the doors closed and the elevator descended.
When the doors opened again, Mandi nodded goodbye to the two men with the
trunk and strode out of the elevator at almost a march step, in keeping with her
mood, but had no particular destination in mind.
The lobby of the Rivage Hotel seemed crowded with people in various
costumes. Mandi asked a nearby woman in an alien costume what was going on and
was informed that preliminaries for the first costume contest of the convention
were about to be filmed for the local six o'clock news.
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