Turn off your
phone. Kick off your shoes and relax. We can ring John and Alan on my phone and
tell them to settle the herd, then talk about what to do next."
Laughing, Mandi asked, "Next? Next I head back to Vegas."
She took a long hit from her beer as Cade said, "Uh, huh. I've heard they
even have TV's in Vegas nowadays, ma'am. John said that there are still four
terrorists unaccounted for. Do you really want to be way out West if they try
something else this weekend? We still don't know why they chose this time and
place. Could be it isn't over yet."
"He didn't say anything to me about four more of them."
"Well, he didn't tell the rest of us about you, either, so it could be he
just doesn't communicate very well, y'know?"
Levering himself off the door frame, Cade said, "I'll leave my door open,
just in case. Later, milady," and swigged his beer as he headed for his room.
Some guy with a phone to his ear opened the temporary ops room's door across
the hall, saw Mandi, and spoke to someone as he stood there. Cade veered across
the corridor and noddingly pushed past him into the room.
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