WNN's two camera guys circled Mandi and the car like a pair of wolves,
panning every inch of the scene as she marched toward the auditorium with the
Crown Vic. The woman with the microphone settled for walking alongside Mandi at
a distance as she spoke softly into the mike. She sounded as if she was
reporting a golf tournament at first, then her voice became somewhat louder as
she got over her own astonishment.
At the other end of the roped-off path the auditorium doors had swung open
at the same time as the street doors. Some of the con volunteers there were busy
keeping the rubbernecking crowd clear of the doors, but as Mandi approached, the
people shrank back from the entranceway.
After carefully easing the sedan through the auditorium doors, Mandi lifted
herself and the car into the air and flew toward the stage, but didn't land
there.
Paul had felt it necessary to make sure they knew the stage couldn't handle
the weight of the car. As Mandi settled to hover about a foot above the stage,
he paled slightly and prayed that she'd remember not to touch down.
Grabbing the mike from the stand a few feet in front of Mandi, Paul cleared
his throat and said in an odd tone of somber astonishment, "Ladies and
gentlemen.
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