Once she was in position and hovering a couple of feet above the ramp, Mandi
simply shrugged the car upward a few inches and zipped out from under it before
it could begin falling to the ground.
The Crown Vic landed almost perfectly on all four of its tires at once,
bounced heavily, and shuddered to stillness. People came to wonderingly touch it
as if to see if it was a real car.
Pinching the fabric of her bodysuit at each shoulder, Mandi gave it a couple
of ear-splitting snaps that seemed to obliterate the two big, dark smudges on
her back.
"Kewl," said Cade. "Talk about stainproof..."
She then took off her cape and gave it a rolling snap that left a faint
cloud of undercarriage residue in the air.
As she put it back on, Cade opened the front passenger door to retrieve the
damp towel in the plastic bag, then used the towel to wipe smudges off the skin
of Mandi's arms and shoulders as the WNN people approached.
"Messy, messy," whispered Cade. "You need a bath, lady. Do you always get
this dirty when you play with cars?"
Mandi snickered as she held up a forearm smudge for Cade's attention.
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