" He paused, then added, "They keep pretty close track of the pool
cars, too. Might be better if we just rented something. Or flew."
With a wry grin, Mandi asked, "You want me to fly you from one burger stand
to another?"
"No, ma'am. We'd fly to where there are a bunch of them close together, like
at beltway exits along the Interstate. Then we'd walk. No vehicle records to
worry about that way."
Mandi nodded. "Yeah. Okay. Sounds good."
Chapter Seventeen
Mandi didn't particularly like the man she'd met in Washington, but the
President was the only one who could quietly approve a fairly large clandestine
expenditure.
It was one thing to select and convert people, but it was quite another to
provide them a base of operations, communications, training, equipment, and all
the other logistical necessities.
He'd easily understood the urgency of getting the program underway, but he'd
balked when Mandi -- well aware that their conversation was likely being
recorded -- avoided discussion of her method of converting regular people to
superpeople.
Leaning back in his chair, he'd asked, "Why can't we just convert one of our
Ranger units, ma'am? Wouldn't that be a lot simpler and faster than hand-picking
and having to train every single.
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