It had occurred to Mandi to wonder how Cade would handle being converted
without consultation, but not for long. He seemed to be exactly the kind of man
Mandi wanted on her team; capable, determined, outside the reaches of political
parties and religions, and able to both teach and learn.
He was a little long in the tooth, but that didn't seem to make any
difference concerning his effectiveness. And -- his profession as an armed spook
aside -- he seemed a warm, giving person, not just another of those 'I am my
job'-types.
Cade's reaction when she dropped by his room seemed to validate all her
immediate gut feelings about him. He'd simply grabbed his gear and said that
'on-the-job is the worst possible time to have to learn new tricks'.
Mandi had almost laughed at that. Almost. He was right, of course, but she
didn't have the luxury of time. As soon as the convention job ended, she had to
return to Las Vegas.
But still... Twenty kills and no arrests? Had she read him wrong, despite
her training and genetic predispositions?
After signing in for the look-alike contest, she'd been led to a dressing
room with the twenty-six other women and had put on the rather crude replica of
her costume.
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