The electricity had apparently scrambled his circuits a
little and Cade had to try twice to get his legs to function properly.
"Damn," he said. "How much juice do those lines carry?"
Andrea said, "No idea, but it's enough to power everything for blocks in a
commercial zone. We were kind of surprised to find you still breathing, Ed."
As Mandi slapped dust and dirt off his clothes, Cade said, "So was I. Maybe
the lines grounded out as they hit me. Maybe I didn't get a full dose?"
"No," said Mandi. "I saw the end of that cable hit you twice. It didn't
touch the ground either time."
Shrugging with a bit less grace than usual, Cade said, "Well, then, I guess
we don't have an answer. Let's head for the room. I could use a coffee."
Andrea said, "Actually, so could I, I think."
'I could use a coffee,' Mandi repeated Cade's words in her mind as they
headed downstairs. That was exactly what he'd said to Carter after dealing with
Nassir, and he'd said it in exactly the same tone.
She checked his heartbeat and respiration and found them ranging about
normal, even as he descended the stairs to the top floor.
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