A scant few minutes later she backed her speed down to subsonic again for
her arrival in Las Vegas and had a good look around the city as she landed.
'Well, nothing seems to be missing or broken,' she thought as she landed on
the roof of a friend's office building and changed into the dress she'd been
wearing in Atlanta.
A woman without a purse doesn't look out of place in an office building.
People tend to assume she works there and is just out of her office for a few
minutes.
Mandi strode to the elevators, rode it five floors down to Lew "Jackie"
Jackson's office, and waved as she entered.
"Mandi!" said Jackie. "You're back!" then he muttered, "Not to mention your
front..."
Grinning as she sighed at the remark, Mandi said, "I heard that. Been
watching old Groucho Marx reruns again?"
"Are there any other kind? The guy hasn't been on TV for quite a while,
y'know. How was Atlanta?"
Reaching into the fridge, she said, "It's still there."
"All because of you, according to WNN."
"Oh, there were a few others involved."
"They didn't show anyone else hauling cars into the sky.
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