We don't always know if we'll need somebody 'till we need him.
Or her. Thanks again. Oh, and I covered your butt about those melted video
tapes. The report now says a machine malfunctioned and overheated."
"You didn't have to do that, John. Those tapes were a message to some
people."
"Oh, your message got through, Mandi. I just fixed the official report so
there couldn't be any official flak later. Is there anything else?"
"You called me, John. That's my line."
"Ah, so it is. Well, there's nothing at this end of things. Keep me posted
about Cade, will you?"
"Will do."
"Thanks, Mandi. Later. Bye."
Before she could say 'you're welcome', he'd disconnected.
Mandi tossed the handful of messages back in the basket and left the office
to return to the roof. A quick change later she was in uniform and lifting into
the sky again for a cruise around the city before going home for the evening.
At the intersection of Las Vegas Boulevard and Lake Mead Road she dropped
out of the sky to push a stalled truck to the side of the road and half an hour
later she helped a Cessna land in one piece when the pilot passed out.
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