Mandi stood on the roof and watched Andrea poke Cade's bruises as she asked if her activity hurt. 'They seem to be getting along fairly well,' she thought. Leaving them to their own devices, she lifted upward at barely subsonic speed until she reached fifty thousand feet, then she poured on the coal. 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. Hey, some guy called me about setting up a Mandi Steele look alike contest. Was that your idea?" "No, but it worked in Atlanta. You'll meet the guy who thought it up in a week or two. He's busy converting, and I'm going to call him out here to help with fixing up our new digs." "Converting, huh?" He shook his head. "Shoulda known. Let you run off to Atlanta and you meet some young cutie and..." Sighing again, Mandi said flatly, "He's fifty-three, Jackie." Shrugging, Jackie continued, "Okay, then, some old cutie. How many is this one? Six?" "Only five. Don't try to make me sound easy, you putz." She sipped her drink and said, "Anyway, if he doesn't develop flight, I'll fly him out here and we'll get things started." Indicating the 'in' basket on his desk, she asked, "Any messages for me in that pile?" "Oh, all of 'em. Of course. Nobody ever calls for me." "You poor thing. But if I recall correctly, they aren't supposed to call for you." "Still... It'd be nice, just once in a while, y'know?" Parking her butt on the edge of the desk, Mandi began pawing through the pile of pink 'While You Were Out' slips and said, "Pooor Baaaby. Being my secretary isn't enough for you anymore, huh? Don't I pay you enough?" The phone rang and he answered it, then held it out to her as he said, "John again. I'll see you later, Mandi. It's closing time and I'm shooting league tonight." Nodding, she said, "Thanks, Jackie. Have a good night."