Shrugging slightly, Cade said, "I am, though. Retired, that is. So I must be old enough, I guess. How about you? Which team are you with?" "No team. John put me in as a standalone." "Woo! A superspook, huh? Foreign or domestic? There seem to be some of each here today." Shaking her head, Mandi said, "No, I'm not exactly with the NIA. I've been, uhm... coordinating things, you could say." Something in Cade's expression seemed to change almost imperceptibly as he nodded without comment. Mandi instantly got the impression that he didn't believe her. "What is it?" she asked with a small smile, "The fact that I'm a blonde? Don't you think I could coordinate anything?" Raising a hand slightly in protest, Cade grinningly said, "Oh, no, milady, it's nothing like that. I'm sure you're very good at what you do. I have no doubt you could run an office if you had to. You'd look absolutely great while you did it, too." Thinking that Cade meant that he thought she might be one of those 'secretaries' who can't really type, Mandi asked rather ominously, "What the hell are you getting at?" She wasn't in the least prepared for his answer. "Mandi," said Cade, "I saw you haul a car into the sky today. Admin types don't do stuff like that. They don't like to get their hands dirty." A jolt shot through Mandi and her gaze at Cade narrowed peeringly as she quietly asked, "Are you nuts?! If you are, just tell me now so I can get the hell away from you, okay?" The red 'down' light came on as the elevator chimed its arrival. Cade stepped around Mandi to clear the doorway. Shifting his backpack slightly, he said, "Yeah, I was afraid you might react like that. The dealer's room can wait. Let's go back to my room for some show and tell." The elevator doors opened as Mandi whisperingly blurted, "What?!" Nobody got off the elevator and the people aboard it looked questioningly at Mandi and Cade until the doors closed again. Once they were alone, Mandi stepped very close to Cade and was about to say something scathing when Cade said, "Okay, maybe that was a poor choice of words, but I guarantee you'll be glad I showed you the pictures." Hovering between anger and startlement, Mandi peered at Cade sharply as she asked, "What pictures?!" Shifting his backpack around front, Cade unzipped it and fished out the three printouts, which he handed to her. "The pictures these blowups were made from," he said. "A kid with a digital camera took them. He sold them to WNN about an hour ago." After staring at the pictures for all of two seconds, Mandi grabbed her cell phone out of her purse and dialed. Cade heard the same woman he'd talked to perhaps six times in the last few days say, "Zero-eight-two-six." "Angel here," said Mandi. "Go, Angel." "I need to talk to John. Right now." "He'll call you back. Do you need local assistance?"