I'm sorry, but..." A thought seemed to occur to him and he asked, "Where's Cade? He hasn't been debriefed yet." For some reason, it gave Mandi a twinge of pleasure to say, "I believe he went to see about some dinner, John. Besides, what debriefing is really necessary? You have it on tape." John regarded her thoughtfully for a moment. As he was about to say something else, Mandi asked, "Was he 'debriefed' after what happened earlier today? From what I've heard, he just filed a police report and left." "You know about that, huh?" "Yes," she said flatly. "Ringer told me why the car blew up. What's going on, John? Why all the secrecy?" Looking pained, John said, "Look, Mandi, talking could cost me my job. Give me a break, okay?" After a short sigh, he added, "Here's some good news. We think we may have all the copies of the pictures sold to WNN. The risk at the moment is that someone who had a set may have posted them on the internet. Nobody's admitted to that, but the only way to know for sure is to wait and see." Thumbing over her shoulder at room 835, Mandi asked, "What about the tape of what happened in there?" In a firm tone, John said, "It goes into an NIA vault. One copy goes to Washington. That's it." "Does Washington get copies of all your incident tapes?" "Well, no, but this one's not exactly routine and I've been ordered to supply a copy." Altogether unenthused, Mandi muttered, "Uh, huh. Is there anything else, John? I have to go do some things." He shook his head and said, "No, nothing else that I can think of. Thanks again, Mandi." Nodding, she said, "You're welcome. See you later, John." Heading back past 835, Mandi refocused her vision and began looking inside the trunks, bags, and boxes that were lined up for removal along the wall. She saw the outlines of all sorts of objects, electronic components, and weapons, but no tapes. Glancing around slowly, she let her vision sweep the interiors of nearby rooms from 835 to 831, but saw no videocassettes of any type. Then she realized that the large trunk was missing from the equipment lineup. Lifting slightly from the floor, Mandi flew toward the elevator alcove, arriving just as the doors opened for the two guys who'd taken the trunk on the dolly. Landing and smiling as she approached, Mandi said, "Hi, guys. Need another hand with it?" One grinned at her as they stood the dolly upright in the elevator and said, "No, ma'am. I think we've got it this time." Mandi boarded the elevator and pretended to examine the damage she'd done to the handle as she scanned the trunk and chatted with the guys. She saw three cassettes in the trunk and used her heat vision to melt the fragile tape within each cassette. They -- whoever 'they' happened to be -- would realize the damage hadn't happened by accident, of course. The damaged tapes were Mandi's message to them: "No pictures."