First I'd like to hear what you think about what happened." Cade sat on the end of the bed and sipped his beer, then shrugged. "I can think of a few possibilities. One; a kid named Jeremy sandbagged a copy of the pictures and sent them to news outfits all over the place. Two; some news guy may have set up a way around the ban. If the pix really were sent to a hundred unaffiliated stations -- and I think they probably were -- some of those stations would have put them on the air." He sipped again, then said, "Three; the same unnamed people who are running this op -- or those above them -- may have decided to spill the beans about our new, no-longer-secret weapon. You know; to cheer up the voters and give the terrorists the finger at the same time. They wouldn't necessarily have felt the need to tell John he was wasting his time trying to corral all the pictures. I'm sure this thought has occurred to John, as well, and that he's checking into who had access to the pix every step of the way." Shrugging, Cade sipped again, then said, "Whatever; we can chase down that end of things later. As I said, you're no longer a secret. You're also noticeably beautiful and you have distinctive features. Since plastic surgery probably isn't a realistic option, I'll suggest that we use what's available downstairs -- a science fiction convention with 25,000 registered attendees -- to toss together a look-alike contest." After a moment, Mandi sipped her beer, then shook her head as she quietly said, "You don't look insane, you know. You don't usually sound insane, either. Did you skip your dinnertime meds or something?" Chuckling, Cade said, "Maybe I'm just all flustered at being in the same room with you, Miz Superlady, ma'am." Mandi returned his grin as his cell phone rang and he answered it. She heard John instantly ask, "Cade, have you seen Mandi?" "She isn't in her room?" asked Cade. "I saw her there a little while ago." "She isn't answering her phone and if she's in there, she isn't answering her door, either." "Huh. Got any idea why she'd be avoiding people, John?" There was a pause before John very quietly said, "We really need to talk to her, Cade. Is she in your room?" "The official word is 'no', John, but why don't you come here alone and have a look? Repeat; alone." Another short pause ensued, then John said, "Alone it is." John disconnected and Mandi regarded Cade for some moments in silence, then said, "You could have asked me before you invited him." "Do you want to try to find out what's going on? I do." "Do you think John will know who released the pictures?" "I think that's not the most important issue right now. Done is done. Now it's time to try to fix things a bit." Standing up and pacing, Mandi asked, "The contest? How the hell is a lookalike contest going to make things better? If anything, it'll call even more attention down on me."