Another damned 'good job'. Cade wished someone would -- maybe just once -- say something original, or even just 'well done', but he nodded as he replied, "Thanks. What now?" "For you? Nothing, unless Dante or Carter have questions about what happened. Head to the ops room and file a report, then you're off duty. Mandi will be along after they finish with the news people and convention photos." "How'd she do? Fourth? Fifth?" Trying to look as if he hated to be the bearer of bad news, John said, "Sixth, I think. Sorry. She just doesn't look enough like Mandi Steele. Won herself a consolation prize, though." With a grin, Cade said, "Big deal. That's like 'Everybody Gets A Ribbon' day at an elementary school." Through his earpiece came Davis's, "John, Danvers needs a word with you." Shrugging, John said, "Duty calls. See you later. Don't forget that report before you sign out for the night." Cade nodded and took his earpiece off as he headed for the escalators. Stopping in the lobby for a free newspaper at the luggage desk, he took out his reading glasses and scanned the news, then dug out the comics as he waited for an elevator. On the fourth floor he took his glasses off, dropped the newspaper in his room, and headed for the ops room, where he used one of the computers to fill out a report form. As he was typing the last of a general description of events as he'd experienced them -- and making a point of mentioning the door closing hard on Nassir's wrist -- he felt Mandi's presence nearby and looked up as she entered the room. He waved and smiled, she waved and smiled, then Cade turned back to typing and quickly finished the description and the report and printed copies for signing. Mandi came to stand by the desk "So you type, too?" she asked, "How fast?" "About sixty these days. John said you came in sixth." She sighed with mock regret and said, "Yeah, I just didn't look enough like me, I guess. Close, but no cigar." As he signed the forms, Cade said, "Poor little you, milady. May I buy you a late dinner to ease your pain?" "Getting hungry again, huh?" "Yup." Lowering his voice, he said, "I found out what you meant by 'stronger' a while ago." Matching his near whisper, Mandi smilingly leaned close and said, "Yes, I know. I was watching you. Those doors are only made of wood, you know." Not particularly surprised that Mandi could see through things, Cade nodded his understanding, finished signing the forms, and stood up to take them to another desk. When they arrived in Cade's room, Mandi headed for the fridge as she said, "There were no Atlanta police in the lower lobby, Cade. Not in uniform or out." Nodding, he said, "I noticed that, too." Opening a soda, she asked, "Why?" Cade watched her sip the drink for a moment as he decided how to handle her question, then said, "Likely because they were asked not to be there."