"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Pausing, Cade said, "If you want to know that, you can take me there or come with me." "What are you going to do with that gun?" Shoving the gun into his belt, he said, "Same answer," then started walking again. He heard her mutter something just before her arms slid under his from behind and she lifted him into the night sky. "Now tell me where the hell you were going," she said. "Okay," said Cade, shifting in her grip for some comfort under his arms. "Back to the hotel." "What about the gun?" "Turn it in. Dump it somewhere. Doesn't matter." Mandi landed them behind a nearby building and stepped in front of him to hold out her hand. "Give me the gun, Ed." Cade dropped the clip and cleared the chamber, caught the ejected round, and handed the gun to her, which she tossed on the concrete pavement. Twin beams lanced from her eyes and the gun glowed a dull red almost instantly. Flames and acrid smoke billowed out of it as the lubricants and plastics burned away, and suddenly the gun's outline glowed yellow, then almost white before it collapsed and became a bright puddle. The puddle spread itself like water on the concrete, then solidified quickly after she turned off her heat vision. "Mandi," said Cade, staring at the smoking puddle, "That was truly impressive. Will I be able to do that?" Ignoring his question, Mandi said, "Now the bullets," again holding out her hand. Thumbing the loose round into the top of the magazine, Cade dropped the mag in his jacket pocket as he said, "No point in wasting ammo. Carter uses a nine millimeter. So do some of the others." They heard sirens approaching and saw red and blue lights flashingly reflect off the sides of buildings at the end of the alleyway as two cop cars sped past the entrance. Before Cade could ask, "So, do I walk home or not?" Mandi had slung an arm around him, pulled him snugly to her, and launched upward. She remained only barely subsonic during their flight to their hotel's roof. At lesser speeds, Cade might have enjoyed being hugged to her like that, but he'd had to struggle to pull his jacket up enough to cover his head against the shrieking, blasting wind of their passage through the air. When they landed, it became obvious that the jacket had borne the brunt of that flight, having become considerably frayed -- almost shredded -- at edges that had been exposed to the wind. Quickly retrieving her purse from some hidden location near the roof door, Mandi yanked the door open and leaped down the flight of stairs to the hotel's top floor. Cade quickly put a foot in front of the closing roof door and followed her as she let herself out of the stairwell below. She was standing by the elevator doors as he exited the stairwell. As he approached her, Mandi said, "We'll talk later."