"Okay, can the love-fest be over?" David stood and pulled the sheaf of pages from the tray attached to his computer. "Anissa, a few of these need to be stamped, or signed. Remember what we did on the passport?"
"Of course." Did he think she was a child, or an imbecile? She took the pages from his hand, looked for places where the color indicated a change in relief, or an after-printing addition and she made the alterations as she had the night before. The other two men looked on in amazement. When she finished, she handed David the papers then slumped back into the big leather chair, drained as usual after using her powers.
"Handy trick." Ben looked carefully at her passport. "That's how you made this?"
David nodded and handed her the can of cola which she sipped gratefully.
"Is it per
