fence his way out of any situation. On the other, he had a spiritual side that seemed to be at odds with the image he presented to theoutside world. The first time Mariah had realized this was when Clem had taken her on a tripâa date, reallyâto the steps down to the River Ganges, where he had explained to her about washing away oneâs sins. Mariah had been taken aback by this, as Clem had always seemed so straight-laced. And yet it seemed to fit with his personality perfectly. He gave off the impression of having an amazing sense of inner peace. A freezie just like Mariah, Clem was an oceanographer by trade, but had found his true vocation as a cook in the Cerberus kitchen.
As Mariah watched idly, the staff door to the kitchen swung open and he came striding toward her, carrying a plate of something in his hand. In his late thirties, Clem was tall and slender, with dark hair swept back from an expanse of forehead, a carefully groomed goatee on his chin. Though he looked typically well-kempt, Clemâs white apron was speckled with cocoa powder. He greeted Mariah with a broad smile as he took the seat opposite hers.
Mariah glanced down at the plate, which heâd placed between them, and saw it contained a little stack of brownies dusted with icing sugar. âChocolate brownies, Clem?â she asked. âIâve never seen these on the canteen menu.â
Clem gazed at her, his intelligent blue eyes peering into hers. âWell, one has to shake up the menu now and then or become stale,â he said with a raised eyebrow. âBut I require a guinea pig to test the first batch. Any suggestions?â
Mariah held one hand above her head excitedly. âOoh, pick me, pick me!â she trilled.
He laughed, pushing the plate toward her. As he did so, the doors to the canteen crashed open and oneof the Cerberus security detailâa woman called Sela Sinclairâcame running into the large room.
âWeâre under attack,â she shouted, her eyes wide with fear.
âWhat thâ?â Mariah muttered. But before she or anyone else in the room could respond any further, the doors slammed open on their hinges and seven mysterious figures in hooded robes spread out into the room. The strangers launched small stones out of something held in their palms, and the stones seemed to race through the air, picking up speed as they hurtled toward their victims. Two struck a diner in the back before he could even react, and his head exploded as a third stone smashed through his skull.
Sela Sinclair dropped and spun, raising the M-16 she held and blasting off a half dozen shots in quick succession. The weapon had an underbarrel grenade launcher, a little bulky, but designed for maximum damage. Sela herself was a wiry, lean-muscled, dark-skinned woman with a perpetually fierce expression. A noble warrior and efficient combatant, she was ex-USAF and had been part of the Cerberus Away Teams since their formation.
The womanâs shots struck the lead pair of hooded figures, and the one to her left fell, his robe sweeping up like a sail catching the wind. Then incrediblyâimpossiblyâthe figure sat up and pulled himself back to a standing position as if nothing had happened. Mariah felt a lump in her throat as she tried to swallow, watching the scene unfold before her.
Another of the hooded figures swept his hand through the air, unleashing more of the small, sharp stones. They whistled slightly as they whizzed through the air, shattering drinking glasses and embedding themselves in thewalls even as quick-thinking Cerberus personnel dived for cover.
Sela rattled off a swift volley of shots, scampering beneath a table even as the hurtling stones hit their next victims. She cursed as she watched several of the diners drop as the pebbles struck them, falling facefirst into their meals or tumbling from their chairs, their eyes wide in shock. The stones were traveling at the speed of bullets,