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forward, and kissed her colleague on the mouth. Simultaneously, Quiz ran the palm of his right hand along DJ’s thigh.
    “Someone is going to catch us one of these days,” Quiz said nervously as he tried to wiggle free.
    “The possibility of getting caught is half the fun,” DJ proclaimed. “Don’t you feel the adrenaline?”
    DJ stood up, extending a hand downward to her opponent. Quiz reached up as his lover pulled him to his feet.
    “Yeah, I feel it,” he said. “But maybe Mrs. Caine wouldn’t like her employees to mix business and pleasure.
    DJ put her hands on her hips and frowned. Many of Titan’s elite warriors had formed amorous relationships.
    “It’s nobody’s business but ours,” DJ said, breathing hard.
    Quiz melted. DJ’s chest heaved as she drank in oxygen with each breath. Her workout clothes were drenched with sweat. She smelled absolutely delightful, and her raw, animal appetite was irresistible to Quiz.
    “My quarters,” DJ commanded. “Now.”
    It had not been a request, but rather an order.
    Quiz loved it when she gave him no choice.
    Whittington Manor
    Long Island, New York
     
    For the past year, Charles Whittington had been building a quantum computer, one designed to predict probable events based on data he had gleaned from the news. All of reality was just that: probability. He now sat at his computer, typing up notes for future reference. That’s when perimeter alarms stationed on the grounds of the manor sounded.
    Charles sighed. “Neighborhood ragamuffins again,” he said. “Curious about the man they think is a wizard living in the giant house they love to spy on.”
    Charles rose from his seat and went to the second-floor monitoring room. Flatscreens provided views of every hallway in the mansion as well as strategic locations in the gardens and pathways on all sides of the manor.
    Shadowy figures were approaching from the greenhouses in the rear. Charles couldn’t make out any detail, so he flipped a switch, activating the outside floodlights.
    “That’s odd,” he said to himself. “Not that I wasn’t warned by the voice.”
    He flipped another switch, releasing George and Gracie. Despite their names, the Rottweilers guarded the manor with ferocity when summoned. Abruptly, the barking ceased and the shadowy figures disappeared.
    A pacifist by nature, Charles nevertheless kept several tranquilizer guns in a safe on the first floor.
    He retrieved one of the non-lethal guns and hurried back to the lab where he’d been working. From there, he could bring down security doors that would seal off the basements beneath Whittington manor.
    Once again in his main lab, Charles sat at the computer complex and began to type in the code to bring down the two-inch metal doors. He wasn’t able to finish.
    “I think you should access your email first,” said Father Reynard, stepping from behind a mainframe at the rear of the lab. He was flanked by two gray-clad acolytes.
    DJ’s Room, Crew Quarters
    Aboard the Alamiranta
     
    Although DJ was Quiz’s lover, his oldest and dearest friend was Dante Alighieri, author of the Divine Comedy.
    The two had met under circumstances that were, not surprisingly, quite unique.
    Orphaned at the age of six, Quiz was frequently left to his own devices. Since his grandmother equated his silence — indeed his absence — with the child behaving himself, he spent most of his hours during the next decade in his grandfather’s library — one of many — that housed thousands of leather-bound books. Running his fingers along their spines and embossed covers had been a sacred ritual for the boy.
    It was Dante’s incredible tale of a descent into the underworld that had touched Quiz’s soul the most. The language and imagery came alive for the young man and spoke to his soul.
    So did Dante himself.
    The disembodied spirit of Dante, or perhaps Quiz’s delusional version of him, spoke in his mind daily. Dante had been Quiz’s constant companion