Titus dived across the room in a low tackle, under the line of darts, and hit her knees. She fell forward over his back, and the gun went flying in an arc, butt first, right at Abbot. Darts sprayed in a wild pattern before the firing stud popped up. Titus twisted and grappled for the knife.

Meanwhile, Abbot braced and let the dartgun slam into his shoulder, concentrating wholly on the bomb.

Titus got a purchase and used his strength to wrench the life from Ebony’s hands, only now thinking to Influence her. But before he could exert control, she curled, planted a foot Titus’s crotch, and with a yell shoved him into the air, catching her knife out of his stunned grip.

Abbot jerked, startled, then swore, surged to his feet, and hurled the bomb at the far wall. He hit the floor in a flat dive just ; Titus landed jackknifed over the sleeper’s bubble shield, the hard casing in his pocket ramming into his pelvis and abdomen stunning pain.

Then a hot wall of pure sound slammed into Titus. When it was over, there was a hole in the wall behind the workbench, showing the plumbing of the adjacent women’s rest room spewing fountains of water into the air. Under Lunar gravity, it was gorgeous. Shards of instrumentation caromed off the ceiling and rained slowly down.

The tone of the sirens outside changed, and those in the room cut loose with a barrage of sound more alarming than the explosion. But the decompression alarms remained silent. Abbot had put the bomb where it would do the least damage.

Titus dragged himself upright, to find Ebony charging at him-no, he realized, at the sleeper.

Still on the floor, Abbot focused Influence and spoke one word. “Halt!”

The command paralyzed Titus and froze Ebony in mid-stride. Her lips distorted into a snarl, and her muscles bulged as they fought one another. She even managed to inch forward despite the compulsion. Her hatred beat at Titus.

She’s committed herself to a suicide mission. Titus knew now that he hadn’t the power to stop her as Abbot had. Abbot rose with a leisurely grace and plucked the knife from Ebony’s fingers. Then he dispelled his Influence. Movement returned to both Titus and Ebony, but Abbot pushed Ebony down and instructed, with less power, “Ebony, sit here until I tell you to move.”

Abbot turned to Titus. “Sloppy of me. I apologize.”

Titus swallowed hard. Abbot had not used anything like that kind of power in the Goddard Station men’s room, but it was always his to command. An object lesson. “Think nothing of it,” he croaked. “You saved my life.”

“As I had expected you to save mine, child.”

“Sloppy of me.”

“You did your best. For that I thank you, though it was no more than your filial duty. But still, I claim her.”

Titus slid off the bubble. “No! You can’t kill her!”

Abbot’s stare withered Titus’s guts.

“I mean, we have to turn her over to the humans. If you claim her here, what will we do with the body? You know they’ll find out she died of exsanguination.”

“Cut with her own knife.”

“And without bleeding all over the floor?”

He considered. “You have a point, but I’m not hungry. I could share her with you, and still leave enough mess.”

“We don’t have time. Damage Control will be in here soon, and then Brink’s will get hold of Ebony. Ten minutes later the reporters will be onto it. Neither you nor I want this Project canceled. Therefore, Carol has to report this so it won’t look like a terrorist scotched Carol’s plan to cover up a cloning!”

“Perhaps I’ve underestimated you.”

“Never mind,” said Titus, fighting alarmingly mixed emotions at that praise. “Let’s get to Carol. Now!”

Abbot insisted on replacing the access panels before they left to prevent water damage to the cryogenic mechanism.

The trip through the corridors was uneventful. Damage Control converged on the area, but civilians had already been evacuated. It was no problem to cloak themselves and Ebony, who hung limply between them, then just filter through the ranks of those intent on the disaster. Ten minutes later, they arrived at Carol Colby’s apartment.

She opened the door at their first signal, and her jaw fell. She was wearing only the tee shirt she’d been given at Goddard. Barefoot, without makeup, hair in disarray, she did not look like a formidable administrator.

Behind her, Titus saw that her apartment, while larger and more luxuriously furnished, was about the same as his. Her carpet was red, the drapes a pattern with the same red in them. The furniture was softly upholstered in what seemed real leather, probably cloned at Luna Station. Planters divided the large room into areas.

Looking up and down the hall, Colby yanked them into the , closed the door and leaned against it, lips pale. “The bomb went off!”

Titus hardly heard Abbot’s reply. At the entry to an office : to the right of the central room stood Inea.

She had one hand on the controls of the vidcom, which displayed a news broadcast from Earth featuring the interview with Carol they’d all witnessed in Titus’s lab earlier.

Titus locked eyes with Inea. Her face told him how ghastly he appeared. He still wore the isolation suit, sans mask. But it was soiled, torn, and disintegrating where water had splashed. His face felt flash-burned and sooty. His vision danced with spots from the explosion, and his ears roared.

“Inea, what are you doing here?”

“My civic duty. What are you doing here?”

Titus pointed at Ebony. “This is the ninja. She set the bomb. When it failed to go off, she tried a direct attack.”

Colby stared at Ebony, astonished, then nodded. “She’s the right size, and certainly has the strength.” She urged them to put Ebony down on the bed, then filled Inea in on the crisis in the Biomed dome, finishing to Abbot, “Did we lose the specimen?”

“When we left, the cryogenic unit was intact.”

“Then its biological isolation wasn’t breached, and all we have to do is move it to a clean room and begin work. Good. Abbot, you’ve performed another heroic service and will be amply rewarded.”

Before Abbot could make any modest disclaimer, Inea burst out, “Amply rewarded! Carol-after what I just told you? And you said you’d have to-”

“Yes,” said Colby, suddenly doubtful and confused.

Titus moved to Inea’s side, stopping when she retreated faintly. “Carol is very tired. And her judgment where Abbot is concerned.” He shrugged, catching Inea’s eye.

She absorbed that, watching Abbot. Titus felt her anger rise, knew Abbot would sense it if he weren’t too occupied with controlling Ebony as well as Colby. Neither of the humans noticed how the ninja slumped docilely on the bed.

Colby’s confusion cleared. “Don’t worry, Inea. Abbot has just redeemed-”

“Carol!” Inea charged across the carpet to confront the director. “Call Mirelle in here. She’ll tell you Abbot was with her-having sex-when he was supposed to be at the demonstration. That’s insubordination. And if that’s not enough, get Brink’s to cross-check the signature on that order to Mihelich to start the cloning project. If the reporters get hold of that and don’t find out Abbot forged your name, the whole project will be dead. You told me so yourself not half an hour ago. You said you’d fire him.”

While Carol again paused doubtfully, Inea whirled and speared Titus with a triumphant glance. She had single-handedly vanquished the opposition Titus couldn’t handle.

Oh, God! Titus felt weak all over, and he realized his own fatigue was catching up to him. He’d never lived like this before. His nerves weren’t hardened to shock after crisis after trauma without letup for whole days at a time.

While Titus leaned against the vidcom unit, Abbot chuckled. Adroitly, he manipulated Colby to take his laugh as a valid refutation of all the charges. “You signed the order, Carol. Surely you remember that.”