“Thank you,” she said. “I was fair, but tripping about on my toes in the Nutcracker Suite didn't satisfy my craving for adventure. Pop's fault, too. He bummed around Khartoum and New Delhi before he headed west to pull us out of Vietnam single-handedly. I went to Berkeley and studied English lit, then I got accepted as an intern at a local TV station that wanted to fill its minority-hiring quota. I got tired of reading gory reports about car crashes off a TelePrompTer. When I heard about the opening at Unbelievable Mysteries, I jumped at the chance to travel to exotic, offbeat places, and be paid pretty well for it. Okay, that's me. How about you? How did you come to be rescuing maidens in distress and their friends?”

Austin gave a condensed version of his biography, omitting his service in the CIA, stretching a fact here and there to make the pieces fit. Kaela listened intently, and if she detected his effort to massage the truth, she didn't show it.

“I'm not surprised that you like fast boats or that you collect antique dueling pistols, or even that you listen to progressive jazz. I'm more surprised to hear that you study philosophy.”

“I don't know if study is the right word. I like to say I've read a few books on the subject.” He paused in thought, then said, “ 'One cannot conceive anything so strange and so implausible that it has not already been said by one philosopher or another.' Rene Descartes.”

“Which means?”

“I see a lot of strange things and people in my business. It gives me comfort to know that as far as philosophy is concemed, there is nothing new under the sun. Greed, avarice, evil. And conversely, goodness, generosity, love... Plato once said...” Austin became conscious of Kaela's stare. “Sorry. I sound like a professor.”

“I've never met a professor who swoops down out of the sky to do single-handed battle with a bunch of cutthroats.” She regarded him with leveled eyes. “Tell me, what exactly is your Special Assignments Team? Somebody mentioned it to me before I came out here.”

"There's no 'exactly' about it. There are four of us, each with an area of expertise. Joe Zavala is a marine engineer who designs many of our vehicles. The ultralight I flew in on was his creation. He can pilot anything under or above the sea. Paul Trout is a deep-ocean geologist with credentials from Woods Hole Oceanographic and Scripps Institute.

His wife, Gamay, is a diver and marine biologist with a background in nautical archaeology."

“Impressive. You still haven't told me what your team does.”

“Depends. In general, we handle undersea assignments that tend to be other than routine.” Austin failed to mention that those assignments often took place secretly, outside the realm of government oversight.

She snapped her fingers. “Of course. Now I remember. The Christopher Columbus tomb in the Yucatan. You were involved in its discovery.”