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is looking deeply,” Kinley said. A mischievous smile spread across his face. “But there is still more. What else is water?”

    Grant frowned, finally out of ideas.
    â€œDrink.” Kinley motioned to Grant’s cup.
    Grant opened his mouth to speak. Kinley cut him off. “No talking. No analyzing. No thinking. Just drink.”
    Grant looked from Kinley to Jigme who sat silently with a bemused expression on his face as if he had been through this lesson before himself. He drained his cup. The cool, crisp water flowed over his tongue, leaving a faint metallic flavor from the tin container.
    â€œThat is water!” Kinley exclaimed.
    Then the monk raised his own cup, as if to toast Grant. Without warning, he tossed his water onto Grant’s head. Wetness ran down his hair and soaked into his shirt.
    â€œHey, what are you doing?” Grant sputtered.
    â€œAnd that is water,” Kinley replied.
    Grant heard him laughing until his orange robes disappeared at the end of the hall. Jigme gathered the empty dishes with a wide grin on his face and followed his master, leaving Grant wiping the water from his eyes.

CHAPTER 6
    EMORY UNIVERSITY ATLANTA, GEORGIA
    T IM HUNTLEY FELT the excitement course through his body. His gloved fingertips drummed to an imaginary beat on the steering wheel.
    The rebroadcast of Reverend Brady’s sermon crackled over the AM station on the van’s radio: “Yes, my children of New Hope, you, the Believers , will be saved. But do not let down your guard, for Satan is manipulative. Carry the strength of your faith in front of you like a sword against those who blaspheme against the Word!”
    Tim checked his rearview mirror and noted the headlights that were still about fifty meters behind him. The reverend’s voice continued over the radio, “In chapter twenty-four of Leviticus, we see the fate of these blasphemers: ‘One who blasphemes the name of the Lord shall be put to death; the whole congregation shall stone the blasphemer. Aliens as well as citizens, when they blaspheme the Name, shall be put to death.’”
    Stones . Tim smiled to himself. What would Moses have done with the firepower produced by modern technology? “Aliens as well as citizens,” the Bible said. Tim had heard variations of this sermon many times. His usual thought was which blasphemers should go first? Tonight he knew. Tonight would be the night that he redeemed himself for his past sins. God had so many grand plans for Tim, and this night was just the beginning.
    The Army had trained him well. After excelling in the elite combat training he’d received at Ranger school in Fort Benning, his unique intellectual talents were finally noticed and he was selected for INSCOM, the Army Intelligence
and Security Command, where he specialized in cyber ops. Tim was a natural with a computer. In another life, he might have been a software mogul, but Tim loved the Army. In the fifteen years he’d spent there, Tim not only got to direct drones at his nation’s enemies, locate insurgents through their cell phone calls, and hack into enemy computer networks, he’d been born again. His life since his father’s murder had been directionless, but once Tim found God and the Army, his life had purpose. Everything changed again, however, when his career was taken from him.
    On this evening, Tim understood that for every setback, God had planned an even greater return.
    The hours at the call center job he’d taken when he’d first returned from overseas three years ago had sucked, but the pay was decent. His long-range plans developed slowly, but as they began to crystallize in his mind, he realized that he would need funds to accomplish his goals. He may have left the Army, but he was still a soldier—only now he was working for a higher power than the U.S. government. He was a soldier for God. But then one day, six months into the job, his company