that frequency. It was only years later that the ones
in the smaller compartment had been adjusted to the other frequency. If
the larger transmitter were to be shut down, then it would interrupt
Lycan's training schedule for nearly a thousand mutants. But it would
also render Julia an earth-normal....

"... we'll try to teleport her here," Forential said. "You have had
contact with her. Can you regain it?"

"I think, yes."

"I will explain the process," Forential said.

"Yes ... yes ...," Walt said from time to time as he listened. He nodded
his head excitedly. "I have it! I understand! I can do it!"

"You are in contact with her through the shielding? Do not think of her
now. Just touch her. Can you?"

"Yes," Walt said.

"You feel the grip on her I explained?" Forential said eagerly.

"Yes!"

_Now yank her!_

Walt yanked.

Julia didn't budge.

"... I slipped," Walt said apologetically. Sweat glistened on his upper
lip.

"Try again!" Forential ordered.

**Cut the power in the big transmitter,** he instructed.

The aliens had been unwilling to complete their mutations. To do so
would have given the mutants too much autonomy. By arranging to have the
final effects dependent upon the transmission of certain frequency
impulses, the aliens could--in the unlikely event of difficulty with
their charges--reduce them to earth-normals by the flick of a switch. It
also was an arrangement necessary to their invasion plan. The aliens
were careful.

**It's cut.**

A moment later, Walt said, "She's changed!"

(The mutants in the larger compartment had ceased to be able to hear or
put their hands through walls.)

_Now!_ Forential ordered.

A pause.

* * * * *

Walt let out his breath in an explosive burst. He shook his head. "It's
no use. I can't."

Forential's tentacles went limp. He had known it was impossible to
teleport higher life forms against their resistance; he had hoped she
would have been caught off guard.

**Cut the transmitter in again,** Forential thought wearily.

**_She'll have to be killed_,** Lycan projected with an undertone of
terror.

**Send him down,** Fierut, the engineer, suggested, trembling in fear.
**Since he has potential knowledge of the other compartment, he will
have to be destroyed anyway if he remains. Send him down to kill her.**

**We can cut off his transmitter when the main force strikes. He can't
do us any harm down there....**