"Don't worry what I'm planning. The less you know about it the better. Just one thing, though. You remember Eagle Rock? The place we built up on Timagami when we were in college? Put three men at a number where I can reach them, and give them the location of Eagle Rock. Then tell them to stand by with a fast jet scooter. Got that? And don't let this leak, no matter what happens."
"I wish you'd tell me—"
"We're fighting for our lives, now, Bob. And for every Psi-High in the country. I won't tell you."
Roberts nodded, and doused his cigar. "Eagle Rock," he said. "You can count on it."
Paul flipped the set off and sank back to wait for the Alien to make contact.
He struck at ten o'clock that evening, with a ferocity beyond their wildest expectations.
They had known that he was near. The reports had come in, and they had plotted and calculated his pathway, and waited. It was only a matter of time, and the carefully planted information built a tangled, devious circle with a single Psi-High individual in the center.
Jean Sanders.
It had to be Jean. Paul hated it. He wished it could be him, that he could somehow protect her, but Jean Sanders was the only possible person to bait the trap. Her psi-powers had been developed carefully and painstakingly for years under the care of Dr. Reuben Abrams and his staff at the Hoffman Medical Center. A Psi-High individual was helpless to use his powers without training. Just as a child was trained through long, gruelling years to use the mental faculties of thought, and perception, and logic, a psi-positive mind required training to control its powers of perception and physical control, if its powers were ever to be used.