"First let us deal with the Niss!"
"Sure." Tremaine looked at Bram. "I think I can link my apparatus to this," he said. "Okay if I try?"
"How long?"
"It shouldn't take more than fifteen minutes."
"That leaves little time."
"The cycle is tightening," Tremaine said. "I figure the next transmissions ... or attacks ... will come at intervals of under five minutes for several hours now; this may be the last chance."
"Then try," said Bram.
Tremaine nodded, went to the suitcase, took out tools and a heavy black box, set to work. Linda Carroll sat by Bram's side, speaking softly to him. The minutes passed.
"Okay," Tremaine said. "This unit is ready." He went to the Repellor, hesitated a moment, then turned two nuts and removed a cover.
"We're off the air," he said. "I hope my formula holds."