"What do you propose? The general said something about interfering with the frequency controlling your mind. How? We can't even detect it."
"We don't need to. We generate a signal, vary the frequency until I lose my mutant powers—and that's it! We generate as strong a signal as we can. Then we have every transmitter in the country put on a direct line to us. When the radar spots the first saucer, we let go with every kilowatt of power we've got."
"Good, good, good," Dr. Norvel said excitedly. "See if you can find some good coffee, you there, with the bird on your shoulder."
The colonel said, "Yes, ma'm."
"I'll try to get some electronics men in to help," Dr. Norvel said. "We may need plenty of help."
"Is there a technical library around?" Julia asked. "I better read up on electronics."
"There's one in there," the puzzled night watchman said.
"I want you to get me somebody from the Army that can get me equipment, and fast," Dr. Norvel told the sergeant. He was standing helplessly by the door.
"I—"
"Hurry up, damn it!"