She dropped the focus rod and started to run.
In Washington, Walt and Julia waited by the signal generator that was in operation, broadcasting its interference across the whole planet. Julia, bereft of her mutant powers, sat limply in a folding chair; her body was a stupor of exhaustion; she watched the activity around her with listless, heavy-lidded eyes.
General Tibbets paced nervously before the second generator.
Dr. Norvel hovered at the control panel.
"It's finished," a technician said, straightening stiffly from the electrical wiring at the rear of the panel.
The general stopped pacing. "Walt! Are you ready?"
"Okay," Dr. Norvel said. "Turn it on."
"I'm ready," Walt said.
A power supply moaned.