After that came a steady, calm resolve. She felt free as air. Her fingers would do her bidding perfectly. She wanted to sing.
“Here they come! Get set!” Mac was teetering on his toes. She knew that type too. They performed the most dangerous tasks as if they were dancing to fast music. She knew Mac. He was all right.
Now she was sending out those long electric fingers. They went here, there, everywhere, but found nothing. They could only reach for the stars.
“Too far away yet,” she murmured. “We’ll have to wait. We—
“There!” she exclaimed. “They’re coming in. Let me show you.” Seizing his gun control, she set it at a definite angle. “That’s the line they’re taking. Coming straight.”
“Swell!” Mac’s lips were drawn into a thin line. “Very kind of them. Let me know if they leave that course. When they get in close enough I’ll let them have it.”
“And keep it up,” she hissed. “We’ll get three of them.”
“Three of them! That’s a lot!”
“Not enough,” she murmured. Then—“Coming straight on. Still coming. Same direction, same height. How wonderful!”
“Mar—marvelous.” Mac’s throat went dry.