“Get him out of here!” Collins screamed. The red-faced man, waving his arms wildly, was almost through the hole.
Leek found a bit of bright metal in his pyjamas pocket. The red-faced man shouted, “Wait! You don’t understand! That man—”
Leek pointed his piece of metal. The red-faced man screamed and vanished. In another moment the hole had vanished too.
“Did you kill him?” Collins asked.
“Of course not,” Leek said, putting away the bit of metal. “I just veered him back through his glommatch. He won’t try that way again.”
“You mean he’ll try some other way?” Collins asked.
“It’s possible,” Leek said. “He could attempt a micro-transfer, or even an animation.” He looked sharply at Collins. “This is your Utilizer, isn’t it?”
“Of course,” Collins said, starting to perspire.
“And you’re an A-rating?”
“Naturally,” Collins told him. “If I wasn’t, what would I be doing with a Utilizer?”