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alerted two more humans who are now approaching from the tunnel's far entrance. Either use your power or surrender. They don't mean to kill you.
    “Jules!” Joe said. “Come on.”
    “Quiet, Joe.”
What about Joe and the others?
I sent.
    Just you. The others will be sacrificed.
    Not an option!
    Then use your power. You have done this before.
    Not against a sensitive, Spirit.
    Increase your tel abilities or surrender. Those are your options.
    “Joe,” I said, “there's two more tags coming from the other end of the tunnel. I'm trying for a probe to turn them all back.”
    In the dim light, I saw Joe's surprised look. He backed a step, nodded, and remained silent.
    “What's he
doing?
” Gloria said. “We've got to – “
    “Be quiet!” Joe told her. “He's a telepath.”
    “Good for him,” Tony said. “But that's not going to stop a hot beam. Give me your stingler.” He looked at the dishtowel in his hands and flung it away.
    “There's two more coming from the tunnel's other end,” Joe said. “We're outnumbered five stinglers to one. You like those odds? Now flatten against the wall and let Jules do his work.”
    I leaned against the clammy wall, closed my eyes and pressed my hands to my temples as the voices of the three tags grew sharp. They were in the tunnel.
    “Watch your asses,” one called. “They could be armed. Especially the old coot. He's W-CIA.”
    I gathered a coil of tel power.
Go back,
I sent.
Danger ahead. They are armed and ready to kill you if you approach. Go back or die
.
    My head throbbed with the effort. I squeezed my eyes tighter, gathered all my energy and threw the red coil at the three.
Go back or die! They are entrenched and waiting for you. Your heart will be burned out of your chest. You will lie in the mud, twitching in agony and
clutching the bloody hole in your chest while your life pours into the mud. Go back. Now!
    The footsteps stopped.
    My head beat as though a hot drum were being pounded inside my brain, but I still felt the sensitive's resistance. I increased the spin of another coil and threw it.
Back to safety
.
General Rowdinth will understand. The tide has turned against you. It's not your fault.
    “I, uh, I think we should go back,” one of the tags said. “I don't think our plan's going to work.”
    “Yeah. I agree,” another responded. “The tide's turned against us. These things happen, you know? Uh, what do you think, Tom? I think we should go back.”
    I held my breath. Was the third one the sensitive?
    “General Rowdinth will understand,” Tom said. “He knows the tide can turn.”
    I let out a breath.
    But too soon.
    I sensed the approach of the two tags from the tunnel's far end.
Spirit?
    Neither are sensitives, Terran. But both are armed.
    Here we go again. My forehead was hot, my cheeks felt flushed, as though with a fever. I took a deep breath and focused on spinning a stronger coil within me. It refused to grow. My brain was rejecting the damaging increase in temperature. I lowered my head and forced my mind to intensify the red coil.
Spirit. Can this kill me?
    I cannot say how an alien brain responds to the use of the power.
    We'll both find out.
    I bit my fist against the burn in my head and forced the red coil to grow and spin faster. I tried not to cry out as I pushed it past what I had ever attempted before as I sensed the approach of the two killers. I moaned as I flung it against them.
    Go back or die!
I sent. I couldn't read what they said to each other, but I felt their sudden fear.
The tide is against you. Go back or have your heart burned out of your chest. General Rowdinth will understand. It's not your fault!
    A thought from one came dimly as my brain resisted the heat.
I'm going home. You can keep my creds from this job, Bailey.
    No, wait. Me too. I think the spirits of the RECOIL soldiers we killed here are haunting this graveyard.
    Then they were gone.
    I felt Joe's strong hand on my arm, bracing me as I slid to my knees. I