"So far as I know, none have dared," was her reply."Well, let's see to this well," McAllister said, and turned to it. "Interesting things happen to me...at wells," he said, smiling at the girl.McAllister knelt at the lip of the mortared ring around the well, and saw the bucket was on a rope he judged as no longer than twenty feet. One end was tied through an iron eye welded to a rod set in the mortar, and the other end was in an iron ferrule, through which the bail of the bucket threaded. The. 50 caliber sniper rifle against his shoulder, put the crosshairs of his scope on the Sa'arm they'd chosen as a target, took up the slack in the trigger and squeezed gently. The weapon's stock punched him in the shoulder and the muzzle popped up a bit; when it settled back into place, the scope showed him that the target was missing a chunk of his head the size of a fist. As he watched, it settled on it's base (or it's ass, as Sergeant Macon thought of it), still braced by it's tripod of. Most of all she feels betrayed.Laughter follows, but she still cannot see its owner. She can’t tell what direction is comes from either. “We are nowhere near finished with you. In fact we are just getting started.With that, the ground erupts with glowing, purple tentacles. They are everywhere, surrounding her. They come from the floor, the ceiling and the walls. There are far too many for her to count. Her mind is trying to process this new information, this new situation, this new unknown when. So the PK hadn't worked? Of course this was hardly the best time totest it - optimally I should take some time alone to really concentrate- but still. I'd had no problem getting the limited shapeshifting towork. If PK was out of the machine's reach, then chances were rapidregeneration was as well. This might be more difficult than I'd hoped."If you're finished with that, you could help me with the dishes," saidJulia, getting up and carrying her plates over to the sink." Pshaw," I said. "That's.