"Can't you just blast the damn thing?" yells Neville over the rumble of the Cats.

"No, their skins are saturated with monopoles. No weapon known can effect their hides! Our only chance is to out run it."

"Then what?" from Dutch.

Bly smiles grimly. "If we can reach within a mile of the surface, the lack of pressure should destroy it!"

"And if it doesn't?"