S.T. let the assembled groups get through names, and was about to cut things off when Indy did it for him. The anarchist bitch session could run all night if they let it, but these guys were cool. They had a job to do.

"O.K., watch and learn. Get closer, everyone, I don't know what the effective radius of this thing is." The last thing they wanted was to end up with half a compatriot on the other side. Except if it was Two-Face.

"You just smash the stone." He ran it down the untaped end of the pipe, where the threads were visible. Whatever the stone's metaphysical properties, it wasn't much harder than the dried blood that had created it, and it chipped and then crumbled like a rockslide.

[teleporting here]