The Earthling was finishing his performance when Morg grabbed the brachial plexus nerve in his shoulder and spun him around. The Earthling was semi-paralyzed and stopped lip-syncing immediately.
Through a clenched jaw and only loud enough for the Earthling to hear, Morg said, “Look at me as though you are infuriated. There are three Athlon killers behind me who have picked you out as a target when we get to the Detroit park. You’ve made such a spectacle of yourself they think you’d be an easy target. When we get to the park, disappear and I’ll try to delay them. I recommend you stay well hidden. These guys are the best and love killing. I’ll see you back at the transport within twenty hours. Now, take a poke at me as though you are pissed.”
Morg caught the Earthling’s round-house swing,
