But since I was coming down from thirty feet in the air, it wasn’t hard to see him or his wicked-looking weapons. Of course, I was brilliantly disguised as a teenager taking a superhuman leap over a bullet train, so it wasn’t too hard for him to see me either. His wicked-looking weapons were soon blasting away in my general direction. I hit the ground and leaped sideways, then—faster than any bullet train—I charged. Getting in low under his spray of weapon fire, I tackled him, then I applied that kansetsu waza joint-locking move that Miyu had used on me. In a moment, I was standing on his armored neck and looking down into his panic-stricken, silver-eyed, noseless face. “You’re—you’re—” he gasped. “Yeah,” I said, “your friendly neighborhood Alien Hunter. Now tell me, what are you doing here?” “The Puh-puh-puh-plee—” “Pleionid?” I asked. He nodded and started sputtering again: “Puh-puh-puh-please don’t hurt me. I’ll leave Earth, I promise!” “Tell me how you tracked it here.
