Decoy

“Nice twist on a classic.” I gestured at the huge orb crackling with blue veins of electricity. In its storm, an eyeball glared without eyelids. “How do you get it looking so pissed off?” My shoptalk was unappreciated. Henchmen—two for muscle, one to scowl—henched me spreadeagled across the globe. The angry eye bored into my back. Voltage prickled my skin. “Well, shit. Now I can’t stop your nefarious plan. If you have one, besides buying the world’s supply of leather pants.” That got him monologuing, while I blocked the eyeball’s view; the team could do their job now.