Wilson prepared to surge off the wall, and Justin braced himself so that he couldn’t be knocked back into Kara at this crucial moment.
Michael reached out and placed his hand on Wilson’s chest. It didn’t look as if he actually did anything, but Wilson flinched back and hunched as if attempting to escape a sudden great pain.
“I understand you are concerned about your men.” Michael’s voice was as calm as could be. “You are not helping them at this moment.” Then he removed his hand.
Justin could see now that Michael had grabbed a fold of pectoral muscle in an odd hold that Justin didn’t recognize.
Wilson sagged when Michael released him.
Michael nodded for Justin to return to his duties.
Justin settled into his chair and checked Tago and Kara. Neither appeared to have noticed anything o
