The man turned back to Rogers. “Well, let me give you some advice, old man.” He

put his big hands on the table and leaned in close. “Mind your business before

you get hurt.” Rogers sighed and rubbed the back of his head. He’d been having a

nice breakfast and was finally getting some useful information when the Three

Stooges had shown up.

 

Just dial it back. Only enough to get their attention.

 

When his hand came back down on the table, it landed on top of the young man’s.

 

And he pressed down. “Shit!” yelled the man. “Let go. Fuckin’ let go of me.”

Rogers pressed down even more.

 

The man dropped to his knees screaming.

 

Rogers finally let go, gripped the back of the man’s head, and slammed it

against the table. He fell to the floor unconscious.

 

The other two men leapt at Rogers.

 

He caught the first one with a punch in the gut. He had to consciously pull back

most of the force, so the man merely fell to the floor holding his belly and

throwing up.

 

The third guy got behind Rogers and put him in a chokehold.