Tuck still resisted intimidation. "Morty, you're a lawyer, so you know my rights. I'll take my phone call now."

Morty now ran short on patience. He approached Tuck, reaching up and grabbing his neck tightly with one hand. "Oh, Dr. Jones, it is not wise to play games with me. I'm running the show now, no one even knows you are here, and you are still alive only because I'm willing to give you a chance. So perhaps you should be a little more concerned about your predicament, and start cooperating."

That got Tuck's attention. After Morty released his grip, Tuck gasped for air, took a few breaths, and asked, "What do you want?"

Morty took a few steps back and began pacing. His long black cape billowed as he walked, giving him a look of solemn grandeur. As to whether that look was justified, Tuck was about to find out. But judging from the expression in Morty's eyes, he had something of great importance to say.

"Tell me, Dr. Jones, does 'Mrityu' mean anything to you?"

"Mrityu?" Tuck repeated. He found it interesting that he was getting a pop quiz on Sanskrit vocabulary words. But this was too easy for him. He answered with confidence, "Mrityu is the Sanskrit word for death."

"Yes, that is correct, Dr. Jones," Morty replied. "But I don't mean mrityu the word. I mean Mrityu the god."

Tuck was suddenly overwhelmed with surprise and confusion. This didn't make any sense at all.

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