“What the hell we got here, Cooper?”
Tarzan heard voices but the blinding light stopped him from seeing who spoke. And how many? Armed? He’d been ordered with his hands on his head. Feeling rather than seeing, knowing there was a gun aiming at his head. How many more? On his knees, no chance of escape, he’d had to obey. Footsteps rushing out .. then this other voice had appeared.
“Caught this thing snooping, boss. Tripped the sensor.”
Tarzan heard “Cooper” snigger.
“What it is ….. Fuck knows ……”
Things went silent. Uncomfortably silent. Tarzan felt eyes all over him. Instincts warned him of several men. And guns trained on him. His heart beat loud in his chest.
Pieters didn’t want to believe what he saw. A white man. As good as naked. Snooping in their compound. In the middle of a secret operation. Muscular brute, too. A white man .. in animal skins. Out here, as remote as any place in this jungle?
A stud, some muscle hunk .. bodybuilder-type .. dressed in nothing. The guy looked supremely fit. He could easily be one of Pieters’ own team. But he wasn’t. An intruder .. just mysteriously turned up in the middle of the night. Middle of a top-secret mission. Coincidence? Na. This spelled trouble.
Pieters didn’t like it. Stranger .. one looking this fit .. just dropping in on them ….. No coincidence. Men this honed and muscled didn’t drop from the sky. They were trained. This couldn’t be good. Not at this stage of the mission. Had they been rumbled? Had the government sent some Rambo-type to scout them out?
Pieters looked the guy over. On his knees, hands on his head, blinded by the lights. Arms solid, biceps of steel. This prick must have lived and slept in a gym .. to finish up looking like this. Rumbled? Had they been betrayed? This sucker turning up. Obviously snooping. Risky. Everything on this mission depended on the element of surprise. Couldn’t afford some sucker sending back intel that could fuck everything up.
His eyes kept perusing this surprise visitor, appraising him .. trying to work-the-fuck what was going down. Broad across the chest, hard in the shoulders. Flat belly, muscled like shit there .. looked like he’d never left off training in the gym. Had to have worked like crazy to get abs on him like that.
But in animal skins? That was what was throwing him, Pieters realised. If this prick had been dressed in combat fatigues .. kitted out for battle .. Pieters would have guessed they’d been compromised. A lone-wolf operator sent to stake them out . Pieters had spent a lifetime with supremely fit guys. The sucker had the physique for special forces. But no SEAL went wandering around in just a skimpy bit of animal skin. What Delta-guy would be seen dressed this weird? Like some Rambo gone native?
“Get him inside. Let’s find-the-fuck-out what’s going on.”
Too late Tarzan realised .. still blinded .. disoriented .. diverted by the nerves pounding in his ears .. hearing only voices, only sensing a half-dozen armed men .. scenting all around armed aggression .. too late Tarzan was aware of movement right behind. He started twisting round. Something sharp stabbed him in the neck. He jerked under the force of a jab. His hand went up to fend off the weapon. Already the earth was rushing up. It smacked him in the face.