Before they hauled that Wildman’s arse out of his cell, Pieters cautioned Cooper.
“Don’t trust the fucker. You saw how he took that beating. No ordinary grunt. You had him hurting. But he wasn’t talking. Some special fucker, this one. It took that savage screaming down his ears to change his mind.”
Pieters saw Cooper wanted to object .. given a bit more time, Cooper was arguing back …… But Pieters wasn’t into excuses.
“A fucker like this Tarzan .. give him an inch, he’ll reel in enough rope. He’ll hang you. Break your fucking neck …..”
Pieters dismissed Cooper’s cocky retort with a gesture. He knew what Cooper was thinking ….. Let him fucking try …..!
“He eats, pisses, shits tied-up. Keep those ties on him. Keep an eye on him. He doesn’t fuck you around.”
He knew Cooper didn’t need telling twice.
“Important thing .. get him to lead you to those fuckers waiting out there. Be alert to any traps …. Bound to try something on. More to the eye with this Wildman than we know ….”
He eyed Cooper seriously.
“Priority .. the enemy. We’ve gotta know what we’re up against. Enough to know how best to wipe them out.”
Pieters’ head indicated in the direction of the cell.
“Watch out for any of the Wildman’s tricks. Your mission .. get a good idea of the enemy strength. Numbers, firepower, positions. And then get back here.”
Cooper had a question in his head. But Pieters had already read his thoughts.
“Yeah … and once you’ve eyeballed the enemy .. seen what you’ve gotta see .. get rid of the prick. He’s served his purpose. Slit the arsehole’s throat. Dump the prick in the river. Crocs ‘ll take care of the rest.”
Cooper nodded. It’d be a pleasure. The arrogance of this so-called Tarzan had got up his nose.
Pieters dismissed Cooper’s eagerness with a nod.
“Waste no time with the fucker. Get your arse back here. We need to know how to take those fuckers out.”
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Tarzan should have realised. They were never going to trust him. Those plastic ties bit into his wrists. Gonna make taking his minders out more of a problem.
“Know what a tracker is?”
Cooper snorted out his disdain.
“ ‘Course not, savage.”
Cooper held up a device in front of Tarzan’s face. On a screen something blinked red.
Cooper tugged at the thick leather collar he’d fastened around Tarzan’s neck.
“Got a tracker planted inside this …..”
Domineering Cooper shook Tarzan’s head around .. his hand on the collar and shaking him about.
“You fuck off. You escape. This little beauty here …..”
Cooper’s finger jabbed at the blinking light on the screen.
“This tells me right where you are. I’m gonna come gunning for you, arsehole.”
Tarzan did not understand. He was not interested in their tricks, he didn’t understand their technology. Tarzan wasn’t planning on running off. He was going to manipulate a situation where they’d have to free his hands. Then .. he’d break their necks.
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