Hunt snorted out his contempt for the colonel.” You’ve got the wrong guy, fool.”
Garth’s head was swimming as hands roughly hauled him to his feet. Getting in a couple of hard punches to his head for good luck.
He was back on his feet .. getting shaken around to make him stand by himself. But through his bleary head he was hearing Hunt talking up for him. At last. Clearing his name.
“Never seen this sucker in my life before.”
Interesting the colonel didn’t order Hunt tazered to shut him up. His gaze left Hunt and roamed over Garth. Sizing up a more than muscular torso. Now panting hard, trying like mad to get himself back together. The tazering had plastered a sheen of sweat on his hard plates of muscled chest. The colonel’s look on him turned harsh, questioning.
Hunt was still mocking.
“Can you arseholes ever get anything right?”
He snorted. Indicating the guards holding Garth up.
“These cocksuckers got anything in their heads?”
Hunt was certainly not holding back. Had he got anything to lose?
“Dragged in some innocent bystander, your cocksucking thugs. Inept as always. When have they ever done anything right?”
Garth was catching his breath. Glad at last to hear his innocence defended but wondering at Hunt’s courage? Talking like this. Risking provoking a savage revenge-beating from these thugs. Going for it in defence of Garth. Or was it sheer composure? Had Hunt come to terms with his fate? Why not lash out? Nothing worse could kick him in the nuts?
Garth had got a feel for the depth of antagonism between this pair. No love lost here. But at least Hunt was coming clean, putting in a good word for him, as promised. Garth would happily have added his own two pennyworth but one of the thugs breathing down his neck had the tazer pressed to his voice-box. A quick press and Garth would never talk again.
But now with Hunt’s declaration it was Garth who was getting the colonel’s rapt attention. He’d flushed a quick angry glare back at Hunt for his scathing comment. Then Garth was gripped by a long cold stare from the colonel. Boring into his eyes as if try to read Garth’s mind.
To protest his innocence .. not risking that touch on the tazer on his throat .. Garth made his body language do the talking .. asserting he had nothing to do with these rebels. He returned the stare equally strongly. Chin up, looking strong. Down over his broad muscular chest he felt the colonel’s gaze roam. Garth felt his assertion of innocence being weighed.
In return Garth refused to loosen his steadfast gaze. Down the colonel’s gaze went, taking in the flat muscled belly. In response Garth proudly sucked it in. Sensing his muscular body assessed .. stood strong, proud .. unfazed by standing there in just his undershorts .. Garth was getting a good looking over .. unspoken questions getting asked.
Garth judged the risk he was taking. He was walking a tightrope. That fine line between his body giving off the powerful message of his guiltlessness, expressed in a broad chest held high, ridged abs pulsating with the strength of his innocence. Or could the colonel read his robust attitude as “Don’t give a shit” .. the same defiance Hunt was giving off? But in his case, Garth WAS innocent, he was not involved.
Worryingly that jibe from Hunt kept hovering in his mind.
“Not that they’re likely to listen to the word of rebel scum.”
He sensed the colonel’s scrutiny pan out. His whole solid-built body locked in the frame. A snapshot taken. The way he looked .. muscled, a strong assertive look returning the colonel’s scrutiny. Like an X-ray of his innocence was being taken. Long and detailed, he felt the colonel’s study looking him over. Judging what he saw.
Was the colonel buying it? Was he believing Hunt’s assertion? That he’d never clapped eyes on Garth before?