“No accomplice, damn it!”
Garth knew his nervousness was showing but he was incensed. And frustrated. Seeing no way out of this chaos. This life-threatening mess.
He’d got caught up in this confusion .. no damned business of his. Insurgents and terrorists .. nothing to do with him.
Just spending the night in the tavern .. violently hauled out of his sleep .. into this political nightmare.
Furious he rounded on the colonel.
“Never seen this guy bef …..”
Garth never got to finish. He was screaming for his life.
To safeguard his powers of speech, he’d already barged aside the thug with the tazer pressed to his throat. A huge shoulder-barge to the left. But his protest was cut short. A crippling blow from the other side. An punch hard into his ribs. Doubling him up .. catching him out. Then an elbow smacked across the back of his neck.
With the momentum he felt his knee give way under him. Stumbling. And as he struggled for his footing, Garth felt a stab in his shoulder. He yelled out. Loud. The tazer got him. Catching him as he fell. Garth bawled. Hundreds of muscle-breaking volts blasting into his side. He collapsed. Shouting out. Screaming.
Helpless Hunt watched the stranger hit the floor hard with a thud. His body was twisting in sharp jerky spasms. And as the muscular form still writhed from the agony of electricity blasting through him, the vengeful guard leapt at him. He stuck in the prod .. he jabbed it back into his side. And kept his finger on the trigger.
The stranger jerked. He yelled out. Sadistic the guard kept the prod dug into his ribs. Kept on pressing. The poor sucker screamed. He jolted. Agonising yells. Legs kicking wildly, head thrown back, body twisting in agony. Madly jolting. Pain lurched him violently over onto his side. Shuddering, the prod dug into him. His torso trapped onto the floor as explosions of torture blasted out every ounce of strength out of his shredded body.
“What did you hire, Hunt?”
The Colonel interrupted Hunt’s angry emotions. Unconcerned watching this innocent bystander being tazered around the floor.
“This some assassin? He your bomb-maker? Some stinking spy …..?”
Hunt snapped back. Furious. Feeling at a loss. Manly bawls of pain ringing in his ears.
“Told you already …..”
Hunt never got to finish. Thwacked across the back of the head with a baton. Going down. Closing down.
The colonel didn’t allow for coincidence. Look at the jerk. A muscled fucker looking like this just happened to turn up in the inn? Yeah, right! A fluke! Just on the night these fucking insurgents were meeting? Like fuck!
A guy looking like that? Look at the fucker. Didn’t get a physique like that by chance! You didn’t get to look like that working on a construction site. He’d watched men renovating the building outside his window for weeks .. men who made a living out of physically demanding work. Not built one bit like that.
You got like that for a purpose. You trained for that .. to take on the most challenging tasks. To endure the extreme. There was something to this fucker. Hunt had got himself some extreme muscle-head for a reason. Something was going down. Just had to find out what. Why had that fucker Hunt brought this muscle-fucker in?
If it turned out .. after questioning .. he WAS just some innocent bystander .. some bodybuilder cretin putting up in the inn for the night .. wrong place, wrong time …. Well, what was the loss when he disappeared? Who was going to asking questions? No one, everyone knew better. The militia didn’t allow for the wrong questions getting asked. People knew better than that.
But IF this muscle-fucker was something else …….? A sharpshooter for Hunt? His superiors would expect to know. The junta didn’t allow for mistakes.
He sneered at Hunt .. half-out-of-it .. on the floor. The muscle-head had stopped screaming. Moaning out the residual pain. He wasn’t moving, done-in.
“Take the scumbags down.”
The Colonel dismissed his troops. One pair had already grabbed the groaning Hunt. Stunned .. offering no fight-back.
“Give them a dose of what to expect.”
Garth never heard the colonel’s command. He groaned out loud in his agonies when guards grabbed hold of his elbows and hauled him away. Hung down by his arms between his guards. Knees dragging on the floor, feet following lifelessly behind. Hauled limply out of the “court”.
“Loosen that fucker’s tongue,” the Colonel snarled after him.