You could have knocked him down with a feather. Not a sight he was expecting. Some man stood looking in at the window. Spying on the interrogation inside. Man? But what kind of man?
Boss had been right, it seemed. That snooper they’d caught … impossible he was by himself. Who’d be so stupid? Come sneaking around .. all on his lonesome. Just the night before the cargo was dispatched? Too good to be true.
The prick was unarmed. There had to be back-up. Accomplices, mates armed to the teeth. Someone covering his arse. Even the dumbest arsehole had to have back-up.
He wasn’t alone alright. The boss had doubled the security. Told them to lie in wait. In the darkness, in stealth. Look out for the prisoner’s armed back-up. Boss was spot-on. They’d caught another snooper in their crosshairs.
The prick had back-up alright. But what WAS that? Looked human, definitely male, muscled like fuck. But …. Was that animal skin around his waist? All he had on ….. Just some skimpy skin covering his junk. What the fuck was this all about?
Cody blurted it out. Shocked like everyone when Tarzan was bundled into the room.
“What you doing here ……?”
Cody caught the look in Tarzan’s eyes. Telling him to shut up!
The three men in the room too had looked shocked when the door slammed open and a near-naked man was shoved in. Two reached for their weapons. A man in just an animal skin thrust into the room .. two of their mates covering him with their guns. They didn’t know what to be more surprised at. Another snooper. Or his appearance.
Tarzan noticed …. The man whom he’d watched interrogating Cody through the window .. he threw a glance at Cody .. then it flashed over at Tarzan .. and back to Cody. Intrigued by Cody’s outburst. He had not missed a thing. He’d spotted a connection. Just what Tarzan had been all-out to avoid.
“What the fuck’s this?”
The man-in-charge threw his glance back over Tarzan. A white-man dressed in just animal skins around his waist. Well-built. And bristling with danger.
“What the fuck …. Where’d you find THAT?””?”
His eyes slitted to creases. Trying to understand.
“Found this arsehole looking in the window. Watching.”
The man who’d had his gun pressed to Tarzan’s skull explained.
“No idea what-the-fuck he is. But he was watching quite some time. He saw enough.”
The man’s gaze travelled the length of Tarzan. A tall, muscular man, deeply tanned, looking like one of the natives they had locked up in the barracks. But white. Some savage-looking wild-man. Looking like a white man had got lost in the jungle .. stood with barely anything on. And looking like he was ready for a fight.
Tarzan saw the man’s eyes slowly return to Cody .. hands tied behind the chair.
Cody had been punched in the jaw. Tarzan had seen Cody take a number of fists, hard into his belly. But he was holding up. Not giving in. The man again flashed his look back at Tarzan. Thinking. Tarzan knew he was putting two-and-two together. Making connections.
The guy was shaking his head. Unsure. Confused. Not making head-or-tail of this new appearance. He’d been warned about this interfering reporter making enquiries in the town. He’d suspected there might be back-up. But THIS? What the ……? Some near-naked jungle wild-man .. and a white-man. Just animal skins covering his bits.
The boss looked concerned. Two of them. Were there more? Who’d sent them? He didn’t like this, bad timing. He couldn’t put this together. He needed to think. Check things out.
“Stick the pair of them in an empty cell. Keep them quiet. Need to find out more. See what harm this pair of fuckers have done.”
Then he realised.
“And get-the-fuck out there. Might be more of the fuckers.”