Inspecting the Courier

"Don't bother struggling, big guy," the second agent, Miller, laughed, stepping right into Julian's personal space. "We're going to do a very thorough inspection. We wouldn't want to miss any hidden micro-transmitters." Miller reached out, deliberately unzipping Julian's tactical jacket and ripping away the center fabric of his shirt, exposing the courier's broad, heavily defined chest. The rival agents stared for a moment, openly amused by how cartoonishly built the courier was. "Well, well," Vance chuckled, reaching out to heavily press his palm right against Julian's left pectoral muscle. "That's quite an impressive pair of pecs you've got here, courier. Built like a brick wall. Let's see if you're hiding a wire in here." "Get your hands off me," Julian growled, his jaw tightly clenched as his chest rose and fell rapidly under Vance's heavy grip. "Oh, come on, where's the hospitality?" Miller joined in, aggressively grabbing and kneading Julian's right pectoral muscle, testing its thick, firm weight with both hands. "Wow, these things are incredibly buoyant. Are you sure you didn't pack flotation devices under your skin, courier? It's like squeezing steel-plated pillows." "It's all muscle, Miller," Vance joked, leaning his weight forward to roughly pat and slide his hands across the top of Julian's broad chest, taunting him. "He clearly spends more time at the gym than studying real espionage. Tell us where the real encryption key is, handsome." Julian let out a strained huff as Miller gave his massive left pec a firm, twisting squeeze. "I told you... I don't know anything about a key. The briefcase is all I was given." "Lying isn't going to save you," the third agent holding Julian's arm smirked, leaning in to look. "Keep inspecting him, boys. Check under the muscle. Maybe he's got a subcutaneous chip embedded right in the tissue."