Gone Rogue Read Online Free

can’t say it here,” Slade took a deep breath to calm his body, “can we go to your office.”
    “Yeah, like I said at your funeral…” he was cut off as Slade started to fall towards him, his eyes glassy, the drug was wearing off faster than before, he was close to collapsing right there.
    “Justice will be forced on all.”  Slade forced out in a mutter as Zach helped steady his fallen brother.  “I was at my funeral.”  Zach just shook his head, and using Zach for assistance Slade was lead out of the bar.
    “The town will be confused on this.”  Zach said sighing after he helped Slade to his bike.  “Can you drive?”
    “Yeah, I will be fine, and brother the town must not know.”
     
     
     
    * * *
     
     
    Slade pulled at the squeaky door to the same office that he worked in just five years before.  The building looked like a cabin in the small town.  The wooden walls and frame stood out as he approached the building.  Two windows on each side of the building greeted him, along with a black shingled roof.  No porch gave to the flat and even building, just a door. 
    There were two desks sitting on top of the old hardwood floor.  The walls were painted green, not a nice green, the kind of green that reminds you of vomiting. 
    He remembered a prank Zach and he did as if it was the other day.  They just started on the department, and they decided it would be funny to paint the sheriff’s car the color of the station.  Hoping to convince the boss at the time to re-paint the building, but he instead bought uniforms in the same color. 
    Two windows were shinning on the two desks.  Then two doors were behind each desk, one lead to the two jail cells, the other door  lead to the sheriff’s office that now read on the blurred glass Sherriff Preston.  Slade could still see both of them sitting at the desks joking with each other, thinking they were the toughest and most dangerous men out there.  Now it changed, now Slade knew of an entirely different meaning to dangerous.
    Rob Wesley sat just in front of the jail cell.  Zach Preston sat in front of the Sherriff’s Door that usually remained closed all day.  The Sherriff was getting older and wouldn’t leave his office unless it was an emergency.  Paperwork had to be done constantly and that is what the Sherriff did, an older male who clearly put a truth about cops eating donuts.  Never out of uniform and always with a tie on when he came in.  He wasn’t a hard ass at all; no, they both looked up to him as the superior with no questions asked.  Often he was the calm and steady one. 
    One time a call was sent out for armed robbery in progress, by the local bank, and the Sherriff was the first one out the door.  “Boys let move it!” he said not even thinking of calling in back up from the county.  They got there and one of the bank robbers agreed to talk to the Sherriff with no guns on him.  An hour later everyone came out, the thieves giving themselves up, and being let go right in front of the town.  He explained to us that the men were just depressed and no one was listening to them.  There was no need to make things worse.
    Slade snapped out of the memory of many old jobs, now it was time to unite two worlds in peace.  Not death like the Sanctum would have.  He learned the secrets in the organization and left before he wore the blood of so much innocence that he couldn’t ever been cleansed.  Zach put his shotgun on the wall and locked the case, and then walked to the office.  He sat down, Slade followed him shutting the door and locking it so no one could barge in. 
    The office was a usual small town office, or at least that is how he saw it.  One desk as old as the building, paper files on it, but now a nice computer sat on it with a printer.  Bulletin boards were scattered on every wall and pictures of the police in different years and different awards.  One wall though caught Slade’s eye, the pictures of the fire,