Gone Rogue (10 page)

“Sir, your ankle looks broken and you have contusions to your head.” 

Slade grabbed the man’s collar with his enormous hands, “I don’t care, I will be dead before we get to the hospital.”  The medic fell backwards to a seat that was behind him.  “Hopefully we can stop that.  I know you have been in a lot of trauma.”

Slade was about to say something when he heard the drivers say, “What the hell,” the ambulance’s tires squealed.  He grabbed on a handle in the ambulance to hold him from flying forward.

“Too fucking late,” Slade said.

“Code blue,” the driver said into the radio.  “Code blue, intersection of William and Kelly, ambulance hit, and…” he was cut off when the ambulance was bolted to the side, Slade hanging onto a strap from the ceiling.  Adrenaline rushed through Slade like a volcano bursting.  Not only was he pissed for being hit, but Zach was in the first ambulance, couldn’t they leave the dead alone.  Slade started to get up, as a bloody paramedic tried to help. 

“It is actually better if you don’t see this.”  The paramedic’s eyes went large before they closed after being hit by Slade’s good hand.  Slade kicked open the doors and saw men in black coats running in every directing.  Several came running up to him, Slade surprised no one was shooting.  A smaller man swung an electric wand at Slade, to be blocked and hit with his own weapon.  “Crap, they want me as a prisoner,” he said to himself.  Death would be easier than the torture he would get for being a rogue agent.

Slade jumped out of the ambulance, taking the agents on one by one.  He roared with pain as the rush of fighting took its place.  He grabbed one agent by the head and slammed him into the ambulance knocking the agent out.  He went for another agent to only be stopped by five agents grabbing his arms, his arm that was bitten screamed in agony.  Sweat and tears dropped from his face, as agents held him, apparently losing their clubs in an attempt of taking Slade down.

An agent took advantage, of Slade being held and threw a punch to his stomach.  Slade coughed dust and blood from his chest.  “Thanks,” Slade said feeling more air return to his lungs.

“You lost Slade, your buddy is dead, and you are caught.  Why don’t you come back to agency peacefully and maybe the captain will be forgiving.”

“Fuck you,” Slade said before fist pounded at his ribs.  His ribs cracked and broke in reaction to several more hits.  Slade was ready for the sweet taste of death to enter his mouth. 

Instead of death coming, he heard noise coming from the other ambulance, the one that was hit before.  Slade quickly turned his head, the punching faded into a nothing but numbness met with more numbness.  The ambulance doors opened, and a man with a neck brace came out.  Agents rushed him, as one reached him he dodged the agents swing and caught the agent’s nose.  During the distraction, Slade used the agent in front of him and ran his feet up him kicking him in the face and continuing to do a flip.  He used the momentum and struck the agents together freeing him. 

An agent ran towards Slade, another one charged Zach.  Slade grabbed one of his hidden elongated throwing knifes from his leg and flung it at the agent who fell to the ground with a blade in one eye.

A gunshot sounded behind Slade, and after Slade checked his own body for holes, he looked back to his surprise at Zach.  Zach was putting his pistol away that the ambulance didn’t remove from him probably due to the badge he carried inside his jacket.  Blood oozed down in front of him, as he took off his neck brace. 

Zach walked over to Slade rubbing his neck.  “How you doing,” Slade asked like it was an everyday situation. 

“Fucking dragon,” Zach looked towards the sky, “We are going to kill her right?”

“Yes.”  Slade didn’t feel hurt anymore, during the fight, his body went numb, and after a burn, the pain died. 

Slade checked his body and felt the wounds healed and scarred over.  Then Slade looked at cuts that were on Zach’s face, they too seemed to fade into almost nothing.

“What the fuck,” Slade said to Zach, who was now zapping an agent that tried to get up with their own wands. 

“What,” the body jolted in front him, when he pressed the wand into his body.  “I so would have loved this back home.”  He zapped another agent.

“My injuries, they healed,” Slade stuck his arm out that was useless just before.

Zach looked at his arm, not sure what he was supposed to see.  “What you cut your arm or what?”

“No it was almost bitten off.”  Slade now walked over and grabbed his knife from a dead agent.  Zach stood there confused not connecting the two circles.  “Stick your hand out.”

“Why,” Zach said still sticking his hand out.  With a movement Zach couldn’t catch, Slade sliced Zach’s hand open.  “You fucker,” he was going to strike Slade before he stopped. 

He turned his hand over; Slade looked at the hand that now was healing and the blood turning into water.  “What the fuck?”

“I don’t know, let me slice you open.”  Zach said trying to reach for Slade’s blade.

“That won’t help, we need to go to a library,” Slade started to hike back to the motel to get their Jeep was still there.  “Better thought, that probably was blown up.”

“Shit,” Slade slowed down and was about to look for the problem when Zach said, “I hate reading.”  Slade couldn’t help but laugh. 

They reached the library without stopping for any more distractions.  The dragon didn’t show, the agency was quiet; it might have been only a day, but it was a day of quietness for now.  They drove through the night to reach the special library that Slade remembered back from the Agency.  They found another Jeep parked on the side of the road and hotwired it.  Slade didn’t want any attention as he drove through the night, so he kept to the speed limit, which in turn made Zach very bored.

"Dude we could have gone faster," Zach said now jumping out of the Jeep.  He was still sore with not getting his old Jeep back.  Slade was more upset not having their rifles anymore.  They knew the agents found his vehicle before they were ambushed; it was too much of a risk to go back.

The library was huge, for such a small town, glass doors by the old wood that surrounded the old but elegant building.  Pillars came from the overhanging second story and met the stone walkway.  Something told Slade that this library was here before time itself, which he knew was impossible but still amazing.  They walked into the library and down the hallway.  A Staircase was to the right and circled its way up to what had to be the meeting rooms, and studying area.  The books were all in front of them; two desks were on both sides that had librarians hid behind computers typing away, and checking out books.

The air was thick that made Slade have to take a deep gulp to get air in his lungs as they both walked forward.  The librarians looked at the Slade and Zach probably amazed by Slade’s body size.  The woman was boorish looking with droopy green eyes.  Her fine, curly, short hair was worn in a practical, dignified style bun.  She was a thinner, older lady, that at one time probably made all the boys head turn, but Old Man Time took his toll.  She was wearing a grayish suit that added even more years.  Slade and Zach quickened their pace, both walking to the stairs that lead to the computers.

"What are we going to look for?”  Zach asked pulling another chair up next to Slade who barely fit in the regular size chair.  They both were pretty good on computers, but for things Slade needed to search for, he needed to be on the computer.

“I am going to try to hack into the agency’s database.”  Slade said with a grin, pulling up Google.

“With Google?”  Zach asked loud enough to get glares from other people in the lab, “with Google,” Zach repeated in a whisper.

“Well, what else would I use?”  Slade typed the name of the agency Secret Sanctum, and to Zach’s surprise there, it was.  The Sanctum had such a ridiculous sight name that he they used Google to, making it usually hidden right in front of a hackers eyes.

        A login screen came up right away, a hacker would have trouble getting in to this system, they would have to hack through everything, the government uses, and refuse other traps set up by the Sanctum while getting through.  Slade typed in the one name that would bring up a check, Slade entered his password.  The screen read welcome agent Slade.  Slade knew the agents would be swarming down on them soon, but he had no choice.  He wanted to know why they weren’t kill right away, why the agency wanted them so bad. 

After a few minutes of not finding any directive that gave them a hint to why they were, being hunted alive instead of dead Slade had to use other resources.

             
"Let’s go get some books, maybe we can find something else out.”  Slade said typing stuff on the computer; Zach was clearly more interested in the computer then getting books.

"Why, did those nymphs let us live."  Zach thought aloud.  He was right that nymphs usually drained their victims. 

Slade grabbed several books that the agency disguised and only could be read with the sunglasses on.  The pages were thicker and hid secret pages inside that the sunglasses could see, and these books held all the secrets.  The Sanctum knew they couldn’t put the books all in their place, so they hid them among the many libraries. 

Slade went back to the table where Zach was busy typing away on the computer, Slade didn’t know what he was all doing, but figured he would have some fun with being on such a secretive site.  Slade’s eyes started to cross as he went through the stack of books like a dog went through a fresh steak.

Zach sighed, which brought Slade back to reality from the books.  "Zach you find anything." 

“Orders were just given to come to this library, for two rogues.” 
Shit
, Slade thought to himself, he didn’t want Zach to be involved, but it was too late for both of them. 

“They must have taken that attack personal.”  Slade paused not knowing where that joke came from.  “I guess congrats on becoming a rogue agent without even joining the Sanctum.”

“Thanks, I needed a promotion.”  It was so much easier for Slade to act non-military like with his brother than with anyone else, including his father that died.

A father that died at a bar, and didn’t do any kind of military work at all.  Slade didn’t believe alcohol killed him, but that he pissed someone off and they kill him.  He never seemed to drink that much at the bar, he never acted out of character, and he was always calm and steady.  He actually was more like his father now than he ever was.  That actually scared him for it took all this time for him to do that.

They both always stared over their shoulders for; well Slade looked for demons and agents.  They both could see the wide picture of everything, and both knew how to fight.  Actually, that was where Slade learned most of his fighting from, before the agency made the moves faster and stronger.

Slade’s father always was proud of Slade’s size and helped Slade use it to a level that a smaller man would be proud of.  Usually big people like Slade were clumsy or loud, but Slade was taught to be quiet.  If he didn’t know better, he would say his father was training him to become an agent for the Sanctum. 

Somehow, that sounded to close to the truth.  Slade started putting things together in his head.  He acted how Slade acted now, always cautious always alert.  He first thought it was from the drinking, but his father never did act drunk just smelled of it.  That could have been done with a simple shot of whiskey.  His father always had bruises, but he always said he bumped some metal, but he was never clumsy.  He spent a lot of time with Zach’s father, who also had un-explained injuries. 

“Zach, search for James Wesley!”

“You father, why?”

“Just do it, it’s a hunch but if I’m right then…”  Slade couldn’t think straight, was their fathers agents?

Zach typed the name, and Slade leaned over to see the screen.  “There, there he is.”  Zach clicked on the folder and files flew open.

“What the hell is this Rob?”  Slade didn’t correct him this time.

Slade started to read the screen.

             
Mission: destroy the tribe before they become full again

Two guardians have been sighted; they have the strength and speed without the injections.  They know how to avoid being followed and every attempt to kill them has failed.  Agent Robertson it is up to you to find them, follow them, learn if others exist.  Eliminate the targets.  If you achieve this task, you will be promoted to Captain.

“Zach, they said targets, your father, my father, they were fighting the agency. “  Slade saw the words promoted to Captain, and knew it was his old boss that killed his father, but how.

“Yes, but why, and why didn’t they tell us?”

“They didn’t want us to be killed.”  Slade studied the files.  “Look, update, the day before and day after.” 

I have found the two targets; first name is James, last name Wesley, second target, first name Brad, last name Preston.  I have seen them attack agents and without hesitation killed them with ease.  Our agents are not trained or equipped to deal with such force.  Our queen will be held back if these guardians find the secret weapon.  Worse if they find the gateway that the queen set up for us to enter the other land.  I will kill them tomorrow by poisoning their drinks.  Both men take one shot of brandy or whiskey from the bar; I will be the deliverer for I believe they can see through our disguises.