{SHILOH}
The sounds of violence reached me before the smell of blood. At the detective's cry for help, I kicked at the jail cell. It took nearly five good kicks before I broke the bar open. Wrenching open the back door was nothing.
Officer Jones had Detective Warnos on the ground and was about to kill him. The motel manager stood by helpless, his hands behind his back. As I broke into the room, Officer Jones turned and fired. I dodged the bullet and lunged at him.
"What the fuck," the officer screamed. He fired again, and a bullet tore into my shoulder.
Ignoring it, I ripped the gun out of his hands and threw it across the room. Lifting him up, I slammed him into the desk.
"Wade, don't kill him," Warnos shouted as he stood. Reaching under the desk, he grabbed a gun and turned to point it at me. I held Jones with one hand and looked at him expectantly.
