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An Olympic swimmer finds herself drowning in conspiracy when accidentally injected with a super secret serum that gives her mysterious psi powers. Suddenly she-s on the run for her life, and the only man who can help her is the assassin hired to kill her.

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Amy Rench Fallen Rogue 2009 CHAPTER ONE The blur of greens and browns - photo 1

Amy Rench

Fallen Rogue

2009

CHAPTER ONE

The blur of greens and browns filtered into the shapes of countless pines and firs spanning the highway as far as the eye could see. The constant whir of the engine for the past 650 miles became gruff chugs as the bus prepared for the stop ahead. Harper Kane sat up and stretched in the worn faux leather seat in an attempt to ease her cramped muscles.

Shed fallen asleep almost immediately after leaving the San Francisco terminal, but had an abrupt awakening when the bus suffered a thunderous tire blowout and lurched to the side of the road just before the Oregon border. Since then, she had just dozed, with that prickly feeling of being not quite asleep or awake.

Harper admired the infinite shades of color in the surrounding autumn foliage. She loved living in northern California, but Oregon would always have a fond place in her heart. Especially because her elder brother, Bobby, still lived here.

She hadnt seen him in six months, a long time for them to be apart. But with the Olympic trials nearing, her training had been rigorous. She needed all the time in the water she could get.

But she needed this time away from the pool even more. Her focus had been waning a little lately. Besides, her racing times were better than theyd ever been.

The bus finally slumped to a halt, assaulting her senses with exhaust. She took a few sips from her twenty-four-ounce water bottle to wash the filmy taste from her mouth, and then tucked it in the worn backpack resting on the adjacent seat.

Hood River. The drivers monotone voice sounded tinny over the microphone.

They were actually stopping way outside the town limits. Given that she was the only passenger on the bus, the driver had grudgingly agreed to stop close to Bobbys remote home in the woods. Which meant the side of the road rather than the station in Hood River itself.

As she descended the broad steps of the bus, she searched for her brothers baby blue clunker of a pickup truck. The heap was barely legal, but Bobby loved it. Two hours ago shed left him a message that she was being dropped off close by, but neither the truck nor her brother were visible through the light misty rain.

Grumbling at his absence, she began slogging through the mushy gravel on the shoulder of the road. The bus was inconvenient, but her Jeep wouldnt make the long trip up. The old vehicle barely made it to the pool where she trained. And lately it hadnt even done that. Shed had to hoof the five miles from her apartment for the last month, pleasing her coach to no end.

About a half mile down the road was an obscure turnoff for the bumpy dirt road that led to Bobbys house. The hazy sprinkle soon shifted to a steady downpour.

Harper pulled her jacket collar taut around her neck to keep from getting absolutely soaked, but she knew it was futile. Rain seeped through her jeans and flooded her sneakers. Being wet was a way of life for her, but a warm, comfortable pool was a far cry from the chilly Oregon rains. She just hoped that the clothes in her backpack were staying somewhat dry.

The smell of wet vegetation and cool air caused her to sniff a little and expel a moist cloud of breath. It was colder than normal for late October. Maybe Bobby was busy building a nice welcoming fire for her in the woodstove. Hopeful, she squished forward through the puddles and pine needles.

About a hundred yards from Bobbys road, she heard the familiar rumbling of his trucks archaic motor. Seconds later the blue cab poked its nose out from the trees, gravel spewing everywhere from the sudden braking.

Bobby glanced at her through the open driver-side window. Rain pounded his face, which held a look of obvious delight; the look quickly changed to one of alarm.

The truck door flew open and Bobby started to slide out, giving her a terse wave. She raised her hand in response.

A crack of gunfire sounded. Harper stopped cold.

Another shot rang out. Then another. Confusion paralyzed her in the whipping rain, and a pained roar came from her throat.

Her brother slumped and fell backward into the truck cab. A vise of horror seized her body, and the truth hit her like a gale wind: Bobby had been shot.

Time froze. Harper saw her body move toward the truck as though watching a movie somehow outside herself. Her brother needed her.

She made it to the truck door and impatiently shrugged off her backpack, barely hearing the splash of it hitting the sopping ground over the pounding of her heartbeat.

Blood pumped out of the three holes in Bobbys chest. Harper ripped his shirt away from his body and tried to press it against the wounds. The white material stained red but was unable to hold the blood at bay. There was just too much pouring out. Too fast.

Harper. Bobbys voice was a strained whisper.

Bobby! What the heck is going on? What-

No time, Bobby interrupted. Remember the Barracks? He wheezed and coughed.

What? Harper grabbed his shaking hand. It was freezing. She frantically searched through trees, but could see nothing through the rain. Just hold on. Im getting my phone. Ill get help. She gave his hand a squeeze and turned to reach for her drenched pack on the ground. Bobbys iron grip on her forearm stopped her motion and forced her to face him.

No time, he repeated softly. She could barely hear him. G-get to the Barracks. I left something. He coughed again, fainter this time. For you. Left something for you.

I dont understand. Harper couldnt believe what was happening. Bobby, dont leave me. Her brother was going to die. And there was nothing she could do about it. I need you.

Please, Harper, Bobby pleaded, his breath coming in small gasps. Do this. For me.

Anything for you, Bobby, she vowed, and held his chilled hands. Anything. She still didnt understand what he was talking about, but shed do whatever he asked. She owed him that. Hed always been there for her. She would do the same for him. Tears streaked down her face, mingling with the rain, then dropped onto the blood-spattered pile of clothing draped over his chest.

Thanks, Harpie. He smiled weakly. And closed his eyes. Didnt know w-what else to do.

Bobby, whats going on? she asked again.

Im s-sorry. Youll knowwhat to do was all he said in response, the words slurred and hushed. Love you, sis. He said it so quietly that she wasnt even sure hed spoken.

Love you, big bro, she choked out. She leaned over him and reached behind his shoulders, pulling his weak body to hers in a tight hug, desperately trying to give him comfort. Hoping for some miracle to save his life.

Be careful

After a slight shudder and a doting smile, he closed his eyes for the last time, and his body went still in her arms.

Harper crushed Bobbys lifeless body against her. Shock poured through her every fiber, chilling and bitter. The driving rain continued in heavy sheets and pounded against her while she just held him with disbelieving ferocity.

Her mind raced with questions she feared would never be answered and words she knew would never be spoken. Why? Why had her brother been shot? What had he done to deserve having his life taken away in such a grisly and abrupt way? Who would have done this? And what in the world did he leave for her that had cost him his life?

Time meant nothing. How long had she sat there, clutching the cold shell of her brother? Wasnt it just minutes ago that she was annoyed with him for not picking her up and for making her walk in the drizzle?

And now? Now, hed never pick her up again. Never hear her tease him about being late. Neveranything.

Red splotches drenched her clothing. Bobbys blood. Harper couldnt help releasing a guttural cry, a primal sound among the tall trees and rain. Painful and bleak.

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