Dragged in the Mud

Prolog

Midnight, an old raggedy pickup truck speeds down the rural backroads of Monroe County in the front seats, sit two men. The driver of the pickup is an older man with a greying beard and thin hair on top. He wears a long sleeve button up shirt with fresh mud stains soaking the shirt and fresh holes in his pants sitting next to him in the pickup is a man in around his thirties with a full head of hair and light stubble covering his face. The jacket he wore lay tied around in forearm stopping blood from seeking through. His shirt and pants lay covered in mud and his face is battered and bruised. On each man's hip is a holstered pistol, a pair of handcuffs, and a golden 6-pointed star reading "B. Shume" and "S. Sile" clipped onto the older and younger man's belt respectively. As the truck speeds along the men can't help to think about what led them to the beat and battered point tonight. It had only about an hour and a half ago from that moment eleven o-clock at night. A blue light swirled on top of raggedy old pickup they'd had just received a report that someone had been storing large number of drugs on an old farmhouse only about 30 minutes outside of town in a remote part of the county. As the men drove ever further out of town watching lights fade out the darker and darker it became outside, and a raincloud had just started moving into the area causing it slightly to drizzle outside. As the men turned into an old driveway with the house, no more than a shack at this point, they'd carefully flick off their blue light and slowly approach the house. The house with shingles falling off the roof had a single light on inside the building hopefully confirming someone was inside. As they approached the house more and more no trespassing signs were seen in the front yard along with large mud puddles that had started to form due to the rain. Soon the men were making their way up the old creaking stairs of the front porch Sile let out a loud knock on the door. As soon as he did the knock ruffling was heard on the inside of the property, sure that someone was inside Sile let out another knock. A few seconds counted down hearing very little from inside the property suddenly. Both the men would look at each other the Sile would whisper over to Brab

"We're going to breach on three." He's gestor the numbers with his fingers as he counted.

"Three...Two...One..." Both of the men took a slightly pause, then suddenly Sile sends a boot kick to the front of the door causing it to fly open.

As both the men enter slowly Sile walking slightly in front. suddenly a wooden 2X4 comes swinging around the corner colliding into Sile's face causing him to fall back and stumble into Brab dazed from behind the corner where the 2x4 came from a scrawny little man with a full white beard rushes at the men pushing the dazed men out of his house. The men would be pushed into the mud off the porch of the house and the 2x4 wielding man was charging straight at them swinging the plank randomly. Just barley Dazed, Brab has enough consciousness thought to pull his pistol and fire it once at the bearded man's leg hoping to make him fall. Brab's shot echoed through the woods causing many birds to fly away. This didn't stop the man from charging at Sile who still lay dazed in the mud, but at this point had just enough sense to move out of the way of the 2x4 bashful blunt end again, instead of being hit in the face he's hit in the hand. Feeling the urgentness to get this under control. Sile flipped over taking out the legs of the old man causing him to fall. Sile would the attempt to pin the old man the ground but he had one more plant to try to assault the cops. At this point Brab was still just getting up and jogging over. The old bearded man would try his luck one last time, he'd pull a switch blade and slice at Sile cutting his arm up pretty bad. Just as that was happening Brab sent a boot into the old man's knife wielding hand causing the old man's arm to break. As Brab dealt with the old man Sile tore off his jacket wrapping it around his bleeding arm to stop the bleeding.

"Let's hurry this the hell up, Brab!" Sile would yell over at Brab as he's now entering the property once again.

Brab would do a slight nod as he finish cuffing the old man. It really is just a blurb from there. The men search the house and find nothing at all, and pack the old man into the trunk of the pickup for questioning later.

[Possible more episodes coming later]

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