“Alpha Greg, you should think about this one more time. Isn't it better to confess than to be caught while on the run?” Carlos tried to convince Alpha Greg. They were on the way to pick up the last of the things Greg said he needed.

“We'll be out of here before Derrick realizes we are gone,” Greg grunted as he adjusted his heavy bag. Carlos earlier had asked what it contained. He'd merely shrugged and said it was ‘supplies’.

“And if we are not able to make it out of here?”

Greg grimaced. “Don't be a coward! Hurry up.”

“You said we will find Doure,” Carlos reminded.

Greg shrugged....