combat fatigues and top half of the black control suit underneath. Then slides his arms into a sleeveless black hoodie and zips it up, covering his head with the hood after wrapping a short black scarf around his face. Back to normal.

Steve: What the hell is this guy talking about? This wasn’t me.

He loads the backpack into the rear seat and closes the door gently.

The sun was almost tucked away for the night and he knew he’d be much safer in the dark. He had no intention of staying here though, things were too unpredictable. The Alpha continues:

Alpha: AND NOW. OUT OF THE CHAOS I HAVE BEEN ABLE TO CREATE ORDER.

BUT WE’RE NOT LIKE