Adler had received word from Phelps that his suspicions were probably true, the news that Head Delta Ben had been sent down to Texas some time ago but had been blocked and sent home told a very real story that Brentwood had turned against the Alliance and was barricading and bringing in his forces in the event that Alpha Fenrir had made a strike against him.
Adler frowned darkly as the car he was in moved up to the gated carpark of the Octagon, the fighting arena where the challenge for alpha would take place. He held no qualms that everyone beyond these gates would know what happened yesterday and he could tell by the huge security presense that they were buffering against trouble or attack.
Adler snorted a little derisive chuckle. They still had no idea of his ace up his sleeve, the re
