Alpha

Stan headed to his little blue sedan. Taiga was waiting by the side of the car and he hopped in without pause. Stan rubbed the dog’s ears and climbed into the front seat. He had a smile on his face as he started the engine and drove off. Traffic was light so he made it to Allan’s house in a very short time. He got out of the car and headed slowly up the steps and knocked on the door. The door clicked slowly open and there stood Allan with his duffel bag in hand and Mutt standing beside him. He smiled at the man. “Good morning!” said the young man. “Same to you mi amigo. You look happy. I take it Violet was not too upset?” “A little, but we talked it out and she understands our plan.” “Are you all alone?” “Yes, Mom took the kids to school. We said our goodbyes before she left. She is not really happy about this but she said it is up to me.” “Shall we go, then?” “Ready as we'll ever be, let’s hit the road!” It was a short ride to the airport where the now familiar, gray, corporate jet waited, then they walked on board with the canine companions and buckled up. The moment the door was closed the engines slowly started with the squeal of the turbines. Minutes later they were airborne and headed west to another adventure. Allan was quiet for the first twenty minutes of the flight. “Is something wrong?” asked Stan. “I am worried about the boys. I sure hope they keep things under control at school and stuff. They could seriously hurt someone.” “We have done all that we can to teach them to control themselves. We have to trust that they will do what is right or we will all be lost. We need to focus on what is ahead of us. All we can do is pray that they do the same.” “I know, but I remember how hard it was to stay calm when I was little…” The jet sliced through the clouds and they were soon lost in their thoughts. Stan suddenly had an idea. He recalled how Alpha had communicated with him so he tried to reach out to Yoaan and Diego with his mind. Meanwhile….