Rogan and Justin's Plan
"You don’t have to tell me twice, J."
Rogan ran his hand through his hair while he gazed into the mirror of the men's bathroom. Justin zipped up his pants and flushed the urinal against the wall.
Wandering over to the sinks, he turned one on, pumping some soap into his hand. "I don’t think he's going to listen to his orders."
"What do you mean?" Rogan glanced at Justin with a raised brow.
"I mean that he's going to kill Noah."
"What makes you think that?"
Justin sighed loudly as he ripped two paper towels out of the dispenser. "Haven't you seen him ranting around the compound? It's almost as if he were ready to shift and kill us all."
Rogan chuckled. "Isn’t he always that way?"
"Well . . . yeah . . . but this time, it's worse!" Justin turned away to toss his trash in the bin.
"He’s just pissed that Noah got the better of him, that's all."
"You mean WE got the better of him, Wolfe. We were the ones who helped Noah escape! What's Tam going to do when he finds out?"
"He won't find out. Not if we don't tell him. So keep your yap shut, kid."
At that moment, Rogan's cell phone rang, echoing throughout the bathroom. Flipping it open, he answered. "Rogan here . . . . Oh? Where? Uh huh . . . Are you sure? Okay. We'll be there."
"Who was that?" Justin wanted to know.
"That was Tam. The local police have found Noah. He wants us to get our asses on the road and meet him somewhere on the highway."
"Christ, Rogan, we can't let Tam catch him!"
"No shit," Rogan said with an irritated sigh. "You're good with computers, right?"
"I like to think so."
"Can you make it look like vehicle 37 is still in the bay?"
"Does a bear shit in the woods?" Justin said with a chuckle. "What are you planning, Wolfe?"
"We're gonna give our friend the help he needs to get away from that bastard. You with me?"
Justin looked giddy. "Hell yeah!"
"Good. Let’s go stick it to the man."