"Yep. Perfect. More of you guys taking the credit, while I get shot and have to patch you assholes up." Alpha said, taking a swig of her drink, not having touched her food. While Sawyer might've been happy, and Drake was happy just to have a crew, Alpha was pissed. [i]Calm down[/i] She told herself [u]Why? He sold you to the devil for your own good.[/u] Alpha gripped her drink tighter, eventually crushing the glass, sending splinters through her hand. [i]Just try it. The moment anything goes south, leave[/i] "But fine. I'm gonna get shot regardless for your shit. Might as well be part of it."