ESCAPE FROM AREA 51

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Carter sat in the corner of his padded cell silently, head bowed down. For being overly cooperative, he was allowed an old walkman to play a small cassette of Phil Collins songs. He lifted his head a little when he heard Dev initiate another break-out attempt, but merely shook it and bowed again, occasionally bobbing his head to the beat. He wasn't like everyone else, he had given up on escaping. It was illogical to keep attempting, and he would not try to escape. Instead, he would help others escape if they needed to. In the mean time, he got up and stretched his limbs. His body was lithe and agile in build, he wasn't much of a fighter, or so he seemed.