By the time the four of them made it to where they thought the stronghold should be, Dron's head was spinning with pain.
No one tried to talk to him.
If there was an obstacle, they all moved as quickly as they could to get rid of it.
He was exhausted, but Dron knew he had to keep going.
"This is where the stronghold is supposed to be, but I don't see it." Verux looked around.
Dron could feel the anger building up inside of him again. The alpha suppression tonic already starting to make its way out of his body.
"Kraznek!" Dron snarled the man's name.
The alpha hobbled as best he could in Dron's direction. He had started to heal but he was far away from in his tip top performance.
"Find the entrance."
"What do I look like? I can't look through rocks. All I see is the damn mountains here." Kraznek snapped back.
Dron glared at the man. This wasn't the time for him to test Dron's resolve. He was barely hanging on.
