Pepa sat on her couch biting her nails.  She knew a scheduled messenger should be showing up soon.  She has her letter written to Peter.  Usually, it contained her boring mundane life and information about how their parents were.  The letters where usually think and droned on.  Peter never seemed to complain, maybe he found the connection to the outside world comforting.   But this letter was different.  It was short but demanding. 

Peter,

I need your help.  I've given into the most suicidal request asked of me.  My mission is going to completely impossible.   I and anyone involved with this will most likely die.  But something inside of me is telling me that it's going to be worth it.

I have some Breeders in The Cube that want out.  I'm not sure why, but I guess that doesn't matter.  I want to help free them. Which means I won't be able to stay here.  I realize that I'm going to have to cut off all connections that I have here like you did, and I'm prepared to do that.  

But I need help, Peter, I don't know where to start.  I think I might have an idea of how to get them out of the building but before I try something stupid would you even be willing to help us.  I know this is a risk to you as much as it's a risk to me.

You've never tried to free Breeders before from any facility but aren't they just as worthy of freedom as the rest of us?  

Please don't be mad but I told one of them about you.  You should have seen the hope in her eyes.  I need to get three Breeders out of The Cube and myself.  I won't be able to stay once I help them out and I won't be able to go home either.  Not only will it be a crime against my work but I'll become a fugitive against the nation.

Please send word as soon as you can.  I need to know where to meet you once we are out and if you're even willing to help us.

Love,

Pepa

The blank white envelope stared up at her from her dark walnut coffee table.  Her nerves start to spread to her legs causing them to bounce up and down with excitement.  Her plan wasn't even started and she was a nervous wreck.  She wasn't sure if she could successfully pull it off.

The patterned rap on the door startled her back to reality and told her the messenger had arrived.

She hurried to the door and plastered on a large smile as she opened the door, "Greg thanks for stopping by."

The young man smiled back, "Hey Pepa."

As soon as he was in her apartment behind closed door the pleasantries ended.  Greg wasn't the man's name and the friend act was just a ploy so they wouldn't draw attention.  The messengers rotated out a couple of times a week so it didn't look like the same person visiting over and over but also not a new person at her door two times a week and then never seen from again.

"How's Peter?" she asked right away.  His safety and health were always at the forefront of her mind.  He was living like Robin Hood in the woods with his gang of merry men.  Constantly running from the government.  So many things could go wrong so quickly.

"He seemed fine," he told her, "Do you have the supplies he asked for in the last letter?"

She nodded and motioned for him to follow her through her small apartment to the back bedroom.  In her closet, she hid a large black backpack, that she had filled with several cans of food and medical supplies packed as tightly as she could.

The pack was heavy and hard for her to carry but for an MB, it might have as well been filled with feathers.  It was amazing that places like The Cube had the Breeders tricked into think that there wasn't a lot of differences between regular people and them.  It was the same lie that a circus tells an elephant.

In the circus the take baby elephants and tie a rope to one leg with a giant stake drilled into the ground.  No matter how hard that baby elephant pulls on that rope it isn't strong enough to pull free.  As it grows it gives up and eventually stops pulling.  That's why a grown elephant won't pull a small pathetic stake out of the ground because it's already convinced it's self that it can't.

When Breeders are young places like The Cube dominate their power through free and intimidation from day one.  The Breeders grow up believing they are nothing and have no power.  If they act out in any way it will lead to death.  That's why none of the Breeders have tried to run away.  Not really tried with the intent to actually escape.  All runaway attempts that were made were obvious.  When asked why they even tried they all gave the same answer with the same distant hopeless look in their eyes, "I just want it over."

Venus was the first Breeder Pepa ever saw that genuinely wanted out with a glimmer of hope in her eye.  It was that glimmer of hope that pushed Pepa over the edge.  It haunted her dreams every night. 

"I have a letter for Peter," Pepa informed the messenger as the walked out of the bedroom and back into the living room.  Pepa grabbed the white envelope from the table and handed it to the young man that towered over her, "It's really important and I need him to read it as soon as you get back."

"He always reads your letters," he assured her as he stuffed it into his back pocket.

"You need to get it to him as soon as you get back to camp and make sure he reads it right away," she urged.

It wasn't normal of Pepa to order the messengers, especially with such fervency.  He gave her a sceptical side glance before nodding, "I'll deliver it right away."

"Just tell him it's about freeing some MBs."

A/N: 

I debated whether or not I should publish this chapter since I just published one yesterday.  But since I made you wait so long for the last one this is a gift to you out of gratitude for sticking with this story.

Loves,

Reading_Mermaid08