Doctor looks over at Greg, shocked for a moment, then his eyes darken again. "It's fear. I don't think it matters which label we ended up under. Both of them intend to control us through fear to do... Whatever it is they ultimately want." Now that he thinks about it they still didn't know what their CEOs wanted most. Was this like the tango of rival gangs or was there more to it? "If only we knew what they want."

"I have trouble imagining you as a spy," Doctor tries to relieve some tension with a small laugh. "You're a good fellow."