John had never even been on the "It’s a Tiny Globe" ride at HappyFunLand, much less a real boat, before. He was getting seasick just looking at them from this distance.

"Looks clear," Jack pronounced, lowering his binoculars. "Let’s go." They stood up and started walking down the hill toward the big harbor.

The group - John, Monterey Jack, Scottish Mel, Wesley, Ike and Homer - had arrived at this perch overlooking Detroit’s harbor just a few minutes previously. After escaping the prison work group, the six of them hoofed it through a mile of forest before reaching a small dirt road where a couple of pick-up trucks awaited them.

Driven by two more of Wesley’s ex-soldiers, the trucks had dumped them off on the hill that overlooked both the private yacht club just below and the larger, commercial piers farther down the wharf.

Episode 1