𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈

Chapter 1: Rescue

~Y/n P.O.V.~

I sat in a truck Brenda and Jorge. Jorge drove, Brenda sat in the passenger seat, while I sat in the back, right in the middle. We were speeding down a dirt road, making our way to the destination. See... right now...

We were on our way to save Minho.

It's been a couple months since Wicked took Minho. At least, six months. I've missed him like crazy. I can't wait until he's in my arms again. I couldn't imagine what Wicked had done to him after all these months of being away.

After a couple minutes of driving, we came to on a hill. I was leaning against their seat, a pair of binoculars in my hands. In the corner of my eye, I saw Jorge bring out his pocket watch, checking the time.

"They're late." His deep voice said.

Brenda and I glanced at him. I looked out the window with the binoculars, seeing if I can see any sign of it yet. Just then, a train horn was heard in the distance. We all looked in the distance of the sound, before Brenda and I shared a knowing glance.

Jorge started up the vehicle, while Brenda and I grabbed our guns, cocking them. Jorge put the metal scraps on the windows, keeping himself safe, I did the same to the back window, at least the one that I know would get shot at.

We all glanced at each other before looking forwards again, and then we were off. We drove down the hill, seeing the train right in front of us. Jorge made a quick swerve, making us drive right beside the train, keeping up with it.

Jorge was quick to get to the front of the train, where the conductors were. We were now, right beside the conductor part of the train.

"Y/n, we're coming up behind! Keep 'em busy!" I heard Thomas say over the radio that was beside me.

Brenda got up from her seat, aiming her gun right at the window of the conductor section. Finally she shot before jumping back down in her seat. Jorge let out a laugh while he continued driving, making me chuckle a little.

Suddenly, I saw Wicked guards coming out of the train, and started shooting at us. We all ducked a little, and Jorge moved the jeep away from the train a little. I saw that Jorge had grabbed his gun, and started shooting through the scrap metal. I followed his lead and did the same in the back. I managed to knock down some.

"Hey, Y/n. You got company!" Thomas said over the radio.

I looked behind me, seeing a berg making it's way towards us, ready to shoot. I looked back at Brenda, seeing her already looking at me. Her eyes were wide.

"Go! Go! Go!" Brenda and I exclaimed to Jorge.

All of a sudden, they started shooting at us. Luckily, Jorge was able to dodge all of them. Once we were out of that line of fire, Jorge started driving away from the train, the berg following us.

Good.

I grabbed the radio, talking into it, "Thomas, you're on your own! Don't die! And make sure Minho's safe."

"I will. I promise. Good luck!" He said on the other side.

We continued driving away from the train, the berg still following close behind. Pretty soon, we somewhat leaped over a small hill. Jorge let out a somewhat happy cry? Brenda and I glanced at each other, smiling before doing the same.

"We got 'em! We got 'em!" Jorge exclaimed.

We did many turns, avoiding any shots that would come our way. Finally, we made it to the spot. A dead end. Jorge swerved the truck around, making us face the berg. The berg slowly made it's way to the ground. And then a voice spoke out from it.

"Step out of the vehicle with your hands up."

Us three glanced at each other before getting out of the truck, putting our hands up, while walking forwards, the guards jogging towards us, their guns aimed at us. I walked in-between Brenda and Jorge. Once we made it a good distance between us and the guards, a guard spoke up.

"Stop right there. Don't move."

We ignored him, and took one step backwards in unison.

"I said freeze, asshole!" The guard exclaimed.

Jorge shrugged, "Whatever you say, hermano."

Me and Brenda glanced at each other, smirking before turning back to the guards. Simultaneously, we waved our fingers a little, smirking at them. All of a sudden, the trap went off, the ground that they were standing on disappeared, making at least three guards fall through.

We were quick, and grabbed our guns aimed at the guards. I looked over my shoulder, seeing Frypan and a couple others coming out of hiding, shotguns in their hands, aiming at the guards.

"Y'all don't wanna do that now." Frypan said calmly.

"Hey, Fry." Brenda and I greeted the boy.

"Good to see you guys. Go on, back up." Fry greeted before motioning to the guard.

Once we got ahold of all the guards, we took the berg, making our way back to the train. After a couple minutes, we finally made it their, seeing Thomas and Newt on the train, and I'm pretty sure Vince was at the bottom.

"Alright, boys, we're here!" Jorge shouted in happiness.

I ran away from his side, and ran towards the button. I pressed it, making the berg open, and an anchor was lowering it's way down towards Thomas, Newt, and Vince. Frypan and I looked down, seeing Thomas had finally hooked the anchor up to the cargo part of the train.

"Go, go!" I heard Thomas shout, as him and Newt looked up at us.

"Alright, we're clear!" Fry shouted to Jorge, before me and him ran to him and Brenda.

"Okay, we're going up." Jorge said.

Finally, we were up in the air, away from the Wicked guards that were shooting at us. Brenda, Fry, and I looked down at Thomas, Vince, and Newt, seeing them with big smiles on their faces, cheering.

Thomas looked up at us, letting out a cheer. We laughed, big smiles laying on our faces. Brenda and I hugged each other, then I hugged Frypan.

"Whoo!"

"We're going home, baby!"

We did it.

We got Minho back.

And I couldn't wait to see him again.