Gally's Little Sister

Chapter eighteen

Scarlett's POV:
Here I was, laying under a tarp, disguised as sand. Six months of planning, led up to this moment.
We were saving Minho.
I vaguely heard the noise of a truck. I knew Brenda and Jorge would be here any minute. I readied my gun and waited.
I then heard the truck screech to a halt. Then I heard the berg land, and guards flood out from it. Perfect, they were in position. They were yelling at Brenda and Jorge. They both stepped back, and that was our queue. The explosives popped up from the ground, just as me and Frypan jumped from our hiding spots. We aimed our guns at them, but the explosion had already got them. It sent the guards flying back. I looked up and saw Harriet with her gun to the pilot's head. I smiled and nodded at her, and headed for the berg.

We were yelling at Newt and Thomas to hurry. Thomas had quickly attached the cinch to the train car we were on. Once Newt and Vince were on, Jorge started taking off. We watched the W.I.C.K.E.D guards pointless attempts to stop us, but we were gone. We cheered knowing we got Minho back, and saved plenty of other kids.

We landed in the temporary hideout we were stationed in. I quickly hopped out of the berg and joined Newt and Thomas in the train car. I saw Aris and Sonya sitting there safe. But Thomas looked solemn. I craned my neck to see behind him. Minho wasn't there. All that work for nothing.
"Dammit!" Newt muttered.
"He must have been in another train car," Thomas sighed, frustrated, as he ran his hands through his hair.
I stepped out of the train car, to watch Vince talk to the other kids that arrived. Explained about our mission to the Safe Haven, in two days. We knew we couldn't stay here. But we couldn't necessarily leave Minho behind.

And that's was exactly what they were arguing about. Thomas and Vince had been at it for ten minutes. Back and forth, Thomas arguing they should go get Minho, Vince saying they had to leave.
"We get in and out. We could be back in a week!"
"We don't have a week! We aren't safe here!"
As if on queue, there was a whirring outside. A W.I.C.K.E.D berg.
"Shit, hit the lights," Thomas whispered urgently. Newt shut off all the power to the camp, and we sat there waiting. Vince and Thomas ran out to see where they were. I watched him grip Thomas's shoulder, through the window. Thomas said something that I couldn't hear, but I knew he understood they had to leave Minho.

I layed in my hammock that night, pretending to be asleep. I heard Thomas creep out of his hammock and grab a bag. I knew where he was going. He was stubborn and didn't take no for an answer, so he was going to save Minho alone. I crept out of my hammock and grabbed the bag I had pre-packed. He certainly wasn't going alone.
I quietly followed Thomas, but kept my distance. I was about to turn the corner, when I saw a light turn on. Then Newt spoke. Guess he had the same idea. He said something about how we had to finnish it together, so I thought that'd be a good to time to reveal myself.
"Which is why I'm also going."
"No," Newt and Thomas said at the same time, as their heads whipped towards me.
"You said it yourself Newt, we finnish this together. Ten of us escaped the maze, and four of us are standing here right now. We go save the fifth survivor together, or not at all. So I am going with you."
They looked at eachother hesitantly, but nodded. I climbed in the back of the truck and we went off into the night.

"You sure we have to go through there?" Newt asked, staring at the, probably crank infested tunnel ahead.
"Looks like it's the only way," Thomas replied looking at the map.
"Okay but just nice and easy."
We hopped back in the truck and drove into the cave. It didn't seem so bad. We had lights aimed ahead to see. Then there it was.
"It's only one crank. Just nice and easy Frypan. We can just go around it," Newt said, rolling up his window.
Frypan started going at a steady pace towards the crank, but came to a halt, when one showed up next to us. It banged on the window, and we all jumped back. The another came to the other side. Then another. All of a sudden on jumped on the hood of the car, and started punching the windshield.
"Okay, go fast now Fry!" Newt yelled.
Frypan didn't hesitate stepping on the gas. The cranks went flying. I looked back and saw them chasing the truck. More and more seemed to be appearing from thin air. I turned around jut in time to see us swerve. Then it seemed to go all in slow motion. I was being thrown as the car flipped. I hit a roof with a thud, once we were upside down. Things seemed a little hazy, but I was snapped back to reality, when Thomas pulled me out. We stood there composing ourselves, when we heard the growling. I looked over and saw the first crank. I remembered the rifle I had grabbed before we left. I dove back into the truck, looking for it. The boys were yelling my name, as the crank neared, but ignored them, still looking. Then I  found it! In one fluid motion, I  pulled myself out of the car, and fired the rifle twice hitting the crank both times. It dropped, and then it was silent again. Until a few more stated heading towards us. Newt helped me in taking them down, but eventually I was out of ammo, and they started to come from every direction. Until I heard, yelling?
I saw headlights emerge from the crowd of cranks.
"Hop in!" Brenda yelled.
We all scrambled in, and Jorge rammed through the group of cranks, and we made it out of the tunnel. It took me moment to realize Shay was there also.
"Thought I'd come along," he smirked.
We drove along the road until we saw it. The Last City. It was surrounded by a large wall.
"That seems to be their solution to everything," Jorge said.
"So what's the plan now?" Newt asked Thomas.
"We break in."