Aurora knew she recognised the Glade, and she was fucking determined to find out why.
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"He isn't here." Thomas said, looking around the train compartment for Minho. It felt like he was going to sick, they had failed in their mission.
Thomas had failed her.
After learning about his sister Aurora and her relationship with Minho, it made him even more determined to get him back. It felt like a promise he had to keep — a promise of being a good brother.
But that determination was being tested, flickering like a candle in the wind. Six months they had planned... six months all for nothing.
Yes they might have found Sonya and Aris and a bunch of other immunes, but they didn't find Minho — ruining the entire point of the plan. Everyone else was just a bonus.
It felt like a big stab to the gut later when they found out that Minho was in fact on the train, they just failed in finding the right compartment.
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"I'll grab a shot gun." Newt muttered, walking around to the back of the van that they had stolen from Vince.
The tunnel which Thomas wanted them to travel through looked completely dark, which seemed to be the ideal hiding place for Cranks.
A few minutes later, Alex, Lysander, Newt, Frypan and Thomas were driving through the tunnel much to Alex's displeasure ("It's like Crank central in there! Are you shucking insane Thomas? Do you want to die?)
Frypan was at the wheel slowly driving. The Gladers were sat in silence as the van creaked with each movement.
"Woah, woah, woah, woah." Thomas said as Frypan came to a halt, the van slowing and stopping. Alex craned his neck around Newt's seat and saw a Crank stood in the the middle of the road.
"It's okay, just drive slowly around it." Alex said calmly, although his voice was the exact opposite of how he felt.
"What's it doing?" Lysander asked, looking directly through the window at the front of the van.
"No idea." Alex replied faintly.
But just as Frypan was about to restart the engine and drive forward, two Cranks banged their fists angrily on the window by Alex, Lysander and Thomas in the back of the van.
"Fuck!" Alex muttered under his breath, Thomas looked at him with wide eyes and Lysander screamed. But before Newt could turn around and scold Alex for his language, more Cranks began to surround the van.
