'Instinct is something which transcends knowledge. We have, undoubtedly, certain finer fibers that enable us to perceive truths when logical deduction, or any other willful effort of the brain, is futile.'
{Nikola Tesla}
Nicole is known as the brain...
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You ever just wanna go home, but no where feels like home anymore
——————————————————— Third Persons POV:
"Pack this one up!" That was heard along with other yells as Newt passed by. The dirty blonde navigated his way through people who were running around and shoving into each other. Newt walked along them with his hands in his pockets, his eyes squinted from the blaring sun.
About a month had passed since WCKDs attack, the refugees had moved camps quickly and now they were again. Vince said their end goal is the coast line, but Newt had no idea how long it would take to reach that.
They were still stuck in the mountain region. Sand and rocks covering everywhere the eye could see. The dusty color of the terrain seemed to shin in the hot beams of the sun.
Newt watched two men load up a large truck as he passed by. The men moving a large crate marked 'Rations' on it. After that box, they loaded up another one that had 'Weapons' written across it in red. This process was going on everywhere in camp. People packing, loading up trucks.
They were all going to be on the road again by sun down, so Newt wanted to make sure they didn't leave the most important thing behind.
Newt ducked under a flap to a makeshift building. It was created with tarps and wooden beams tied in place. The odor of melting metal filled the air. It was the same as the usual metallic smell, only denser from the heat.
The melting metal came from the center of the tent. A mechanic worked there, their face being hidden by a large wielding mask. Their arms were not hidden like their face. They had toned, muscular arms that were covered with sweat and grime from long hours of work.
Sparks flew up around the mechanic as they wielded together scraps of metal, not looking up from their work as Newt came over to them.
"Looks beautiful." Newt complimented as he reached the mechanic and their project.
"Thanks." The mechanic heaved out as she took off her helmet.
Brown locks fell down, bobbing side to side since it was held up in a messy ponytail. The mechanics brown eyes looked up to Newts, nearly identical to his. Like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together.
"I've been working on this for three weeks." Nicole huffed as she set her tools down. "It should be completed in another two weeks." The brunette placed her gloves down on a table as Newt smiled.
"Who said I was talking about the car?"
Nicole's cheeks flushed to a scarlet red. The brunette lowered her head to try to hide it and her smile.
"But she is going to be beautiful when she's done." Nicole said softly, lightly grazing her hand against the car.
"How do you know it's a she?" Newt chuckled as he leaned against the car across from her.
