The group of seven are on the run again. Except this time it's not in the maze. The scorch trials begin. Malia and her friends escape from the place they were brought to after finding out information they weren't supposed to know.
(Book 2 out of 3)...
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We followed the small girl throughout the building. She opened a door, leading to another passage, full of men who mostly all looked older than us. As we walked past them their heads turned towards us, eyeing us. Minho's grip on my hand tightened as he watched the creepy old men who were eyeing me up and down.
"Come on, hurry up. Jorge wants to meet you." The girl speaks up. "Who's Jorge?" Thomas questions as he walks beside her.
The girl turned her head slightly to look at Thomas before answering. "You'll see." She answered. "No one's come out of the scorch in a long time. You've got him curious, and me too." She looked at Thomas again before turning away. I glanced over to Theresa, who almost looked jealous, she caught my eyes and realised that she had been caught. I giggled at her while wiggling my eyebrows only for her to roll her eyes while laughing.
"I'm starting to get a bad feeling about this place." Newt spoke up from behind me. Thomas turned to look at Newt before replying. "Let's just see what he has to say."
We walked up some stairs before entering a room, I saw a man who had his back faced to us, he was listening to the radio, talking to himself. "Jorge, they're here." He turned around to look at us while the girl sat down on the sofa. I would say he looked to be in his mid 40s, tall, dark skin, grey hair.
"You ever get the feeling the whole world's against you?" He questioned. I pulled a confused expression as I glanced to rest of the group to see if they understood, but nope their faces just looked as confused as mine. "Three questions. Where did you come from? Where are you going? How can I profit?"
We all went silent. "Don't all answer at once." Jorge said sarcastically. We all turned to Thomas, expecting him to answer.
"We're going to the mountains." Thomas spoke up. "Looking for the right arm." The whole room erupted in to laughter. What was so funny?
"Looking for ghosts, you mean?" Jorge answered, taking a sip from his glass. "Question number two, where did you come from?" He asked while walking closer to us, we started walking backwards until we bumped into some men that were standing behind us.
"That's our business." Minho answered, glancing at Thomas. Jorge gave a silent nod, which must of been some sort of signal as the men grabbed each one of my friends, including me.
Everyone struggled against the men, Minho was yelling at them to let me go, and to not hurt me. The girl who was currently on the couch jumped up and grabbed some sort of device and scanned the back of Thomas's neck. "Stay still you big baby." She said as Thomas tried to loosen his grip out of the men's hold. "You were right." She then said as she looked at the device before handing it over to Jorge.
"Right about what? What is she talking about?" Thomas questioned while shoving the men, making them loosen their grip on him.
"I'm sorry, hermano. Looks like your tagged. You came from WCKED. Which means you're very valuable." Jorge answered him with a very serious expression on his face.
