asa was a fighter, the type of person who would do anything for the people she loved. and she did just that. she'd managed to get herself into the glade, all for her brother.
then she met gally, the boy who fought more than he could ever love.
and...
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Asa watched as Gally sat her in the chair, the bag still covering her head and the room quiet. Watching her squirm, try and break free, Asa nearly laughed. Teresa deserved this, whatever cruel thing Gally had planned, she would gladly watch.
The bag was removed and Asa's blood boiled. Traitor. She got Minho taken and Mary killed, she screwed them of their safe haven.
Gally walked back towards the table, resting his hand on Asa's shoulder, easing her frustrations. As he sat, Teresa was finally able to see his face.
"Gally?"
He took his hand from Asa's shoulder, arms locking over his chest as he stared at Teresa with little emotion.
"Here's how this is gonna go." He cut straight to it, "we're gonna ask you some questions and you're gonna tell us exactly what we need to know." Gally stated, watching as Teresa's eyes went over the room, stopping at Thomas each time. She barely looked at Asa, knowing the girl wanted nothing to do with her.
"We're gonna start off simple." Gally pulled out a chair, dragging it towards her. "Where's Minho?"
"You guys don't seriously think that—" he slammed the chair down backwards, sitting directly in her line of sight.
"Don't look at him." Gally shook his head, "why you looking at him? Look at me." He demanded, Asa couldn't help but to smile at that.
"He's not gonna help you." Gally stated and Teresa's head dropped, "now we know you have Minho in the building. Where?"
"He's with the others in holding. Sub level three."
"How many others?"
"Twenty-eight."
"I can make that work." Brenda said, as Gally looked to her.
"No, you guys don't understand. The whole level's restricted. You can't get in without a thumbprint ID." Teresa argued, and Asa shrugged, taking a knife that Gally left laying on the table.
"That's why you're gonna come with us." Thomas spoke up, but Asa disagreed.
"I can sever a thumb." Asa stated, earning a pleased look from Gally and a terrified one from Teresa.
"You're not cutting off her thumb." Thomas said, earning an eyeroll from Gally.
"I think it's a good idea."
"See, now, it's quite easy actually.." Asa walked over to Teresa, the other girl squirming as she saw the knife. "You torture me for months, and I get the pleasure of removing this-" she grabbed Teresa's hand, "to save my brother. Sounds like a win to me." She dropped Teresa's hand, letting it hit the arm of the wooden chair.
"Asa, back off." Thomas muttered, and Gally stood up.
"Are you squeamish?" Gally questioned, and Asa backed away letting Thomas take the knife.
