41 - Look at me

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After Thomas had agreed to Gally's plan (which surprisingly worked), Teresa was now sitting in a room with you, a bag over her head.

Newt pulled the bag from her head, making her gasp in surprise. Newt and Thomas shared a glance before your boyfriend sat down next to you, putting his arm around your shoulders as you leaned against him.

"Gally?" She asked in surprise upon seeing the former builder. "Here's how this is gonna go. We're gonna ask you some questions, and you're gonna tell us exactly what we need to know. We'll start off simple. Where's Minho?" He spoke up before grabbing a chair.

Teresa looked at Thomas, shaking her head. "You guys don't seriously think-" he began before Gally interrupted her by sitting in a way she wouldn't be able to see Thomas.

"Don't look at him. Why are you looking at him? Look at me. He's not gonna help you. Now, we know you have Minho in the building. Where?"

"He's with the others in holding. Sublevel three." She explained reluctantly. "How many others?" You asked. It was the first thing you said to her after you'd shot her six months ago.

"Twenty-eight."

"I can make that work." Brenda nodded. "No. No, you guys don't unterstand. The whole level's restricted. You can't get in without a thumbprint ID."

"That's why you're gonna come with us." Thomas spoke up. Gally shrugged, looking at Teresa. "Well, I don't know. We don't necessarily need her. Right? Not all of her. We just need her finger." Gally said, standing up and grabbing a knife.

"Gally, back off." Thomas mumbled. "What, are you squeamish? I guarantee you she's done a lot worse to Minho." Gally commented, making Thomas stand up.

"That's not the plan. Back off." He said, grabbing the knife from Gally. "Thomas, sit your pale ass back on that chair. You weren't supposed to say anything in the first place. You talking when you're not supposed to isn't always gonna work like it did with Lawrence." You spoke up, making Thomas sit down in his previous chair.

"It won't make a difference. Do whatever you want to me. You still won't get through the front door. The sensors will pick you up the second you're-"

"We know. We're tagged. Property of WCKD. You're gonna help us with that, too." So, against her will, Teresa removed the chips from your necks.

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