The Defender - Chronicles of the runner

Deals with delinquents

A/N - In this I'm going to push back the time frame just a bit

I woke up and looked through my cracked and grimy window at the darkening sky,

Perfect

I knew this would be the best time to go out on my rounds, the shadows were better at masking my figure as I made my way around the streets. I could hide and camouflage when I needed to, only letting the people who I wanted to see me, see me. I changed from out of my casual clothes into my tactical gear. I went around my small room rummaging through my stuff to grab the things I would need, this wouldn't be a difficult task, I didn't own much that I didn't need. I picked up my rucksack that I had lazily thrown down to the ground earlier when I came back from the market and tipped its contents onto the ground. I started carefully placing in the things I would need for tonight: a large medical kit, small packets of food, water bottles and a small torch. I tucked my radio into my pocket and swung my bag over my shoulders. I headed for the door but paused to pick up my mask from its hook

I pushed my hair out of my face and pulled the gas mask down so it covered my face. My hand brushed my pocket to check my radio was still safely fastened there, then moved to get my keys from my pocket and unlock the door. I jammed the keys around for a second in the rusty old lock, making the door swing open, revealing the approaching darkness in the sky. I stepped out into the street and was welcomed with refreshing cool night air and turned to lock my door firmly behind me. The alley was empty when I crossed it but I still checked that nobody had seen me, you could never be too careful, most people were happy to accept my help, but there were a select few who were not too happy with my presence, mainly the WCKD spies that were here to try and get wind of any uprisings before they happened, but they only knew me with the mask on, it provided a disguise, a safety buffer that gave me some small peace of mind. I walked through the empty alley and onto the street, methodically making my way through the outskirts, seeking out those I knew would need help first.

GALLY'S POV

My jaw still ached from where Thomas punched me as I lead them to Lawrence, who could really blame him though, I killed Chuck, right in front of them all, you were stung, I had to remind myself every time I thought of it, it felt like that was the only thing not making me lose my mind from the guilt of killing the poor boy. It's in the past, now I have to look to now and the future. I hoped that Thomas managed to keep his mouth shut though and let me do the talking as I had told him, if not the chance Lawrence would help us would slim, dramatically, but knowing him, he would probably struggle with that. We approached the door I nodded to the two guards at the room, saying

"We need to speak with him"

They looked at each other and just nodded, opening up the door for us, as we walked through and down to ramp my eyes landed on the disfigured man, and I heard one of the people behind me inhale sharpely at the sight of him, don't really blame them, he's a sight but bloody powerful around here. He owns most of the outskirts, was really powerful before WCKD took over the city and built the walls, but now he was the most powerful man around and you could get most things from him with the right offer. We just had to hope he could get us inside and Minho out.

"What brings you here gally... and company, I assume there is something you require me for?"

"We need to get to into wckd"

Seriously, the one thing I told Thomas, he blatantly ignored, how hard is it to listen to basic instructions I thought to myself. Oh well just have to try and do damage control from here on out.

Lawrence only laughed before replying that it was impossible to get into WCKD, telling them how we knew the place inside and out and that there was no way in, well no way all of you could get in, there were too many guards, and too much surveillance, you would never make it.