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Whirling and chopping sounds from the helicopter hovering above, echo through the air as Janson lets out an annoyed sigh.

"They got 40, maybe 50 kids."

Another sigh leaves the man's lips as he continues walking along side the guard. "We're still compiling an official count. But the pilot got a good look." The guard pauses. "He thinks it was them."

"Of course it was them." Janson said, rolling his eyes at the boy who always ruined his plans. "What about the Berg?"

Sighing, the guard shakes his head, "We tracked it a few miles, but someone must have known about the locator. They're totally off the grid."

Both men come to a stop as other guards usher the teenagers out of the shipping container—all sporting disappointed expressions plastered over their faces as they're once again forced onto their knees.

"C22" The guards call out as the pile the kids off. "B9"

Janson shifts his focus to the teenagers kneeling on the ground, smiling to himself when a familiar face appears within the sea of teenagers.

"We're searching the area, but they're probably long gone by now."

"Oh, no. They're not going anywhere." Janson pauses before walking up to the exhausted boy. Smirking down at the pair of angry dark brown orbs glaring back at him. "He didn't get everything he really wanted."

The boy's thick brows furrow at the older man standing above him. Craning his neck and letting his dark orbs scan the crowd, Minho's heart races as he looks for his best friend.

"Where is she?" Minho snapped his eyes back to Janson, whose face fell a tad.

"Gone. Your little buddy, Thomas got her." Janson grumbled, still annoyed at the fact that they lost half of the kids. Ava is going to be livid.

A sigh of relief left Minho's cracked lips— knowing Blake had gotten out. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘑𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘸.