Twisted

Chapter 8: His Girl

Gally

The three of them stood watching the fire rage. The WICKED helicopters and Berg left a while ago. Zayn was frowning, his arms folded, his eyebrows pulled together. 

"What cha thinking Zee?" Sophie asked. 

"Something is off. I don't know what, but it feels like the game just changed." He said quietly, "Come on, lets go talk to Sarg." 

He spun away from the fire and walked swiftly to the door and down the stairs. Gally glanced at Sophie, unsure what to do. She shrugged and indicated with her head to follow. Gally didn't know what else to do so he followed. They went back down the stares and down a few halls, and came to a closed door. Zayn knocked on the door, immediately there was a gruff "Come in"

Zayn opened the door and the three stepping into a small office room. There were maps of the surrounding areas,  more maps with red circles and places crossed out. There were a few pictures of different WICKED employees posted on the walls. 

Gally's attention was pulled away when the guy behind the desk slammed his hands down. 

"Dammit." he cried. 

"Sarg let me take a few to go poke around. This new kid here, he might be able to help." Zayn pointed to Gally. 

Gally raised his eyebrows, his arms folded tight across his chest. The middle aged man raised his own eyebrows and looked at Gally with skepticism.  

"How would the Munni kid help?" 

"I have a name first off." Gally said, narrowing his eyes at the guy. 

He chuckled, and leaned back in his desk chair. 

"Munnie, you spending too much time with Sophie." 

"Oh I won't take credit, he was always like this." Sophie said, throwing her hands up in defense.

"Fine. But still doesn't explain HOW this kid can help." he looked back at Zayn. 

"He was part of the Maze Trials." Zayn stated. 

Sarg's head snapped back to Gally, his eyes going wide. 

"No shit." A small grin spread on his face, he folded his hands behind his head. 

Gally didn't say anything, just stood still, his eyes narrowed, jaw clamped.  He wasn't sure he liked how this conversation was going. He liked Zayn, he trusted him, but why would he use him? 

"Let me bring him along." Zayn broke the tension. 

The man's eyes flicked back to Zayn. And gave him a nod. Then brought his eyes back to Gally. He was looking him up and down, like he was sizing him up. He finally leaned forwards, placing his elbows on the desk. 

"All right kid, my names Sargent Wildler, most call Sarg. I'm second in command of The Resistance. Laurence is the leader. If you really were part of the Maze Trials-"

"IF? IF I was part? You calling me a lier?" Gally hissed, his anger flashed, and he took a step forwards. 

Zayn held out an arm, his hand on Gally's chest, holding him in place, he gave him a sharp look and then gave the Sargent another look.

"You'd be a huge asset to this resistance. You don't have any of your past memories?" He continued like he wasn't interrupted. 

Gally didn't say anything, keeping his jaw clamped and his eyes narrowed. 

"Hmm, I thought so. I've heard rumors of them erasing memories, even Hans mentioned it. Unfortunately we don't a way right now to restore those memories...but now with someone who was directly involved...we might work harder to get our hands on the machine that would restore them!"