Twisted

Chapter 33: Cranky Newt

We crowded around a table. We had maps of the city, and as best we could gather we had blue prints of the facility. We still had a few spies in the building, and what information we collected from the WICKED employees we managed to capture. So here we all stood, standing or sitting around the room, all willing to bust into the maximum security for a brother, a friend...or maybe these guys just wanted to take them down, and Minho wasn't their number one goal, but either way they were here.

Look, Lawrence and Sarg have been trying to find a way in for years." Zayn was saying.

He had his arms crossed, looking at the blueprint in front of him. His dark head tilted down. I noticed Brenda eyeing him up from the other side of the room. She caught my eye and I winked at her and she blushed, but flipped me off,

"Place is crawling with soldiers. They got surveillance everywhere. Scanners on floor..." Gally added.

He was leaning on the table, his hands flat, making his muscles in his arms pop. It was my turn to eye up my boy. I felt my stomach back flip as he pushed off the table straighten up and ran a hand through his long blond waves. He caught me watching and gave me a crooked grin.

"Sounds like a fortress." Frypan groaned.

"Yeah, I you said you had a way in." Thomas added.

"I might." Gally nodded, his face was hard as stone, his intense blue eyes drilling into Thomas.

"You might? What the hell do you mean "might"?" Thomas blanched, looking back and forth between Gally, and me. I knew he would be upset about this plan, but it was the only way.

"Yes, Tommy. He said we had a way in."

I pushed off the wall, and came over to the table, I threw down the file I was holding. Inside the file were all the pictures we had taken over the weeks. Pictures of Teresa working in the lab, walking down the hall with Ava Paige and Janson or a few other doctors. There was also only one picture, it was blurry and hard to see, but I'm positive it's Minho being held by two guards. Thomas sorted through the pictures, his face paling and his eyes widening. He looked up at us horrified. Newt came over to the table and glanced at the pictures. I could see anger twist his face. I felt the same way.

"We didn't say you were like it." I spat. Gally placed a hand on my back, and applied some pressure, even looking at these pictures were making my hands feel tingly and itchy.

"No." Thomas said flatly, out right refusing it, "There's be another way."

"Like what?" I asked.

"You've seen the building." Magnus growled from the back of the room, we had run the idea past him before throwing it onto the table for consideration. Considering Magnus was a WICKED guard and then captain, working directly under Janson, and planned one rescue mission. We all viewed him as the leader, even Sarg refereed to him and his ideas and opinions on a lot of things.

"She is our only way in." Gally stated, folding his arms again, he gave me an 'I told you so' look. And I sighed in frustration.

"You think she's really gonna help us?" Thomas asked, throwing his arms in the air, obviously he was frustrated.

"I don't plan on asking for her shucken permission, Thomas." Gally growled, slamming his hands on the table.

"Am I missing something here?" Brenda piped up. She was sitting at a smaller table with Sophie, both their feet propped up and crossed on the table, passing a bag of chips back and forth. All heads spun in her direction, "This is the same girl who betrayed us in The Right Arm Camp, correct? Same dick?"