Wicked soldier ☆Minho☆ II

CH.06

The back doors of the van swung open, and a man in a mask flew out onto his back, with Jorge pouncing on him, throwing punches. "Where is she?" he demanded.

All their eyes widened. "Oh shit," Thomas muttered as he and Brenda ran toward him. "Hey! Hey! Hey!"

Immediately, the other soldiers advanced, guns raised. The man who had fought Thea signaled for them to stand down. Thea, however, sat with her legs dangling off the edge, smiling at the chaos in front of her. The man hit her on the back of the head, and she grumbled, rubbing the spot.

Brenda and Thomas rushed toward Jorge, trying to stop him. "I'm right here! I'm right here!" The shout made Jorge pause, looking up at her. He stood up quickly. "Why didn’t you stop him?!" she asked Thea, who was still grinning at the beaten man.

Thea shrugged. "It was fun to watch." The man hit her on the back of the head again. "What the hell?" she exclaimed.

"Everybody, relax. We’re all on the same side here," the man said, stepping in front of them as another man pulled Thea out of the van.

Thomas stepped forward. "What do you mean, same side? Who the hell are you?"

The man stared at Thomas for a moment, his eyes flicking to Thea before his free hand reached up to lift his mask and toss it aside. He met Thomas’s gaze first, then looked at Thea. "Hey, greenie. Thea, nice to see you."

Thea’s eyes widened. "Gally," she muttered softly.

"Gally," Thomas repeated, his nostrils flaring.

There was a brief silence before Thomas launched himself at Gally, slamming his fist into his jaw. Gally fell to the ground. Guns were raised, but Newt quickly ran forward. "Stop! Stop!" He grabbed Thomas’s fists in mid-air and dropped down to his knees beside Gally.

Thomas didn’t meet his gaze, but Newt noticed his other hand gripping the collar of Gally’s shirt. "Stop."

Thomas’s breath came in quick gasps, his chest heaving as the veins in his neck and forehead bulged. He struggled but didn’t pull away from Newt’s hold. "He killed Chuck."

"Yeah, I know. I remember. I was there too, alright? But I also remember he was stung, half out of his mind." Newt glanced around at the guards surrounding them. "Just calm down, alright?"

Thomas stared at Gally for a long moment before roughly shoving Gally’s shirt down and breaking free from Newt’s grip. He stood, jaw clenched in anger.

Gally got up, rubbing his jaw. "Kind of had that coming." He ran his tongue over his bottom lip. "Anybody else? Fry? Newt? Thea, for earlier?"

Thea just stared at him, processing how much he had changed. "Do you know this guy?" Jorge asked, nodding toward Gally.

"He was an old friend," Fry replied, still watching him warily.

"How? How is this possible? We watched you die," Newt said from the side.

"No, you left me to die," Gally clenched his jaw. "And if we hadn’t found you when we did, you’d be dead right now." There was a brief silence before he spoke again. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Minho," Newt replied. "WICKED had him here. We’re looking for a way in."

Gally’s gaze subconsciously flicked to Thea before he spoke. "I can help with that." He turned and started walking. "Follow me."

"I’m not going anywhere with you," Thomas snarled, glaring at him.

Gally halted and turned to face Thomas. "Suit yourself, but I can get you through those walls."

The group fell silent until Thea broke it. "Well, I don’t know about you all, but I’m going with him." She walked toward him, moving away from the van, but then she stopped, hissing in pain. She looked down at her wrist, where "WICKED" was engraved in silver.

One of the men noticed and grabbed her wrist forcefully. "She’s a WICKED soldier." As she tried to pull away, he threw her to the ground, and the men raised their guns at her.

"So it’s not just WICKED soldiers who love the ground," Thea groaned as she pushed herself up. She glared at the man who had shoved her. "Look, dickhead. I’m not with WICKED anymore, and I never really was. I was helping the Right Arm get the kids out."

The man looked to Gally and the others for confirmation. They all nodded quickly. "Alright, stand down," he ordered, and the men lowered their guns. The man crouched beside Thea. "You step one foot out of line or I think you’re a traitor, I will shoot you."

"Nice to meet you too, honey," she said, patting his chest with a smile. The man glared at her, standing up and muttering, "Disgusting WICKED soldier."

As Thea went to stand, another man walked by and kicked her in the stomach, making her groan and fall back to the floor. Jorge started to move toward her, but several men aimed their guns at him.

"That was for my wife." The man who kicked her said.

She gave him a thumbs-up. Then another man kicked her in the back, causing her to shut her eyes in pain. "And that was for my child," the second man said. 

Thea gritted her teeth and smiled through the pain. "Why don’t we all just beat up the former WICKED soldier, eh?” A few of the men stepped forward, but she quickly raised her hands, shaking them. "Whoa, whoa! Don’t take the joke seriously."

One man crouched down beside her, holding out his hand as if to help her up. But as she reached for it, he punched her in the jaw, making her spit out blood. "You done now?" Thea muttered through gritted teeth, not bothering to get up.

"Alright, that’s enough!" Gally shouted, walking over to help her up.

"Couldn’t have done that earlier?" Thea asked, using Gally’s hand to pull herself up. She winced in pain as she did so.

"We all know you can take a few hits." Gally motioned toward the bullet wound on her chest. "Plus, they needed someone to take their anger out on," he added, half as a question.

"Yeah, use Thea as a punching bag. So kind," she said, walking over to the others, who were checking on her. "I’m fine. Like he said, I can take a few hits."

"So..." Gally said, stepping in front of them again. "The rest of you coming?"