The right arm and cure(Newt x reader)

2.

~~~Y/N's POV~~~

"Enjoying the view" Jorge said as we walk into the room were the group is hanging.

"The hell do you want" One of them asked.

"That is the question" I said walking over to the lever that held there ropes and leaned on the wall by it.

"My men want to sell you back to WCKED" Jorge said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Life isn't worth something so small. I'm not like that. Something tells me your not either" He finished looking at Thomas.

"Is the blood rushing to my head or is this shank not making any sense" the Asian boy asked, as I furrowed my eye brows together 'Shank?'. Such weird people.

"Tell me what you know about the right arm" Jorge said, pointing his walking stick at one of them, as I put my hand on the lever.

"I thought you said they were ghosts" The blonde boy asked, as he looked over to jorge.

"I happen to believe in ghosts, especially when I hear them talking in the airwaves" Jorge said putting his walking stick on Thomas's chest.

"You tell me what you know and maybe we can make a deal" He finished 

"We don't know much" Thomas said, wrong answer I think to myself before pulling the lever down.

"Okay! okay!" Thomas yells, as they go down and stop

"There hiding in the mountains, The-they attacked WCKED. They got a bunch of kids! that's it that's all we know" he shouted, dropping his hands.

Jorge looked around looking like he was going to say something before Barkley came in.

"Jorge, what's happening?" He asks

"Me and my new friends were just getting to know each other better. Were done now" Jorge says looking at Thomas.

"Woah, Hey! wait!! your not going to help us" One of them asks, Barkley looks at Jorge in suspicion.

"Don't worry Hermano, well get you back were you belong" Jorge says as we head for the door.

"Hang tight" He shouts at them before we exit.

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As me and Brenda enter into Jorges office we see him shuffling around with a bag in hand, shoving stuff in it.

"Going somewhere?" She asks, furrowing her eyebrows as he walks past us to his desk.

"We all are, pack your things. But do it quietly" He says.

"Where exactly are we going?" I ask, as he puts walkie talkies in his bag.

"These kids are the tickets to the right arm. I'm not passing an opportunity down like that" He says walking away.

"So what your just going to give up?" Brenda asks

"Everything you've built here?" I add, looking at him in disbelief.

"There's no future here. What happens when another gang finds this place? And I lose control. And I can't protect the both of you" He says walking around with his satchel.

"We don't need you to protect us" Brenda buts in as we both follow him.

"What happens if one of you get the flair? What am I supposed to do then? Chain you up? Watch you turn? Put a bullet in your head? Is that what you expect from me" He says frustratedly.