Solo ◇Thomas◇ II

~10~

Spencer and Newt stayed back with the others as Thomas and Gally went to get Teresa. Spencer didn't trust herself with going into the city again especially when it involved getting near Teresa and Newt chose to stay back to keep an eye on her and to wrap her hand up. 

“Stop pacing Spencer.” Newt spoke gently watching the girl walk backwards and forth for what felt like the millionth time. 

Spencer stopped pacing looking at Newt, “Sorry.” She took the seat next to him letting out a deep sigh. 

“Just stay calm and everything will be alright.” He whispered to her and she nodded. 

Jorge walked into the room getting everyone's attention, “They're here.”

The group watched as the two boys entered the room and shoved her down onto a wooden chair with a sack over her head. 

Gally ripped it off once Thomas had sat down on a chair in front of Fry. Gally leaned against the table next to Thomas as Teresa’s eyes widened, her hair a mess from the sack. 

Teresa looked around the room before her eyes landed on Gally, “Gally?” She glances at Thomas before her eyes land on Spencer, “Spencer?” 

Neither of them answered but just glared at her like all the others were doing.

Gally stalked towards Teresa causing her to look back to him, “Here’s how this is gonna go. We’re gonna ask you some questions and you're gonna tell us exactly what we need to know.” He moved a chair placing it in front of Teresa and sat backwards on it so the back of the chair is against his chest, his legs on either side and his arms resting on the top of the back of the chair. “We’ll start off simple. Where's Minho?” 

Teresa looked to Thomas, her eyes wide and it was almost like she was pleading for help. “You guys don't seriously think…” 

Gally cut her off, “Don't look at him.” He glares at her, his voice hard and rough. Teresa timidly glances at him. “Why are you looking at him?” She looked at Thomas again but quickly averted her eyes back to Gally as he raised his voice once more, “Look at me. He’s not gonna help you.” She exhaled sharply and looked down at her lap. “Now we know you have Minho in the building. Where?” 

Teresa was quiet for a second before looking up to Gally. “He’s with the others in holding. Sublevel three.” 

Spencer finally spoke up when no one else did, “How many others?” 

She looked down to her lap again then raised her eyes to meet Spencers. Her voice barely a whisper, “Twenty eight.” 

The group looked over to Brenda who was playing cards with Jorge. “I can make that work.” 

“No.” Teresa cut in, immediately making them all look at her. “No you guys don't understand. The whole levels are restricted. You can't get in without a thumbprint ID.” 

Thomas looks up from his lap where he had been playing with his hands. “That's why you're gonna come with us.” 

Gally shrugged pursing his lips as he tilted his head to the side. “Well I don't know. We don't necessarily need her. Right?” 

Spencer stood up smirking with her dagger in hand, “Not all of her. We just need her finger.” 

Before she could move closer to Teresa, Newt gently pulled her back by her arm so she was back in the chair. Thomas sent them a confused look but the two were too busy with their silent argument. 

“Gally, back off.” Thomas hissed. 

Gally clenched his jaw ignoring Thomas, “What, are you squeamish? I guarentee you she's done a lot worse to Minho.” 

Thomas stood from his seat so fast that the chair squeaked against the concrete. He grabbed onto Gally’s wrist the one holding the small knife he had picked up. “That's not the plan. Back off.” 

“It won't make a difference.” Thomas and Gally looked away from each other and to Teresa. “Do whatever you want to me. You still won't get through the front door. The sensors will pick you up the…”

Thomas cut her off, taking the knife from Gally. “We know. We’re tagged.” He moved towards her squatting down on the left side of her. “Property of Wicked.” Teresa watches him closely as he twirls the knife in his hands. “You're gonna help us with that too.”