The Scorch Trials - Newt

Seperated

Maeve:

Good evening. This is the World Catastrophe Killzone Department. We have your compound completely surrounded.

I rushed to my feet helping Thomas and Teresa pull the others to the ground as Janson's voice boomed around us.

You find yourselves through no fault of your own, in possession of WICKED property. Return them to us unharmed and we'll consider this a simple misunderstanding.

"Hang on guys."

Or you can resist. And every last one of you will die. It won't be long before the flare wipes out the rest of us. The hope of a cure lies in your hands. The choice is yours.

"Okay, let's go! Let's move!" Thomas urged, but we froze when one of Jorge's men pointed a shotgun at us. Coincidentally, it was the same man who had interrupted our interrogation with Jorge.

My view was slightly blocked when Newt pushed me behind him.

Thomas raised his hands, urgency in his voice. "We're not trying to cause any trouble okay? We just gotta get out of here."

"Is that so?" The man said with a sly grin, his eyes glinting with amusement. He lifted a walkie-talkie, bringing it close to his lips, "Janson. I got 'em for ya. I'm bringing 'em down. Don't shoot us."

That fucking bitch.

"Come on, let's go!" he urged, his hand gestured toward the door. His brows furrowed with frustration when we remained in our spots. "I said, let's go!" he insisted, his voice rising with impatience.

In a moment of sheer desperation, Thomas made a bold and risky decision. He lunged forward, aiming for the man's hand—the one that gripped the shotgun tightly. As a result, a shot was fired at the ceiling, fortunately not hitting any of us. As they fought over the gun Thomas, headbutted the man forcing distance between them. He then went for another punch but the shotgun was pointed at us once more.

"You little bastard." The man fumed. Another shot was fired and I flinched even though I was in the back of the group.

My ears were ringing as I glanced at everyone around me. I was expecting one of us to crumble to the ground just like Chuck had.

Chuck.

What I didn't expect was the buzzcut girl to be standing behind the man with her own gun and it became clear who was shot when his body dropped to the ground.

"Come on!" She ushered. Glancing back frustratingly when we hesitated, "Come on let's go!"

Forcing the thought of Chuck and the shock out of my head, I stumbled hastily after the others, glancing back when I caught Teresa bending down. "Teresa?"

Her face was pale as she whipped in my direction.

I frowned at her odd actions but couldn't speak on it when she pushed me towards the door, "Let's go we're gonna lose them."

I glanced up at the ceiling when... music started playing? It was an odd match having a jazzy song play while we were running for our lives. 

It's a vibe if you ask me.

Soon enough we caught up with the others on a set of stairs who met up with Jorge, "Brenda! Hurry!"

So her name is Brenda. Fitting.

"We don't have much time! Let's go, let's go, let's go!" Shoving a large window I gasped at what he wanted us to do. "This way!"

A fucking zipline connected to a whole other fucking building.