The Griever Girl

Miles

*15 Hours Earlier at Wicked HQ*
"5 to 11, can you read me?" Cracked the radio one of my top guards had. He pressed a small button and responded, "I copy. What's the situation?"
"Subject A21 escaped his corridors. How should I proceed?"
"Search the whole damn wing that's what"
"Roger"
"11, once you've approached him-" the guard was cut short in his message, when another pitiful man entered the laboratory. 

The sleek white suit he wears and familiar rat like features instantly gives him away.

"So the rumors I heard were true, wasn't it Dr.Julies?" He did not even try to hide his smirk.

I sighed and glared at him. "Yes, unfortunately. However, do not get your hopes up, the subject will be apprehended for his crimes-"

"Stating ,yet again, that you lost a subject. One that infiltrated the experiment?" He cut me off once again.

I stiffly nodded when he asked. He's my superior anyways. But how he longed for this job, not the one to tattle on me, but let's admit it. He wants my job. He wants to overview the experiment, be the top scientist for this part of the experiment. He was always attracted to it, but his interests spiked up when he heard the Griever Girl will play a part.

"Tsk tsk. That has to be 3 uncalled for incidents in your leadership, no? Subject21 infiltrating the chip of the Griever Girl, sending messages to 4 subjects, and now the un apprehended subject has encrypted another give away detail for one of the runners to purge to the others. Your command here is hovering on the line, you do know that, right?"

"Give it a rest Janson. My authority is still present, and no mistakes will be made once the subject has been brought justice."

"Well why are you talking to me when you must carry on with catching him?"

My eyes practically beamed red darts at this scumbag. I breathed in deeply. "I would, if you hadn't interrupted me". I then quickly ordered the top guard to relay the message again. I did so at that moment to hopefully shut Janson's pestering mouth.

"Roger?"
"Roger" continued the conversation.

While the top guard was informing one of his crew, the technicians are trying to bring down all the bugs Subject A21 created. Glitching screens and a green color glowed throughout the would be cleanse and white power room. 

Who was Subject A21 anyways? That would be Miles. Just Miles. Miles, with his inquisitive creativity and natural talent for hacking. I had made sure that he was deactivated of any privileges of any source of technology. Yet, the kid has once gained managed to access the necessary technology to hack into the experiment.

What relationship does he have with the Griever girl? Could be a crush, could be a sibling relationship. But that's what makes him dangerous at this point. We don't know his exact purpose in influencing the experiment, nor what his next move is. I've sent the guards to extract him from his working point. No lethal actions. Just an extraction team.

Miles P.OV

Sweat prickled at my skin as my fingers furiously smashed the holographic keys. The dark screen flashed red alerts and other cautious remarks. My mouth twitches a smirk whenever those pop up. Like those warnings matter to a guy like me.

My body is hunched over a WICKED computer. I am trying with all my might to bring down one fire wall at a time. And damn did they upgrade this shit to a tougher level. But who doesn't love a challenge?

As more fire walls are being torned down, I give a quick look to a laptop by my left side. I had to keep a device open for the surveillance camera, while the firewalls took up all the space here on this one. Approximately 87 cameras are placed up in the department I am in. May seem a lot to decipher in the quick glances I give to the laptop, but this gets easier with time.

The empty halls relax me a bit, but that relief was soon fried when I see 3 sets of guards flooding from 3 different cameras on the floors below me. I sped my typing ,now dominating ,what seems to be the last firewall. Just one last encryption...and...Ha! Suck on that WICKED!

My eyes abandoned the cameras as I try and find the files and access codes that I need. Peeling my eyes off of the main screen, I glance once more at the cameras and find the guards now flooding into my floor. The cool dread of fear dropped in my system.

I don't care of my safety now. I need to get this done. Having passed access restrictions and many more warnings, I was able to find the chip management and quickly redirect the loops. The guards are now knocking down one locked door at a time on my floor. It was a good idea to barricade all the doors on the floor, and confuse the oaf of guards here in WICKED. Now they need to find out where the hacker is hiding. In every room here, there are great hiding spots. Many of which I had the pleasure of finding out when I was younger.

As I found (Y/N)'s chip management, I was able to cancel some restrictions of her memories. But I couldn't cancel them all without her convulsing and seeming thoroughly sick like before. I need to be more careful now. I need to make sure she is safe. I need to make sure she never returns to her dark side again...I can't let the girl I know who was kind on all accounts, who was undoubtedly ruined by her family's separation, who wouldn't open up until training, but the girl who would pick up her instrument and made me swear on it to protect her. I can't let her go back to her WICKED inflicted ways of treachery. I made a promise...

Now that I've made sure that (Y/N)'s restricted memories were opened, which gave her more freedom to take control of her actions, I proceeded to delay her trigger by a dull sensibility. I hear the thuds of a door collapsing across the hall, now closer. I just need to do one more thing.

I pulled up files upon the four other subjects I tolerated, who I can trust enough to protect her. Thomas, Newt, Minho, and Alby. To be honest, I trust Thomas a bit more, but, she needs all the help she could get.

Right then and there, I heard the deafening puns of doom. They are knocking my door down now. I pulled their chip codes up and spoke through the mini-microphone here.

"Hurry! They're coming to get me any moment. Keep her away from them! KEEP (Y/N) AWAY FROM THEM. I managed to loosen her chip. The rest is up to her. Don't let her out of your sight! And don't you dare let her out in the maze. She will reconnect with them there. Are you hearing this Thomas-"

"He's in here! I heard his voice!" A guard exploded.

I tried to continue my warning, but my connection is now going off and on again. I'm losing control of the files. They found me out, and are now jamming my access. Fuck!

There was a startling crash. The next second, I hear the rustling of heavy boots and the crashing of toppling boxes and furniture. I looked around, seeing her room is recked...

"Hands up Miles!" Said the leader. Their white uniforms came closer to me with guns directed at me.

"What are you doing?" I asked dumbly. The nearest two guards, without guns, quickly snatched my arms and placed them behind my back. They wrapped them to a tight rope; Gemini, the toughest rope you can get through.

They can't do this. I am a candidate for the next experiment. They still need me, whether they like it or not. Apparently their orders are just to extract me to another point, judging by their non-legal weapons, but still.

"Let me go! I am a candidate -"

A muffled shot was heard. My body laid limply in the hands of the two guards behind me. A sedative. They shot me a sedative.My eyes begin to drop as I hear the rest of the guards shifting through the mess, probably to find more malicious plans. A few swear words and that was the end of my hearing. God, I hope this worked...