Finality | The Maze Runner / Newt ³ ✓

{1.7}

Disclaimer:

Alby: Minho, you can't make Thomas the Keeper of the Runners.

Minho: Yes I can. I have a permit.

Alby: This just says "I do what I want."

-✼-

Thomas stared at Vince for quite a few seconds. Then, slowly but surely, a small grin stretched his face. "That might just work."

I struggled not to shoot him a disapproving glare and instead kept my face neutral. These people were kidnapping Immunes— including guards at Crank Palaces, and separating people from their families. It didn't seem right to me at all. But, of course, I couldn't say that; the leader of the Right Arm was already weary enough of us as it was.

"I'm glad you approve," Vince replied blankly. I couldn't tell whether he meant it or not. But judging by what I've gathered about him so far, he probably didn't. "Brent has a contact and the deal is already arranged to sell them. It's our way in. We have to stop those people. Prevent them from wasting even more resources on a pointless experiment. If the world is going to survive, they need to use what they have to help the people left alive. Keep the human race going in a way that makes sense."

"Do you think there's any chance they could have found a cure?" Thomas questioned.

Vince released a long, low chuckle that almost seemed like mockery. I shifted uncomfortably at the memory of what Ava Paige had said to me after the Scorch Trials: "You are the one we need, Dylan. You could help us find the cure."

"If you believed that even for a second, you wouldn't be standing here in front of me, would you? You wouldn't have escaped, wouldn't be seeking revenge. Which is what I'm assuming you're doing. I know what you've been through— Gally told me everything." The larger man paused. "No, we gave up on their... cure a long time ago."

I decided to let Thomas do the talking while I debated on what Vince was saying. They were selling Immunes — using them — to get into W.I.C.K.E.D. Who was to say that the Right Arm was any better than the corrupt organization we ran from? Selling people for our own personal benefit...

"We'll go no further until you share what you know," Vince urged. "What can you offer us?"

"Tell him," Brenda ordered quietly with a nudge to Thomas' side. "This is what we came for."

"Okay," my brother began with a nod, "W.I.C.K.E.D thinks they can complete the cure, that they're almost there. The only missing pieces are Dylan and I. They swear it's the truth, but they manipulated and lied to us so much, it's become impossible to know what's real and what's not real. Who knows what their motives are now. Or how desperate they've gotten, or what they might be willing to do."

"I think they believe in a cure," I finally spoke up, switching my gaze between Gally and Vince. "But they may be so brainwashed after years of this issue, that they could be on a wild goose chase. But they certainly seem to think that we're the keys."

Vince tilted his head to the side. "How many of you are there?"

Thomas pondered it for a second, then answered, "Fewer than five more— waiting back where we were taken by Lawrence. We don't have numbers, but we have a lot of inside knowledge. How many are in your group?"