"I'll be back," Thomas said, turning to go. His stomach was full of acid. "I gotta find Newt, see if any of the Maps survived."
"Wait!" Teresa yelled. "Get me out of here!"
But there was no time, and Thomas felt awful about it. "I can't-I'll be back, I promise." He turned before she could protest and set off at a sprint for the Map Room and its foggy black cloud of smoke. Needles of pain pricked his insides. If Teresa was right, and they'd been that close to figuring out some kind of clue to get out of there, only to see it literally lost in flames ... It was so upsetting it hurt.
The first thing Thomas saw when he ran up was a group of Gladers huddled just outside the large steel door, still ajar, its outer edge blackened with soot. But as he got closer, he realized they were surrounding something on the ground, all of them looking down at it. He spotted Newt, kneeling there in the middle, leaning over a body.
Minho was standing behind him, looking distraught and dirty, and spotted Thomas first. "Where'd you go?" he asked.
"To talk to Teresa-what happened?" He waited anxiously for the next dump of bad news.
Minho's forehead creased in anger. "Our Map Room was set on fire and you ran off to talk to your shuck girlfriend? What's wrong with you? And what about Clara? Dude, c'mon. Clara was devastated about the Maps, and instead of comforting her, you went to talk to Teresa? Look, Clara didn't date anyone before you came up to the Maze. And, I heard what she said to you tonight. She really does love you, man. And I know you're my friend and all, but if you hurt her, I'll punch you."
Thomas knew the rebuke should've stung, but his mind was too preoccupied. "I didn't think it mattered anymore-if you haven't figured out the Maps by now ... and about Clara, it's not like that with Teresa and I."
Minho looked disgusted, the pale light and fog of smoke making his face seem almost sinister. "Yeah, this'd be a great freaking time to give up. What the-"
"I'm sorry-just tell me what happened." Thomas leaned over the shoulder of a skinny boy standing in front of him to get a look at the body on the ground.
It was Alby, flat on his back, a huge gash on his forehead. Blood seeped down both sides of his head, some into his eyes, crusting there. Newt was cleaning it with a wet rag, gingerly, asking questions in a whisper too low to hear. Thomas, concerned for Alby despite his recent ill-tempered ways, turned back to Minho and repeated his question.
"Clara found him out here, half dead, the Map Room blazing. Some shanks got in there and put it out, but way too late. All the trunks are burned to a freaking crisp. I suspected Alby at first, but whoever did it slammed his shuck head against the table- you can see where. It's nasty."
"Who do you think did it?" Thomas was hesitant to tell him about the possible discovery he and Teresa had made. With no Maps, the point was moot.
"Maybe Gally before he showed up in the Homestead and went psycho? Maybe the Grievers? I don't know, and I don't care. Doesn't matter."
Thomas was surprised at the sudden change of heart. "Now who's the one giving up?"
Minho's head snapped up so quickly, Thomas took a step backward. There was a flash of anger there, but it quickly melted into an odd expression of surprise or confusion. "That's not what I meant, shank."
Thomas narrowed his eyes in curiosity. "What did-"
"Just shut your hole for now." Minho put his fingers to his lips, his eyes darting around to see if anyone was looking at him. "Just shut your hole. You'll find out soon enough."
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