Sacrifice

Chapter Forty-Seven

Present Day 

Soon the van came to a stop. Thomas tensed, he and Brenda may have to fight their way out of this place, and hopefully find the others. 

The door behind them opened and one of the men ordered them to get out. They had been brought to an old parking garage. The set up looked like an army/refugee camp, sort of like the Right Arm. Only this place felt bleaker somehow. Thomas was relieved to see Newt, Frypan and Tony emerge from the van next to them. The third van was shaking, and they could here grunts and struggles coming from the inside. 

"Where are you going?" a voice inside snapped. 

Suddenly the back door was flung open and one of the masked men was thrown out. 

"Where is she?" Jorge demanded as he jumped out of the van andpunched the man in the face. 

"Hey!" Brenda shouted, running over to Jorge while the men fixed their guns on everyone else. "I'm right here, I'm right here." 

Seeing the girl out of the corner of his eye, Jorge stopped fighting and gave Brenda a hug. 

"Everybody relax, we're all on the same side here," one of the masked fighters said. It was the one that had been eying Thomas and his group back on the streets. 

"What do you mean same side?" Thomas demanded. "Who the hell are you?" 

After a moment of hesitation, the guard took off his mask. 

"Hey, Greenie." 

"Gally?" 

The two formal rivals in the Glade stared at each other. As the shock of seeing Gally again sunk in, Thomas felt a growing anger inside of him. Without much thought, he ran over and punched Gally in the face, knocking the former Builder to the ground. People raised their weapons. 

"It's alright," Gally called out to the others as Thomas pined him down. 

Thomas grabbed the front of Gally's shirt and raised his fist to punch him again, but this time was stopped by Newt. 

"Tommy, stop." 

Thomas's breaths were now shaky as he fought to control his barely contained rage. "He killed Chuck." 

"Yeah, I know. I remember, I was there too. But I also remember that he was Stung, and half out of his mind. Just calm down, alright?" 

Thomas looked up and, for the first time, noticed all the people with guns pointed at them. If he allowed this to escalate, he'd be risking his friends' lives. In the end he pushed himself off Gally. 

"Kind of had that coming," Gally said as he got to his feet. "Anybody else? Fry? Newt?" 

"You know this guy?" Jorge asked. 

"He's an old friend," Frypan answered. 

Newt was still trying to wrap his mind around how Gally could even be here in the first place. 

"How? How is this even possible? I don't...we watched you die." 

"No, you left me to die," Gally said. "And if we hadn't found you when we did, you'd be dead right now. What the hell are you doing here?" 

"Claire and Minho," Newt answered. "WCKD has them. We're looking for a way in." 

"I can help with that. Follow me." 

"We're not going anywhere with you," Thomas snapped. 

"Suit yourself, but I can get your through those walls."