Hope for Us (NEWT) [COMPLETED]

Ch 66 - Back in the Game

~Sara~

They all froze once they saw the guard.

He had a launcher in one hand, and Sara wasn't willing to find out how a grenade shot from that thing felt. She might've learned how to use one, but she didn't want to be the person in front of one.

On his other hand, he carried a huge bag, and he seemed to be in a hurry.

"S—sorry," Sara managed to say, "I promise we'll be quiet—"

But he stopped her, holding up his hand after setting the bag on the floor. Then he took off the mask of the uniform, and they all gasped.

Minho's face lit up. "Jorge, my man!" He reached over and greeted him with a handshake. The older man gladly returned the warm greeting.

They all looked at each other in surprise and the obvious—with relief.

"Okay, let me get this straight," said Thomas. "This is the same shuck-face you threatened to cut his fingers off, right?" He arched his eyebrow and Jorge nodded.

He let out a hearty laugh and clapped Minho on the shoulder. "When our groups got separated in the Scorch, the situation forced us to help each other out. Didn't know this hermano had it in him. We're very much alike."

"Well, shuck," Sara mumbled, scratching her head. Maybe miracles did happen after all.

"But why are you dressed like a guard?" Newt asked the question, making the light atmosphere get heavy again.

Sometimes, Sara wondered if Newt ever felt left out of everything. He was always caught up in something he barely knew. Always greeted with surprises, one after the other. It was tiring for Sara; she couldn't imagine how much more for him. And a lot of it had to do with him meeting her in the first place.

"Oh yeah," said Jorge. "Brenda should've told Thomas. We're helping you get out of here. And we're going with you."

"Finally, something promising." Minho clenched his fists up in the air in relief. "A few weeks ago, I didn't know you guys worked for WICKED, but seeing you now's like I've just gotten out of therapy."

"Okay," Thomas said, his tone significantly more determined, "so what's the plan?"

Jorge grabbed the bag and reached inside. He pulled out a few brown paper bags and handed each of them one. "First, you eat. Then, you sleep."

"Wait, what?" asked Rachel. "Aren't we leaving?"

"You guys need energy, or else forget it, muchachos. You won't stand a chance against Janson's guards," Jorge replied. "Do what I say, trust me."

"Thanks, Jorge," Sara said. "Thank you... for doing this for them. I don't know how I can ever pay you." He looked at her like she was insane. Then he pointed at the bag of food in her hand.

"How about you eat, hermana," he said. "You're leaving with them."

"No, I'm—" she began.

But Jorge held up his hand. "Don't worry. Brenda convinced Señor Janson to let you sleep in here as a good way to 'say goodbye' before he needs you again."

"Wait, but—"

"Sara," Newt called to her, giving her a look, and she figured maybe she'd wasted her time trying to convince him to leave without her.

"Yes, you're leaving. The madam said so." Jorge shrugged.

It took her a moment to assimilate it. Squinting her eyes, she turned back to him, "The madam? As in, Ava Paige? You're receiving orders from her now, Jorge? I thought you commanded yourself." Sara crossed her arms.