"Death does not discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It just takes and takes."
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the maze runner meets 1984
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The year is 2052.
Rayla Sallow is a computer genius.
Amara Wintergreen is a refugee.
Zahara Griffith is a fighter.
Thei...
This was it. All of the backbreaking work, all of the fruitless endeavors, all of the good people who had died to get us this far. It was all going to be worth it.
The armory was abuzz with activity, with people I had never seen before bustling here and there, checking that all of our weapons were connected with the extensive digital system. The highest, most polished officers in the resistance had come to see us off. That was one of the biggest indicators that this was a monumental deal. They never came down from their position deep inside the inner circle of CAP unless it was absolutely essential.
Med was across the room from me, currently getting outfitted in the specialized stealth suits made just for this mission. He caught my eye and flashed a boyish grin with gleaming white teeth. Flame spread across my face and I found myself wishing that I could hide behind my black and blonde hair instead of having it pulled back in a braid. God, I hated how he could make me feel this way. I've known Medicine since before I could talk, and he was the only person alive that could tease me and get away with it. Anyone else who tried ended up with some nasty scars and a bruised ego.
The other candidate joining the mission was Blue. Her given name was Lira, but everyone just called her Blue due to her vibrant hair. I didn't know her personally, but if she lived up to even a fraction of her reputation, I knew that this mission was highly likely to be successful. Of course, failure wasn't even an option. Not with these stakes.
"Alright soldiers!" A booming voice filled the white metal room as a intimidating figure entered. He was in his forties, but he looked as though he was mid-sixties with his gray, thinning hair and mustache. He wore a simple uniform like the rest of the officers but I knew who this was. This was Cosmo Fernsby, the founder of the Nameless Resistance. He had once been the President of CAP when it was a just and true organization, but once it became corrupt in its motives he left and rallied scattered groups of rebels and united them in order to combat the power of CAP.
"You have just one job!" Even though we could all hear just fine he continued to shout as if we were across a football field.
"Get in, grab the package and get out! This mission must succeed at all costs! Do NOT let anything distract or prevent you from completing your task! Do you understand?"
He glared at us each in the eye, hard steel and a blossom of pride in his gaze.
"Yessir!" We chorused.
He gave each of us a gruff nod and then proceeded into the adjacent chamber, the control room, where they would be monitoring our progress through Central.
"Get going then soldiers!" Cosmo barked through the mic in each of our ears.
None of us bothering with a 'Yessir', we pulled our visors over our eyes and marched through a door on our right which led to the launch point. A small plane was waiting for us in the docking area. We climbed aboard and settled into three of the few seats that lined the sides. The rest of the chopper was filled with supplies, most of it weapons. The hatch closed behind us and a disembodied voice came through the speakers on the ceiling.
"Please select the weapon of your choice and prepare for takeoff in 90 seconds."
Blue immediately grabbed two small pistols, three daggers and one large plasma gun. Med is more hesitant, but decides on two plasma pistols and a huge electric stunner. I raise my eyebrows and he shrugs innocently. The electric stunner is more of an electric killer, and one of the most powerful weapons we have.
I settle on a bow and a set of arrows, with a combination of explosive and electric, both deadly. I also grab one plasma pistol, just in case and two daggers that I strap to my thighs.
The plane starts to vibrate and we settle into the hard metal seats. Everything the rebellion makes is made out of damn metal, but its our only defense against the Mendeni. The monsters hardly ever bother us, but we still have to take certain precautions.
Med elbows me in the side. "You ready for this Zahara? The mission of our lives." He says that with a subtle tone of sadness and I tilt my head, looking into his dark blue eyes.
"You don't think we're coming back alive." It isn't a question. I study each of the perfectly placed freckles that splash across his nose.
He doesn't answer. One of his hands entwines with mine and I give it a squeeze. He doesn't let go.
The three of us sit in silence for the rest of the flight.
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