The Death Cure - Gally oc

Bittersweet

Finley's POV.

That same day Thomas had agreed to the plan, and the following evening he and Gally had Teresa in their custody.

Newt sat her in a chair opposite the rest of us and harshly removed the bag from her head. She looked around, I could tell from my spot next to Gally she was breathing heavily. "Gally?" She says in disbelief when her eyes land on him.

His face remains cold. "Here's how this is gonna go. We're gonna ask you some questions, and you're gonna tell us exactly what we need to know. We'll start off simple," He picks up a chair as he walks closer to her. "Where's Minho?"

"You guys don't seriously think—" he cuts her off by slamming the chair down in front of her, sitting on it to block her view of Thomas.

"Don't look at him. Why are you looking at him?" He's fucking good at this, I think to myself, feeling pleased. "He's not gonna help you. Now, we know you have Minho in the building. Where?"

"He's with the others in holding. Sub-level 3." She concedes.

"How many others?" Newt inquires.

"28." I feel a dangerous thought spark in the back of my mind at this.

Gally glances at Brenda asking a silent question. "I can make that work."

Teresa looks at her, worried. "No, you guys don't understand, the whole level's restricted. You can't get in without thumbprint ID."

"That's why you're gonna come with us." Thomas explains.

"Well, I don't know." I pipe up, scooping a scalpel off the table next to me. "It's not like we need all of her."

Gally stands up and gently takes the scalpel from my hand. "She's right, we just need her finger."

"You two back off." Thomas says tiredly.

"What, are you squeamish?"

"She's probably done a lot worse to all those kids she uses as lab rats." I add bitterly.

He turns to Thomas and gestures with the knife.
"I guarantee she's done worse to Minho."

"That's not the plan." He stands up and takes the scalpel from Gally. "Back off."

"It won't make a difference." Teresa says, suddenly more confident. "Do whatever you want to me, you still won't get through the front door." Gally leans on the table next to me again, somewhat aggravated. "The sensors will pick you up the —"

"We know, we're tagged: Property of WCKD." He moves closer to her and crouches down on her right, "You're gonna help us with that too." Hinting at my least favorite part of the plan, he offers her the scalpel.

Within the next half hour she had removed the chips from Frypan and Newt, and was now digging the scalpel into Gally's neck. He clenched his jaw but remained still. I stood near Frypan and Newt a few feet away, watching her very carefully.

"You look about ready to fight someone." Frypan comments from behind me. "Ease up." His eyes flick down to my hands which to my surprise are balled up in fists. I shake it off and fold my arms in front of me. I guess I had a bit of pent up anger towards people like her; WCKD supporters to be exact.