Undivided [Book Three] COMPLETED

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The first guard barged into the hallway while holding his weapon, which she hadn't seen before, it was smaller and sleeker. Thomas was the first to fire, hitting him square in the chest with a spray of electricity, lighting up the man. His shrieks filled the air as more guards came, now flooding the hallway.

Minho and Newt both began firing away, hitting guard after guard. There was one that escaped through the mess, aiming his gun at Newt. Charlotte immediately took a wide step forward, eyes narrowing on the guard. She swung her arm, letting her knife spiral through the air and embed itself into his right upper leg. He crumbled to the floor as she stomped over, yanking the knife out of his leg and punching him in the face.

One guard sneaked up behind her and wrapped their arms around her neck, squeezing. She growled lowly while rearing her leg up, then hurling it down as hard as she could onto his toes. He grunted and loosed his grip, allowing her to slip out of his arms and turned around, punching him square in the chest. A moment later he was shot in the side, body electrifying. She turned her head to see Newt's launcher smoking up, him lowering it while meeting her eyes.

"It hasn't even been forty-five seconds, Char." He scolded, but she rolled her eyes and flicked her knife to a guard who was right behind him, getting him in the shoulder. He turned around to see the guard going down to his knees, then faced to her again. She smiled sarcastically at him, "You're welcome, Newtie."

"Oh, I'll never be bloody able to live this down."

"You got that right." She said with a wink while walking over and grabbing her knife again, and he covered her with shooting more grenades as she stabbed another with her knife in the left side of the stomach, then pushed him back into other guards.

The ginger took a few steps back and readied her knife, but something on the wall from the corner of her eye moved. She turned to see a mechanic looking lizard staring, two red dots for eyes shining at her. She tilted her head in confusion while asking out loud, "What the hell is that?"

Newt looked over to her while firing another shot, "That's a beetle blade. It's a camera, they were all over the Glade. Don't touch it, it will cut your hand up bad."

"We've got to get out of here, they're just going to keep on coming." Thomas called while hitting the handle of the launcher against a guard's head, and the girl realized that they needed a plan, and now. They needed help.

A female guard came running toward her while aiming her weapon, and Charlotte dove to the side as she fired, ramming into the wall. She grunted while shaking off the pain and getting up as the woman aimed again, but the ginger speared herself into her with everything she had, knocking the two to the ground. She was now straddling the lady, lifting her fist up then slamming it down. The lady cried out while dropping her weapon, and she kicked it across the floor.

Charlotte then got up and swung the lady to her knees, gripping her knife and holding it to her neck, looking at the boys. They all easily caught on, and Thomas walked up, hissing, "How many of you are there? Are there more coming?"

She didn't answer, and the girl decided to press the knife a little closer, but still making sure that she wouldn't break skin while leaning in, "Answer him."

"There's at least fifty on duty." She said quickly, making everyone purse their lips in dread. How were they supposed to take at least fifty more guards head on?

"Then where are they?" Thomas asked, and the woman immediately answered, "I don't know."

"You have one more chance to not lie before our little redhead slices your throat." Minho threatened while holding the launcher firmly in his hands, eyes darkening. Even Charlotte felt the shivers down her spine, he was a good actor.