(Highest ranking: #2 in Newt) Hey greenies! It's me again. This is book 2 of my maze runner Gif imagine series. It's full of imagines of the characters, and even a few about the cast themselves sprinkled in. So check it out, i promise itll be worth...
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"So what's the plan, exactly?" Minho asked, walking along with the other two as the headed towards the building again.
"About that. I may have an idea..." Newt thought aloud as he slowed to a stop. "But you're not gonna like it, Minho."
"Of course. Why would I expect anything else." Minho sighed, shaking his head lightly. "Whats the idea?"
Newt took a breath and cleared his throat as he collected his thoughts. "You need to distract them. They'll be expecting us to walk right back in, but you just got out."
"Yeah, and I don't want to go back in there. 6 months, Newt. 6 months." Minho shook his head.
"Minho we might not have a choice. It'll catch them off guard, and we'll make sure we get you out of there."
"You mean again." Minho frowned, shoulders slumping slightly. "Fine. I'll go in the front door and make a commotion. You guys sneak in the back."
"Thank you, Minho." Newt quickly hugged his friend, and they nodded quickly. Thomas patted Minho's shoulder, and the runner made his way to the front of the building as the other two worked their way around to the back.
In the front entryway, Minho limped in, dragging one leg behind his as he stumbled towards the nearest guard.
"Stay where you are." The man ordered, pointing a gun at Minho's chest. "You attempted to escape."
"Almost got away, too, before some shank jumped me outside. I'll stay here, just please get me to a doctor. I think my ankle is broken and it hurts like hell."
The guard scoffed, grabbing Minho's arm. By now, a few other employees had noticed and had scurried off to tell Janson that Minho had been found, and Newt was able to slip in the back door with Thomas.
By this point, Newt wasn't doing too well. He had already been doing pretty bad before they even jumped out the window.
Still, he climbed the stairs with Thomas, heading towards Jansons office.
You, meanwhile, had been locked in one of the labs. The citizens had started to be evacuated , as the right arm had just shown up, blasting a hole in the wall to the city. Janson threw you in the nearest empty room and locked the door so he could go deal with the commotion.
You were searching through drawers, countertops, inside of filing cabinets. Anything you could use to either wedge open the door, or pick a lock.
Instead, you found a small blue vial of 'the bliss'. It slowed the flare. Not necessarily enough to stop it, but enough to at least buy some time. So you shoved it in your pocket as a backup in case you could make it out to Newt in time.
You also grabbed a small metal rod used for stirring chemicals, attempting to pry the door open with it when something caught your eye through the window.
Thomas and Newt made their way down the corridor, past the room you were locked in. You tried banging on the door, but it didn't make much of a difference. They kept walking, turning the corner.
You groaned in frustration and kept trying to open the door, when the sound of guns and blasters filled the air. A sinking feeling in your gut made you bite your lip, finally managing to open the door. You dashed outside, only to watch as Newt threw a small explosive at guards towards the other end of the hallway.
"NEWT! THOMAS! OVER HERE!" You yelled, waving your arms. Their heads both snapped in your direction, and with a bit of Thomas's help, Newt and him made their way over. All three of you ran towards the stairwell, shutting and locking the door behind you.
All three of you took a deep breath, and Newt let go of Thomas. Instead, he hugged you, partially using you to support his weight.
"Hey. You okay?" You asked quietly, pulling back enough to wipe his hair back out of his eyes. He looked exhausted. Dark circles beneath his bloodshot eyes, and he could barely stand on his own at this point.
"I've been better." Newt shrugged. You reached in your pocket, taking out the vial of the bliss.
"This should help. At least for a little bit." You said gently. Newt looked down at the vial in your hands and slowly nodded.
"Thomas, watch the stairs. Nobody comes up or down." You ordered, also taking out a syringe you had stolen from the lab and filling it with the serum.
"This is gonna sting a bit." You apologized, holding Newt's wrist and sliding up the sleeve of his uniform. You pressed the needle into the skin, just below the elbow.
"Being a medjack finally came in handy after all." You joked in an effort to lighten the mood. You took the needle back out, wishing you had a bandage, but you didn't, so you just rolled his uniform sleeve back down.
"A little, maybe." Newt shrugged. Thomas cleared his throat.
"Great. Then let's get Minho and get the bell out of here. Come on." He started for the stairs, and you followed him, one hand latched onto Newt's arm so he wouldn't fall.
