"You, hermana, are really worth something." A man, whom the Gladers had come to know as Jorge, pointed his walking cane right at Y/N.

"What the hell do you want?" Thomas fired back immediately, catching Jorge's attention. The man smirked.

"That is the question," He laughed, slowly sauntering towards Thomas' hanging frame. "My men want to sell you back to WICKED. Life has taught them to think small. I'm not like that. Something tells me that you're not either."

Minho groaned. "Is the blood rushing to my head or is this shank not making any sense?"

Jorge glared at Minho's sarcastic comment and turned his focus back to Thomas. "Tell me what you know about the Right Arm."

"I thought you said they were ghosts." Newt added in.

Jorge raised his brows. "I happen to believe in ghosts. Especially when I hear them chattering on the airwaves."

Jorge moved around the ledge and came close to Y/N. "You, hermana, are very valuable. You're a prized possession of the Right Arm. I've seen kids like you before."

"The hell?" Thomas tried to swing his body around so he could meet Jorge's eyes. "Explain."

"There were some munies like your Y/N here. The Right Arm took in kids like her who had no parents, kept them safe, and used their blood to make a serum which would hold off the Flare for a few months." Jorge explained. "Didn't last long until WICKED stole them away, though. Good news, the Right Arm was smart enough to tag the kids with tattoos. So, even if WICKED wiped their memories, they'd be able to find their way back if they ever got away."

Everyone was silent, trying to process the mass of information.

"Now," Jorge stepped up to some kind of lever. "Of course, Y/N is no good unless we can actually find the Right Arm. Tell me what you know, and maybe we can make a deal."

"We don't know much," Thomas blabbered.

With a cold, careless expression, Jorge pulled the lever and dropped the kids a few feet in the air. Everyone screamed. "Okay! Okay, alright." Thomas pleaded.

"They're hiding in the mountains. And they attacked WICKED. They got out a bunch of kids. That's it. That's all we know." He explained.

Suddenly, one of Jorge's men entered the room, causing him to tense immediately. "Hang tight," He looked sternly to Y/N, and she certainly got his message.

"We gotta get out of here." Minho grumbled. "Y/N, c'mere. Be the guinea pig."

"Minho!" Newt shouted.

"For what?!" Y/N also shouted.

"So I can push you to that lever! I think you'd be able to reach it." He explained in a hurried manner, thrashing around his arms restlessly.

"Yeah, ok." Y/N took in a deep breath. "Thomas, can you help me get to him?"

"Uhh, I can try." He reached out his arms and grabbed Y/N, pulling her close to himself. Then, he shoved her as hard as he could in the direction of Minho and hoped for the best.

"Got her?!" Thomas tried to steady his swaying, rotating body.

"Yeah!" Minho exclaimed.

If Thomas grabbing Y/N hadn't already gotten on Newt's nerves, the fact that Minho was grabbing her by the waist was.

One failed attempt. Minho just couldn't get enough leverage.

A second failed attempt.

"Come on, Minho. Push her harder!" Newt shouted out in aggravation. Both because he felt the familiar feeling of jealousy flowing in he veins, but also because he wanted to be back on solid ground and not hanging upside down.

"One, two...three!" Minho yet again pushed, luckily this time, hard enough. Y/N reached one of the metal bars surrounding the lever and held on tight. Then, she pulled it towards her, dropping the bodies of her friends even lower. As quickly as possible, she unravelled the rope from around her feet and then made for her friends.

The first person she went to was Newt, holding out a long piece of rebar to pull him in. "Thanks, love," He mumbled as she untangled the rope from his feet since he was a little too dizzy to do so himself.

Once everyone was down and back up on their feet, Newt rushed over to Y/N, panic in his eyes. "Are you alright?"

Y/N would have laughed if it weren't such an adrenaline packed situation.

"Oh," Newt fell on a blank. "That was an idiotic question. I'd know if you weren't—I'm sorry—"

"Hey, it's ok." She smiled lightly. "Are you ok?"

"Y-Uhh, Yeah. I am. Thanks." He stuttered awkwardly. He wasn't sure if too much blood had pooled in his head, or if he was actually sane. But, even though Y/N was bruised, face coated in dirt and hair was tattered, she'd never looked better in his eyes. His admiration was cut short, however, when he turned to find a man with Thomas at gunpoint. Quickly, he pushed Y/N behind himself and held her close.

"We're not trying to cause any trouble, okay? We just got to get out of here." Thomas pleaded, arms raised in surrender.

"Is that so?" The man snarled. "Janson, I've got 'em for ya. I'm brining 'em down. Don't shoot us."

"Janson?" Newt furrowed his brows. "He's here?"

"Of course he is, you two are way too valuable to him to let you run off." The man laughed, making his missing front tooth far more apparent than necessary.

"Shame we want her too," A feminine voice filled the hollow, concrete room. Soon followed a piercing gunshot. Everyone jumped back and checked their bodies over for wounds before they realized the man trying to take them to Janson was on the ground. Behind him was Brenda, the girl who had brought them in and introduced the Gladers to Jorge.

"Okay. Come on." Brenda was breathing heavily, eyes just was wide as the rest of the kids in the room. She, just like the rest wasn't one to carelessly take lives. But she had to. "Y/N, c'mon! We need to get you out of here!"

"Yeah," She stumbled over her feet as she walked towards Brenda, past the dead body laying before her. "Everybody, time to go."

Everyone other than Y/N and Brenda seemed hesitant to move. Probably because they were still in shock from the gunshot, but also because they were unsure if it was right to follow Brenda. Newt, obviously had no choice, and was the first to join Y/N and Brenda. Wherever Y/N went, he was going to be with her. "Come on! Let's go!" Brenda yet again shouted, somehow convincing the rest of the Gladers. Next thing everyone knew, they were running through the old, rickety warehouse, blindly following Brenda.

Music began to radiate through the warehouse. The look on Brenda's face told Y/N she either really despised the song, or something else was at work right now.

"Shit." Brenda muttered.

"What's going on?" Y/N kept pace with the short, dark haired girl.

"Jorge's gonna blow the place up." She whispered.

"Brenda! Hurry!" Jorge screamed out as the Gladers followed her up a flight of stairs. "We don't have much time! Let's go, let's go, let's go!" He encouraged.

"Right this way!" Jorge exclaimed as he danced up to a colossal window, pushing it open like it was nothing. The glass panes flew outwards, leaving just a sketchy looking biplane exposed, leading to another building across a courtyard below.

"You gotta be kidding me." Frypan nearly passed out on the spot, but luckily, Minho was there to hold him upright.

"Plan B, hermano." Jorge said nonchalantly as he tested the rigging of the zip line. "You kids wanna get to the right arm? I'll lead you to them. But, none of this works unless she's safe." He pointed straight at Y/N, making her feel a little more self-conscious than normal.

"Follow me!" He jumped out of the window without a single hesitation, clinging to the zip line for dear life.

Everyone now had a heavy weight on their shoulders. Them getting into the Right Arm relied on Y/N. Her survival relied on them. That was a heavy burden. The Scorch was an unforgiving place where the most unexpected of things happened. Y/N, just like anyone else, could have anything happen to her at any given moment.

Newt hoped a moment like that would never come.

Sure enough, Y/N was the second to jump out of the window, and then the rest of her friends.