(three months and three weeks in)

Bea finished another cup of the alcoholic drink, feeling the beverage burn the back of her throat in every sip. A few weeks ago Fry had made a moonshine that was his friend's recipe which was apparently very popular amongst the boys in his maze. Bea had tried it, taking an instant liking to it and there was not one day where she didn't have it. The drink gave her a buzzing sensation, where it felt like she was almost floating; it made her feel free.

She hummed a tune to herself, spinning around on the spinny chair in the planning room. This room was inevitably becoming her favourite place; people were less likely to worry her, she was less likely to be asked to do other jobs and she could be by herself. She enjoyed her own company but being drunk elevated it.

Reaching over the table she grabbed her sandwich, which had been lying on a plate for ages. Thomas had given it to her a couple hours ago, insisting that she would eat something. Bea being Bea, she reassured him that she would but ended up getting caught up in work.

"Bea?'

"I'm in here!" the brunette girl responded with a muffled voice. Bea swallowed her mouthful of food, brushing the sandwich crumbs off her lips as Brenda strolled into the planning room.

"You're only having your lunch now?" Brenda laughed, raising an eyebrow.

Bea shrugged, pouring herself a third cup of moonshine before taking a swig, "It will probably help with the hangover tomorrow."

"Have you found the frequency yet?" the short-haired girl asked, swinging a chair, placing it backwards before plopping herself down on it.

"Nope. But I have found this funny music station," Bea smirked, adjusting the tuner. A few seconds later, a country song began playing from the speaker.

"But baby, I love you," Bea mocked the lyrics, placing her hand dramatically on her forehead.

"What is this moonshine doing to you? Do I need to take it away?" Brenda snorted.

"Ohhhh, and baby, I know you love me too," Bea continued, swaying her arms in the air, ignoring Brenda's words

"Y'know I really like your hair. It looks really nice at this length. Hot. I mean not that it didn't look good before-wait. There's another channel. Let me find it. It's gold - trust me," Bea rambled on, her words slightly slurred as she leaning down to adjust the tuner once again. She tilted the knob the left, her arm resting on the table. Chewing on her lip, she pressed down on a few of the buttons until she found the right station.

"Aha! Here it is," Bea grinned triumphantly as a rock song sounded from the speaker. She started dancing round the table, humming along to the melody as she didn't know the lyrics. Brenda stifled a laugh as she watched her friend manically dance around the room.

Bea slid onto her knees, closing her eyes as she played the air guitar in time with the electric guitar in the song. She was too caught up that she didn't even realise Harriet had entered the room.

"I thought I heard something. What the hell is going on here?"

The dancing girl carried on nodding along to the song even though she was beginning to feel a dizziness in her head. Her eyes snapped open when the music came to an abrupt stop.

"Wha-oh hi Harriet. Wait- hey!" Bea sulked, pouting a tiny bit, "Turn it back on."

"Nope," Harriet responded, accentuating the 'p'. Bea huffed, reaching for her beverage which Brenda swiped away almost immediately. The two girls stared at a drunken Bea who was grumbling to herself.

"Hey! That's mine! Give it back!" Bea complained in a whiny voice. She then lunged for it; Brenda took the easy way out, tipping the moonshine into her mouth, wincing at the burn in the back of her throat.

"What a bunch of party poopers," Bea mumbled. She span on her heel, wanting to turn the radio back on when Harriet slid in front of her, stopping her before she even had a chance. The brunette girl groaned, stepping to the side. Harriet mirrored her action and this carried on from left to right.

"Harriet! Let me turn it back on!" Bea whined. Harriet shook her head firmly, folding her arms across her chest. Bea narrowed her eyes at the dark-skinned girl, stepping forwards so that their noses were almost touching. Harriet's eyes widened in surprise, giving Bea the chance to lean over.

She managed to turn it on, although when she did, she tripped over Harriet's foot, causing her arm to slip and knock the antenna.

"Oh shit," she groaned as Harriet slipped out from in front of her, "Now I'm gonna have to fix-"

She paused, the sound from the radio catching her attention.

"Subjects B9, C2 and G1 have been located, sir."

"Good. Make sure you don't lose them gain."

"Of course Mr. Janson."

"Don't make me regret putting you in charge."

"You will not, sir."

"Is that...." Brenda trailed off, her jaw dropped as she walked to Bea's side. Bea nodded gravely, her mood instantly changing.

"Have the files I need for the meeting with the Chancellor been sent over?"

"Yes Mr. Janson. They are located in the 'Maze Trials' folder, under the subcategory, Lab tests."

"Good. Make sure that all of the subjects are reading for the next journey-"

"Hey guys do you know where-"

"Shh!" the three girls hushed aggressively, causing a startled Frypan to widen his eyes.

"We will speak then."

"Yes, sir."

The line went silent, all that was left was a crackling noise. Bea huffed in annoyance, having wanted to know what they were saying.

"I can't believe we found it," Harriet murmured in awe, a stunned expression on her face, "I can't believe you found it because you knocked the freaking antenna trying to turn the music back on."

Bea laughed at Harriet's words, shaking her head, "Me too. I thought they would have encrypted the frequency. But-but this is amazing. We're one step closer now."

"Uh...closer to what?" Frypan asked from the door, listening in confusion at the girl's estranged conversation.

"We found the WCKD frequency," Bea grinned causing Frypan's jaw to drop like Brenda's had previously.

"Shut up. No way." he gasped in disbelief.

"Yes way," Bea countered.

"We need to tell Vince," Harriet asserted almost instantly, "Me and Fry will find the other's. Brenda please watch Bea and for the love of god, please make sure she doesn't drink any more of that moonshine."

Brenda mock saluted at the girl as Harriet and Fry rushed to get the rest of their group. Bea sat down down giddily on her chair, swinging her legs as she waited. A buzzing noise rang in her head and she could begin to feel the taste of bile in her throat. Brenda tapped her foot on the floor impatiently, although there was a small, relieved smile on her face.

A stampede of footsteps brought both girl's attention to the door. Storming into the room was Vince, Thomas and Newt followed by Harriet and Fry.

"You did it?

"Did it work?"

"You found where WCKD are?"

"Are we going to be able to save them now?"

"Have you found the frequency?"

"Will you all shut up!" Harriet shouted, stopping the endless amount of questions that were being catapulted at Bea. The brunette girl smiled appreciatively at Harriet before planting her feet on the floor to stand up. As she did, her vision blurred, her legs feeling wobbly causing her to stumble into Brenda. The short-haired girl grasped her, making sure she could stay upright.

"What the hell happened to her?" Thomas frowned protectively.

"She's drunk on Fry's moonshine," Brenda responded, releasing her arm from Bea's waist now that she was steady.

"Okay," Bea spoke finally, "I did indeed find the frequency. We heard a bit of their conversation."

The other glanced between each other with an uncertain look on their faces. They turned their attention to the radio which was currently crackling, no speaking at all coming from it.

"Are you sure it was them?" Thomas asked in a nice tone, "I mean you are drunk. You might have mistaken some of the words."

"I know its definitely them as I heard Janson - ew - and they mentioned some 'Maze Trials'," Bea shook her head.

"Bea," Vince said kindly, in the same tone as Thomas, "Are you sure you didn't hear it wrong? I mean you do put a lot of pressure on yourself. Maybe you think that you heard it as you wanted yourself to hear-"

"No," Bea cut him off, "I did hear it. It is them - I swear! Ask the others."

"Fry?" Newt asked the dark-skinned boy, taking Bea up on her offer.

"I mean...I only came half way I think and then they shushed me so I don't really know - I didn't really hear any of what was being said...." Frypan trailed off, not being much help.

"Okay maybe don't ask him," Bea huffed, "But we did! Ask Harriet or-or Brenda. And stop second-guessing me. It's patronising."

"Well you're clearly drunk," Newt scoffed, "And it seems pretty obvious you heard wrong so-"

"Reynolds, this is Adams. Come in?"

"Copy. This is Reynolds."

"Mr. Janson wants you dispatched with the other subjects. Stevens and Lockwood were dropped to another sector last minute."

"I copy. Thank you for letting me know."

"No problem."

The line went silent, the crackling noise sounding again.

"Is that enough proof for you?" Bea mumbled. No one else spoke for a few seconds, standing there in complete shock.

"You did it..." Vince murmured in awe. Many 'oh my god's and 'well done's and 'this is amazing Bea's burst out in the room. The girl in question had a brief smile on her face, still slightly annoyed that they had doubted her. Although, it was probably a good idea to not bring up that she found the frequency from accidently knocking the antenna.

Thomas pulled her into a hug first, squeezing her tightly. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"We have to celebrate," Vince announced and everyone hummed in agreement. "Think you can whip up some more of your moonshine Fry?"

The dark skinned boy nodded, opening his mouth to speak but Brenda cut him off.

"But make sure Bea doesn't have any more. It would make her hangover worse than it's already going to be."

"Will do," Fry laughed. They filed out of the room one by one until Bea was the only person left.

"You coming?" Harriet asked by the door.

"I think I should just stay in here, in case they say anything important," Bea answered shrugging her shoulders.

"Nonsense. You're coming with us," Harriet scoffed, strolling into the room and grabbing Bea's arm. Bea sighed, rolling her eyes, letting herself be dragged away. Harriet was probably right anyways. The two made their way to the kitchen, Harriet instructing Bea what she should and should not drink.

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"Mr. Janson, when are the subjects going to be relocated to the city?"

"I told you before, it's two months Reynolds."

"Sorry sir."

"And need a remind you to not use this frequency when talking about classified information?"

"No, sorry sir. It will not happen again."

"Good."