Teresa walked through the city, her heals clipping against the concrete and her posture stiff. She subtly glanced around her, and if anyone was looking close enough- you could see, something was wrong. Next to her, was a masked figure, a large weapon in his hand as he kept up with her pace. Teresa shifted her gaze toward him, her expression hinting towards irritation and fear. Wonder why. 

They walked through the main building. And Teresa slightly faltered as she saw others, real security guards, and a few feet ahead of them, a machine that seemed to look like a metal detector. She contemplated screaming for help, although, she couldn't get the chance, as she heard Thomas' low voice in her ear, "Don't stop." He ordered. 

Teresa kept walking. 

Surely, the suspicions of other civilians would begin to rise, given how close Thomas was walking to her. He needed to ensure she wouldn't walk away again. He didn't trust her. But then again, who would?

Suddenly, another masked figure stepped in front of them, and the air grew tense. Thomas tilted his head lightly, the other uniformed guard mirroring his actions, before he nodded his head, signaling for them to keep moving. 

It was newt. 

Thomas lightly pushed Teresa in front of him, so she was now in-between him and Newt, before they turned corners, finding a small staircase that they swiftly traveled down. The lower level they were now on seemed to be a garage, and there was a large glass that revealed the entire car port. On the other side of the glass, was yet another safeguard. His pace picked up as he had left the car port section, and was now walking by Teresa, and the gladers. 

It was Gally. 

Gally led them down the narrowed hall, and came to a stop at a large, metal door. There was a scanner, and it was obvious that they needed a key card to get in. Thankfully, the glader had one. Waiting at the metal door, was a shorter safeguard. If you looked hard enough, you could tell that the uniform was slightly baggy on their body. 

That one was Aife. 

Gally scanned his card, and the door opened with a loud, creaaaak. They swiftly entered the room, ready to race down the stairs before. . . 

"Wait, I think I can get in here!" Gally voiced, pulling off his mask as before he felt around at the junction box. Aife and the others slowly turned around, seeing the boy who was glistening with sweat reach into his pocket, tossing Thomas a small device before the said boy continued to make his way down the stairs. 

Aife, Newt, and Teresa stayed with Gally. 

The blond haired boy was leaning over the railing, his mask lifted on top of his head so he could breath better. He felt like a hand was squeezing around his throat, and he felt as though a torch has being held to his skin as torture. He began to cough rather uncontrollably, his eyes squeezed shut as he gripped onto the banister. 

Aife was quick to move next to him, pulling off her mask with her left hand, and her right hand going up behind him. She began to rub his back, her eyebrows were pulled together as she looked at him, "Hey. Hey, you alright?" She knew he wasn't. He had told her, the same day he had told Thomas. After she spoke to her brother, Axel, she sat there, alone. She was upset. She didn't hear him say, I love you. Hell, she didn't even know if he had said it back. Newt had wandered in, he was much calmer now. He seemed rather embarrassed at his previous outburst of anger. 

He had asked if she was alright. She ignored his question, and simply repeated his words, to which he responded, "I wanted to say I'm sorry, about the way I acted," Aife shook her head, making a face. 

"You have nothing to apologize for, Newt." She lightly shook her head as he pulled up a chair, sitting down before leaning forward, his elbows on his knees. The boy cleared his throat, nodding his head toward the radio. He could see that she had. . . shifted stuff around. 

"How'd it go, ya' know, with Axel, and all?" He questioned, his eyebrows raising as he fidgeted with his fingers. 

"He's alright. But don't- don't worry about him. We're talking about you. You seem like you've got a lot to say, so what's up? Talk to me," She voiced, shifting in her chair to face her body towards him. She was giving her all his attention. He couldn't help but chuckle lightly, she was still willing to listen. Just like It used to be. 

"Well," He reached for his sleeve, his fingers tampering with it out of nervousness before he began to roll it up, "It's not exactly the best thing to focus on right now, but uh. . ." His tone was dismissing. He heard Aife gasp lightly, her fingers immediately reaching forward to grab his arm to get a closer look. He nearly pulled back, but he didn't. 

Aife touched delicately, her fingers grazing along the dark veins that looked as though they were fighting to get out of his skin, "How long has it been? Why didn't you say anything?" She questioned, her eyes snapping up to meet his. 

"A while. We needed to focus on getting Minho back, and it never seemed to be the right time, so. . ." He faltered. 

"Still, you should've told me, Newt. We could've thought of something sooner." Her tone was growing more stern, and Newt lowered his gaze to his arm, seeing her still lightly running her fingertips over the scar. Aife hesitated before she pulled back. 

"I know, I know," He fell into a whisper, and for a moment, the two were silent. 

"I'm gonna figure this out, Newt, alright? I'm gonna find out how to make it better." Her voice was so promising, that the boy couldn't help but feel a spark of hope grow in his chest. He knew there was no saving him. He met her eyes once again, and she looked at him with a glint of determination. Her vision began to blur, and she knew that tears were welling up in her hazel eyes.  

"Yeah?" He asked, a small scoff escaping his lips. 

"Yeah. Whatever it takes,"

"Whatever it takes." 

Currently, Aife could see that his lips were chapped, and pale. He had eye bags, and his skin was coated with a layer of sweat. His hair stuck to his forehead, and it was damp as though he had been running a marathon. 

"Yeah. I'm alright," Newt whispered back to her, he slowly looked up, seeing Teresa sitting on the floor, watching him with a frown on her features. Newt turned away from her, leaning against the railing as he pursed his lips together in frustration. Aife sent a glare towards Teresa. All that could be heard was the sound of drilling, coming from Gally, who continued to work on prying the junction box open. Footsteps sounded from the lower level, and Aife tensed, until she heard the familiar voice of Thomas, who spoke into a walkie-talkie as he made his way back to them. 

"Frypan, how you doin?" 

Aife could faintly hear Frypan reply, as the static had grown rather loud, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm gettin there. Tell Minho hi for me," 

At that, Thomas replied, "Hang in there, Fry." He then moved to hover over Gally's shoulder. 

Gally managed to open the circuit panel, reaching in with his gloved fingers and checking the labels on the wires, "This'll work," He declared. 

Thomas turned away, bringing the walkie talkie up to his mouth once again, "Brenda, what's your status," He questioned, his tone sounded rushed. 

Brenda replied just a minute later, her voice low and her words slurred together, "Status is, i'm workin' on it."She remarked. 

"Copy," Thomas said, his shoulders rising and falling as he began to breath heavily out of nervousness, "Just make sure you're ready on your end."

Brenda's voice sounded from the two-way radio once more, and she sounded like she was fighting back a teasing grin, "Don't worry, you know I'm gonna be there." At that, Thomas placed the radio back in his waistband, and at hearing Gally place a device in the junction box and slam the circuit panel , he turned his head. 

"Alright, lets go," Gally instructed. The five of them began to race down the stairs. 

Somewhere near the city, in an underground garage, was a room with multiple computers. The room was lit up, and multiple men were glancing at each others screens, as they typed away at the computer. 

"They did it," A man voiced, leaning away from the computer and turning around to face his boss, who stood there with his mouth agape, "we're in."

Lawrence stood with his eyes wide, before he darted his tongue out and over his lips, he allowed a satisfied smirk to tug at the corner of his scarred lips, "Good, give me everything." He glanced around the room, and he felt excitement surge through his veins. 

"I want full control."