"What do you plan to do with them?" One of the doctors asks Janson.

He paces the room angrily. "What can we do?! We can't reinsert the boy. He's too fragile now and could upset the data. It's a shame. It was the girl I really wanted to murder, but we'll need her to act as the Betrayer for the Scorch Trials. They don't know or trust Teresa at this point. Maybe they'll murder her for me after what she'll do."

"How soon should we prep her for insertion?" One of Janson's colleagues asks. "What sort of prep do you think she'll need?"

Janson waves a hand dismissively. "Don't give her the Swipe. We don't want to risk the 'potentially dangerous side effects'." Janson says mockingly. "Let her do it knowing all that she does. Who cares if it upset her. We can continue to use the boy as leverage, that way, she'll be more cooperative."

"And in the meantime?" A woman asks. "What shall we do with the boy?"

"Do I look like I care?" Janson spits. "Keep him here. Run some tests on him. Of course she brings one of the only non-Immunes in a group full of Munies! Compare his blood work with Teresa's. Do something useful. I don't care what."

"Yes, sir."

Just then, the door swung open and Right Arm soldiers swarmed in, raining bullets in every direction. Janson through one of the doctors in front of him as a human shield and took cover. Soon, all of his colleagues were dead and Janson had no choice but to act as though he was as well rather than risk sharing their fate.

The door to the Maze opened and Gladers spilled out shocked to see such a mess. Thomas was front and center, eyes puffy and red from the death of his little friend. It wouldn't matter anyway. The kid wasn't immune. He would've died anyway.

A man from the Right Arm approached them hurriedly. "We don't have time to explain, just follow me and run like your life depends on it. Because it does."

The Gladers obeyed and Janson watched, anger filling every fiber of his being, as his life's work escaped. He'd get them back. He'd get them back and anyone who got in his way would suffer.

"Where's your sister?" A woman with dark brown hair asks Thomas. Mary.

"They've got her and another boy, Newt, in there somewhere," Thomas says urgently.

"I'll go get them. Get them safe!" Mary leaves her colleagues and Janson is left the only person alive in the room.