Brenda looked at Thomas with panicked eyes, her face full of pain as the stranger dragged her across the
metal floor of the Berg. Toward the hatch and certain death.
When he was halfway there, Thomas acted.
He jumped forward and slammed into the man’s knees, tackling him to the floor; the gun clattered on the
ground next to him. Brenda fell to the side, but Teresa was there to catch her, pull her back from the
dangerous edge of the door. Thomas put his left forearm against the man’s throat and reached for the gun
with his other hand. His fingers found it, gripped it, pulled it close to him. He jumped up and away and
held the pistol with both hands, pointing it at the stranger sprawled on his back.
“No one else dies,” Thomas said, breathing heavily, somewhat shocked at himself. “If we haven’t done
enough to pass your stupid tests, then we fail. The tests are over.” As he said it, he wondered if this was
supposed to happen. But even that didn’t matter—he meant every word he’d said. The senseless killing
and dying had to end.
The stranger’s face softened into the slightest hint of a smile and he sat up and scooted backward until
he bumped into the wall. As he did so, the large cargo door began closing, the squeak of its hinges like
squealing pigs. No one said anything until it clanked shut, one last rush of wind surging through before it
did.
“My name’s David,” the man said, his voice loud in the new silence, broken only by the low hum of the
ship’s engines and thrusters. “And don’t worry, you’re right. It’s over. It’s all over.”
Thomas nodded mockingly. “Yeah, we’ve heard that before. This time we mean it. We’re not going to
sit back and let you treat us like rats anymore. We’re done.”
David took a moment to scan the large cargo hold, maybe seeing whether the others agreed with what
Thomas had just said. Thomas didn’t dare break his gaze, though. He had to believe that they were all
behind him.
Finally, David looked back at Thomas, then slowly got to his feet, raising a hand in conciliation as he
did so. Once he was standing, he put both hands in his pockets. “What you don’t understand is that
everything has gone and will continue to go as planned. But you’re right, the Trials are complete. We’re
taking you to a place of safety—a real place of safety. No more tests, no more lies, no more setups. No
more pretending.”
He paused. “I can only promise one thing. When you hear why we’ve put you through this, and why it’s
so important that so many of you survived, you’ll understand. I promise you’ll understand.”
Minho snorted. “That’s the biggest bunch of klunk I’ve ever heard in my life.”
Thomas couldn’t help but feel a little relief that his friend hadn’t lost his fire. “And what about the
cure? We were promised. For us and the two who helped us get here. How can we believe anything you
tell us?”
“Think what you want for now,” David said. “Things will change from here out, and you’ll get the cure,
just like you were told. As soon as we get back to headquarters. You can keep that gun, by the way—
we’ll even give you some more, if you’d like. There’ll be nothing else for you to fight against, no tests or
trials to ignore or refuse. Our Berg will land, you’ll see that you’re safe and cured, and then you can do
what you want. The only thing we’ll ever ask you to do again is to listen. Only to listen. I’m sure you’re at
least intrigued by what’s behind all this?”
Thomas wanted to scream at the man but knew it’d serve no point. Instead he answered in as calm a
voice as possible. “No more games.”
“First sign of trouble,” Minho added, “we start fighting. If that means we die, then so be it.”
David smiled fully this time. “You know, that’s exactly what we predicted you’d do at this point.” He
motioned with an arm toward a small door at the back of the cargo hold. “Shall we?”
Newt spoke up this time. “What’s next on the bloody agenda?”
“Just thought you’d like to eat something, maybe take a shower. Sleep.” He started walking around the
crowd of Gladers and girls. “It’s a very long flight.”
Thomas and the others spent a few seconds exchanging glances. But in the end they followed. They
really had no other option.
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