I was still smiling when we got back to the Berg. I mean sure, I was heartbroken that Hans had died, but let's face it. After what he did right before he died, that stick deserved.
We exited out of the broken walls of Denver, and to the airport. After passing a few very nice looking Bergs, a few of which I highly considered steling because the owners were no doubt dead, we made it to our, well, Jorge's Berg.
Jorge punched in the code to open the back hatch from the outside, and we made our way through the storage room to a room where Minho set Chuck down and I used water bottles to clean his cuts.
"What happened." Newt demanded as he entered the room.
Jorge must've told him what happened. Or maybe Brenda. It could've been Brenda, but if it was her she probably made me seem like the bad guy 'cause, it's Brenda. And, well, she's talking to Newt.
And then there were hormones.
As if I was 'normal', the events that just happened finally got to me. What I saw on the hologram map, Chuck, Hans, what Brenda said to me.
Then tears. Newt, who was still in the dark for the most part about what happened, ran up to me and wrapped his arms around me whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
Soon, the waterworks stopped and the only proof that I was crying were my red eyes and a tear stain on the shoulder of Newt's shirt.
"Can you tell me what happened yet?" Newt asked and he pushed back my unruly short hair.
I nodded and wiped my face one last time. "Chuck got beat up by Cranks, and Hans wouldn't help us because of how I was part Crank and he didn't want to risk his safety, but then he got killed by Cranks any way so-o." I was giggling towards the end, but stopped whenI remembered the map.
"Stay here," I said to Newt as I stood up, but of course he didn't stay.
The engine roared to life and I ran to the the control room. We couldn't leave yet. We just couldn't.
"Jorge… stop… don't… leave…." Man, so I can beat up a few people easy peasy, but I can't sprint a few feet. That's messed up. Or maybe I just need to get back into shape. Sitting in a bed for a month then getting hypothermia doesn't help with body building like the Maze and the Scorch helped.
"Why what happened?" Jorge asked.
"Map," was all I said, then slid down the wall to sit.
Jorge pulled up the hologram map and cursed under his breath and cut the engine.
"What happened, why aren't we leaving yet?" Thomas asked, who was sitting next to Jorge.
"The Right Arm." He answered simply.
"As opposed to what? The Left Arm?" Minho laughed at his own joke.
"Shut up." I ordered. "The Right Arm is against WICKED, I think they're great, but I remember everything that WICKED has done for me so I don't care much for them. Their motive is great but my family has benefited much from WICKED, I mean, my mother is the shucking Chancellor." I explained. "Jorge, tell them who else is in the city."
"Group B."
"The people who captured me?"
"The people who captured Lizzy?"
"Actually, they-"
"Yes."
"They're also some of my favorite people. We need to get to them!" I exclaimed.
"There is no 'we'. You're staying here, someone needs to make sure Chuck is okay and so he doesn't die." Jorge told me.
"If she stays, I stay." Newt told him.
"Okay, if we don't get back in less than 4 days, go back to WICKED without us." Jorge ordered and I nodded.
AN : And see, the book part is kinda here somewhere, I mean they're looking for the Right Arm and Group B, and its just Tomas, Jorge, Brenda, and Minho, soooo.
Buh bye!