"Newt! MaC!" Minho called.

"Yeah?" Newt stood, handing me the blood-soaked towel.

"Let the Med-Jacks take care of him," Minho said, most likely taking about Alby, "We need to talk. Bring MaC."

Newt looked down at me offering a hand. Giving the rags to the closest glader I took his outstretched hand and let him hoist me to my feet. "Go find Clint," I told the Glader, "tell him we got worse problem than guys with bloody splinters."

When I stepped away from the kid who had run off to do his job, Newt asked Minho, "Talk about what?"

Minho nodded at Thomas, but didn't say anything.

"Just come with me," Tommy said, turning before a word could be said in typical glader fashion.

He led us to the Slammer. I raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "Tommy-"

"Let her out," he said, standing by the cell door arms folded, "Let her out, and then we'll talk. Trust me- you wanna hear it."

Newt was covered in soot and dirt, his hair was matted with sweat and blood and he certainly wasn't in a good mood. "Tommy this it-"

"Please," he said, "Just open it- let her out. Please." He didn't seem to have any intention of giving up.

Minho stood in front of the door, hands on his hips, "how can we trust her?" He asked, "Soon as she woke up, the whole place fell to pieces. She even admitted she triggered something."

"Erm… uh, guys… cant she hear every word we're saying right now?" I said, standing by the window, nobody seemed to hear me however as they just continued on.

"He's got a point," Newt said.

Thomas gestured through the door at Teresa. "We can trust her. Every time I've talked to her, it's something about trying to get out of here. She was sent here just like the rest of us- it's stupid to think she's responsible for any of this."

Nest grunted, "Then what the bloody shuck did she mean by sayin she triggered something."

Thomas shrugged, "Who knows- her mind was doing all kinds of weird stuff when she woke up. Maybe we all went through that in the Box, talking gibberish before we came totally awake. Just let her out."

Newt and Minho exchanged a long look before glancing to me.

"Come on," Thomas insisted. "What she gonna do, run around and stab every Glader to death? Come one."

Minho sighed, "Fine, just let the stupid girl out."

"I'm not stupid!" she shouted, her voice muffled by the walls. "And I can hear every word you morons are saying!"

"Told you," I muttered, but was again, unheard.

"Real sweet girl you picked up, Tommy." Newt commented.

"Just hurry," Thomas said. "I'm sure we have a lot to do before the Grievers come back tonight- if they don't come during the day."

Newt grunted and stepping up to the Slammer, pulling his keys out as he did so. A few clinks later the door swung open wide. "Come one."

She walked out of the building, glowering at Newt as she passed him. She gaze a Minho a just as unpleasant glance before stopping to stand next to Thomas, avoiding my unimpressed look altogether.

"Alright, talk," Minho said, "What so important?"

I folded my arms as Thomas looked to Teresa.

"What?" She said, "You talk- They obviously think I'm a serial Killer."

Nice attitude girly, cue roll of my eyes.

"Yeah, you look so dangerous," Thomas muttered sarcastically before turning his attention to the three of us. "Okay, when Teresa was the first coming out of her deep sleep, she had memories flashing through her mind. She, um… She told me later that she remembers that the Maze is a code. That maybe instead of solving it to find a way out, it's trying to send a message."

"A code?" I questioned, noticing Teresa's eyes looking me up and down.

"How's it a code?" Minho asked.

Thomas shook his head. "I don't know for sure- you're way more familiar with the Maps than I am. But I have a theory. That's why I was hoping you guys could remember some of them."

Minho glanced between Newt and I his eyebrows raised in question, as if asking whether or not he should tell him. I shrugged, looking to Newt. I didn't see a problem with telling them. Newt nodded his consent.

"What?" Thomas asked, seemingly fed up with our shenanigans. "You guys keep acting like you have a secret."

Minho rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath, "We hid the Maps, Thomas."

"Huh?"

"We hid the Maps, Tommy," I repeated.

"But-"

"We hid the freaking Maps in the weapons room, put dummies in their place. Because of Alby's warning and because of the so-called Ending your girlfriend triggered."

Thomas seemed to visibly perk up with that information. He looked to Newt and I for confirmation. We nodded.

"They're safe and sound," Minho said, "Every last one of those suckers. So if you have a theory, get talking."

"Take me to them," Thomas said.

"Okay," Minho said, "Let's go.'

I switched on the light as we walked in. Shadows clung to the boxes of weapons scattered across the table and floor. Blades and sticks and other nasty weapons were scattered around the room. The dank musty smell only adding to the creepy feeling. I shrugged it off.

"I put each trunk's worth in its own box. Eight boxes total. They're all in there," Minho said.

"Which one is this?" Thomas asked, kneeling down beside on.

"Just open it," I told him, "Every page is marked, remember?"

Thomas opened the box revealing the Maps for Section Two lay in a messy heap. Thomas reaching in and pulled out a stack. "Okay, Runners have always compared these day to day, looking to see if there was a pattern that would somehow help figure out a way to an exit. You even said you didn't really know what you were looking for, but you kept studying them anyway, right?"

Minho nodded, arms folded looking like Tommy was about to reveal the secret to immortal life.

"Well," Tommy continued, "What if all the wall movements had nothing to do with a map or a maze or anything like that? What if instead the pattern spelled words? Some kind of clue that'll help us escape."

Minho pointed at the Maps in Thomas' hand, letting out a frustrated sigh, "Dude, you have any idea how much we've studied these things? Don't you think we would've noticed if it were spelling out freaking words?"

"Maybe it's too hard to see with the naked eye, just comparing one day to the next. And maybe you weren't supposed to compare one day to the next, but look at it one day at a time?"

Newt laughed, "Tommy, I might not be the sharpest guy in the Glade, but sounds like you're talkin' straight out your butt too me." I rolled my eyes, laying a hand on Newts shoulder and standing by his side as looked at Tommy.

"Okay, okay," he said, starting over, "You've always had one Runner assigned to one section right?"

"Right," Minho was genuinely interested.

"And that Runner makes a Map every day, and then compares it to the Maps from the previous days, for that section. What if, instead, you were supposed to compare the eight sections to each other, everyday? Each day being a separate clue or code? Did you ever compare sections to other sections?"

I nodded, looking to Minho, "Yeah, sort of."

Minho continued, "We tried to see fit hey made something when put together- of course we did that. We've tried everything."

"Wax paper," Thomas said as if he'd suddenly has a stroke pure genius.

Frypan was none too happy about having a whole box of his wax paper taken away, especially with their supplies being cut off. We'd had to tell him what we needed it for in order to get it from him.

We then spent about ten minutes hunting down pens and markers as most had been destroyed in the Map Room fire. We sat around the worktable in the weapons basement, Newt, Minho, Tommy, Teresa, and Me. We hadn't found any scissors, but Tommy had found some reasonably sharp knives.

"This better be good," Minho said, a warning in his voice, but interest in his eyes.

Newt leaned forward, elbows on the table, "Get on with it, Greenie."

"Okay," he said handing a knife to both Minho and me, "Start cutting rectangles, about the size of the Maps. Newt and Teresa, you can help me grab the first ten or so Maps from each section box."

"What is this, kiddie craft time?" Minho held up the knife, looking at it with disgust. "Why don't you just tell us what the klunk we're doing this for?"

"I'm done explaining," Thomas said, "It'll be easier to show you. If I'm wrong, I'm wrong and we can go back to running around the Maze like mice."

Minho sighed, clearly irritated as she muttered under his breath. "Aw, come on," I said quietly, nudging him with my elbow, "Give Tommy-boy a chance."

He snorted, a small smile on his face. I smiled, triumphantly setting about my appointed task.

"Teresa," Tommy said, "Can you help me a second?" He nodded towards the closet. The two of them returned with a small stack of Maps from each box. By then, Minho and I had a good sized pile of rectangles sitting on the table.

Thomas grabbed a few and held the papers up to the light before grabbing a marker. "Alright, everybody trace the last ten or so days onto a piece of this stuff. Make sure you write the info on top s we can keep track of what's what. When wer're done, I think we might see something." I looked over the papers, piecing together an idea of what he was thinking.

"What-" Minho began.

"No, Minho," I said, "I think I see where he's going with this."

So we kept cutting. And they kept writing.

"I've had enough," Newt finally announced, breaking the quiet. "My fingers here are bloody burning like a mother. See if its working."

Thomas put his markers down, flexing his fingers, "Okay, give me the last few days of each section- make piles along the table in order from Section One to Section Eight. One here," he pointed to an end, "to Eight here." He pointed to the end.

Silently we did as we were asked, watching as Tommy picked up a page from each pile making sure they were all from the same day. He laid them one on top of the other so that each drawing Maze matched the same day below it, until we were looking at eight different sections of the Maze at once.

Teresa gasped.

I smiled, breathing out a barely audible, "Well, shuck me."

There, in the center of the page was the Letter F.

"Man," Minho said.

"Could be a coincidence," Teresa said, "Do more, quick."

Thomas did, putting the eight pages of each day in order from Section One to Section Eight. Each time an obvious letter sat in the middle of the page. After the letter F was an L, then an O, and a T, Then C… A… T."

"Look," Thomas said pointing down the line of stacks they'd formed, confused, but happy that the letters were so obvious, "It spells FLOAT and then it spells CAT."

"Float Cat?" Newt asked, "Doesn't sound like a bloody rescue code to me."

"We just need to keep working," Tomas said.

Another couple of combinations lead us to find that the second word was actually CATCH. FLOAT and CATCH.

"Definitely not a coincidence," Minho said.

"Definitely not," Thomas agreed.

Teresa gestured towards the storage closet, "We need to go through all of them- all those boxes in there."

"Yeah," Thomas said, "Let's get on it."

"We can't help," Minho said.

He returned our glares. "At least not me and Thomas here. We need to get the Runners out in the Maze."

"What?" Thomas asked. "This is way more important!"

"Maybe," Minho said calmly, "but we can't miss a day out there. Not now."

"Why, Minho? You said the pattern's basically been repeating itself for months- one more day won't mean a thing."

Minho slammed his hand down on the table beside me, "That's bullcrap, Thomas! Of all days, this might be the most important to get out there. Something might've changed, something might've opened up. In fact with the freaking walls not closing the anymore, I think we should try your idea- stay out there overnight and do some deeper exploring." He said waiting a moment before saying, "If you ain't coming I'm takin' MaC with me instead."

I shrugged, "Sure Minho, of course I will, so kind of you to ask." I muttered. I elbowed me.

"But what about this code? What about-"

"Tommy," Newt said in a consoling voice, "Minho's right. You shanks go out and get Runnin'. I'll round up some Gladers we can trust and get workin' on this." He sounded more like a leader than ever before, a proud smile crept up on my face.

"Me too," Teresa agree, "I'll stay and help Newt."

"You sure?" Thomas asked her.

She smiled, folding her arms over her chest, "If you're going to decipher a hidden code from a complex set of different mazes, I'm pretty sure you need a girl's mind running the show," she said. I raised an eyebrow. "Or in this case," she continued after a moment's pause, "Two."

"Good that," Minho nodded and turned to go, "Everything's fine and dandy, come on." He started towards the door, but stopped upon realizing Thomas wasn't behind him.

"Don't worry, Tommy," Newt said, "Your girlfriend will be fine." I laughed quietly, watching as Thomas' face flushed red before turning to leave without so much as a goodbye.

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