"Well if you're out ere' that means that they took the others in there" The British boy pointed toward a building beside the trucks, it seemed to lead underground, at the front of it a large steel door, bolted shut.

Minho eyed him suspiciously before speaking "You n' me." Minho grabbed the sleeve of the British boy pulling him around the side of the truck, so he faced the steel door. The spears point dug in against the boys back and Minho prodded him with it "Start walking." The bigger man moved toward them and Minho pulled his machete from his side arm pointing it in the direction of the bearded man, he stopped moving and raised his hands in surrender "You. Stay here." Minho ordered.

The British boy was quiet as he walked, unbolting the heavy steel door; it opened with a loud grinding shudder. Minho got close to the boys ear so only he would hear "You try anythin' and I'll turn you into a human kebab." The boy visibly curved in on himself "Whah-ever, I ave' people to find too." Minho turned the boy around to face him running the sharp point of the spear across his neck "You'd do well to listen to me, we get my friends. And then you're gonna be our human-shield to get out of here."

The British boy scoffed looking him dead in the eye for the first time so far "You really think they'd think twice about puttin' a bullet in my head. We ain't Wicks, in fact you and your mates are Wicks, not us." The British boys face was visible now under fluro lights; brown eyes, dishevelled blonde hair but an un-familiar face. He eyed Minho's intimidating appearance before smirking "I think they got just what they wanted. Look at ya'self-" a closed fist collided with the British boys face and he fell backward until he hit the wall, cradling his jaw in his hand as he watched Minho.

"Slim it and start walking."

The corridors were all grey cement, they were definitely underground. Small air vents lined the walls but they were either providing dull recycled air or none at all. The corridor felt stuffy and Minho felt sweat begin to bead at his forehead. They walked in silence with the occasional wary look that the British Boy threw over his shoulder.

"From what we could tell from our intel, they should be around ere'"

Minho stopped when the boy raised his hand signalling them to wait, "I think someone's comin'" he whispered moving to press himself against the wall, there was a corridor leading from the one they were in. Minho peeked around the corner and saw double doors ahead, he could see through the opaque glass, blurred shapes approaching on the other side.

"Stay there." Minho ordered running over to the other side of the corridor, positioning themselves at the edge ready to ambush whoever came through those doors.

"Ready?" Minho breathed holding his spear tight

The British boy nodded in reply, and the double doors swung open.

Minho took in a deep breath ready to attack the moment someone came around that corner, but what he saw made him let his guard down.

Newt dragged him with all his strength holding the arm around his neck, his other hand doing its best to hold up the boy's body. The moment he woke up he had figured this was just another test and got himself together, carrying Thomas as far as he possibly could.

"Newt."

Newt's head shot up, fear in his eyes, blood drained from his face, expecting to find a WICKED scientist in his way but found himself pleasantly surprised "Minho?"

"Well looks like they came to us." Newt shot a look over to the other boy who now appeared from the corner.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" Newt snapped

"Not the time for reunions, time to go." The British boy moved to wrap Thomas' other arm around his neck aiding Newt in carrying the boy. Minho could see that Newt didn't like the action one bit, but Minho had his weapons out, so he was in front. It was like something had changed between Minho and the British boy, the moment he helped to carry Thomas. Minho felt the possibility for mutual trust between them and these strangers.

The large steel door closed behind them and Minho searched for the bearded man, worried again that this was all just a test the moment the trucks doors had opened. Minho found him standing at the end of some narrow stairs, leading up onto a large Caterpillar dump truck, it was a large square vehicle, giant wheels, a box room for the driver's seat and a railed in area next to it; for others to stand. The machine was used for mining judging by its huge square back, built to haul material. The Veteran Runner stood in awe for a moment, the large man was small in scale comparison to the truck. A blinding shade of yellow glowed in the moonlight "Come on let's get out of here" he called to them.

The bearded man helped Newt carry Thomas up the steps, he still seemed out of it. Minho followed close behind the British boy he'd been threatening only moments ago. "Them Wicks gonna figure it soon enough, get her runnin'!" The boy ordered and the bearded man nodded, lying Thomas down on the railed in space next to the driver's box. Newt sat on the ground next to Thomas and Minho joined them. "He alive?" The British boy asked looking down at Newt, shifting his eyes between them and the WICKED facility like he couldn't wait to leave.

"He's just sleepin'" Newt assured siting with his back against the railing, he pulled Thomas up to sit in between his legs. "Alright you boys hold onto somethin' I'll be back." The British boy opened the door to the driver's box, his conversation was not audible to the others. Minho sheathed his machete sitting next to Newt with his spear still in his hand "Should we really be going anywhere with them?" the Veteran Runner worried

Newt looked at him for a long moment before answering, a heavy rumble accompanied the vibration underneath them as the truck roared to life "Look around Minho, there ain't nothin' for miles we'd be caught tryin' to carry Tommy by ourselves. These two, we can take em' if we have to." Newt wrapped his arm around Thomas' waist to hold him up, the boys head sat against the Keepers shoulder eyes still closed, undoubtedly still under the effects of the gas.

Minho nodded as the truck moved slowly taking them away from the facility "Well they're going the right way, that's good enough for me."