Minho puts his hands on his hips.

What was she thinking? Just running into the Maze, the wrong way, alone, without weapons and a dozen Grievers waiting for her?

Minho almost wants to slap her right in the face for being so stupid, but he holds back. Instead of that, he grins and gestures to the small group behind him.

"Will this be enough people to help you search?" he asks Lauren.

She nods and smiles thankfully. "Yes. It is. Thank you."

"Then we need to make some preparations," Minho says. "We're gonna need weapons and that kind of stuff, believe me."

Lauren nods, her cheeks reddening. She must have realized that she was doing something wrong, Minho thinks with a small smile.

He turns on his heels and starts to walk, straight to the weapons room. Frypan, Ben, Josiah, Gus and Lauren follow him. They are all silent, and Minho knows they are because they know that they are going to risk their lives for someone who might be dead. Minho can feel the doubt as well; what if their friend doesn't live anymore?

But he can also feel hope, and it is growing with every step as he walks toward the weapons room. He pulls the key out of his pocket and opens the door. He and the little 'rescue team' walk in.

Minho sees Lauren look around with her mouth opened, and he grins. He knows he must have looked quite the same when he came here for the first time. It was really strange to walk into a room and see that all of the shelfs were filled with weapons, though he was sure that he was the first one to go in there.

Minho gets pulled out of his thoughts when he sees Lauren grab a gigantic sword, almost as long as his whole arm. He runs toward her.

"Whoa, wait a minute," he shouts. Lauren looks up, surprised. "What?"

"Put that thing down," Minho says, less loud now. "You are not going to use that sword. It's too dangerous. I don't want you to chop us all in pieces before we even know it."

"But I know how to use it!" Lauren shouts out.

Minho takes a surprised step backwards. "You do?"

"Yes. My father teached me how to use a sword like this." Sadness flashes through her eyes.

"Okay, okay, okay," Minho says, his hands in front of him. "You know what? Put that one on your belt and choose another, smaller one. You can use the big sword when it gets really hopeless."

Lauren smiles. She seems satisfied with this solution. "Deal."

She walks away, to a shelf with smaller knives.

Minho shakes his head, grinning, and picks up a long machete that has fallen on the ground. He quickly ties it on his back and looks around in the room.

The others have chosen their weapons as well; mostly knives, Minho notices. Only Josiah is carrying a bow and arrow.

"All right," Minho shouts, though he actually doesn't need to speak louder. "I'm not going to do complicated. Search Newt, find him, save him."

Without saying any more words, the group runs toward the North door.

From now on, there is no going back.

Double update, because it was my birthday yesterday and because I've scared you all so much...