Thomas had thought they won. They had a life away from WCKD. Free of Cranks. Free of the trials. But he was wrong. Somehow, they had found them. He heard planes flying above. It was obvious they were there for them, because they were still circling 30 minutes later. Fry had suggested that they hadn't found them, that they were looking for something else. Minho quickly shut that theory down, pointing out the gladers weren't exactly concealed. Well they were completely fucked. They noticed something wrong with the planes however, they weren't birds. They didn't have W.C.K.D printed on the side in big white letters.

"Maybe it's not WCKD," Fry suggested, he was being very positive lately. It was annoying at first, but now it is kind of nice.

"Slim it fry! Who else that we know has birds you buggin 'slinthead," Minho stated, slapping the back of the boy's head.

"Well sorry, just trying to be a little positive," Frypan retorted.

"Both of you slim it!" Newt said. "Bloody babies, that's what you are. Any ideas Tommy?"

"Not at the moment can't particularly out run a plane." Thomas looked back at the boat. It would be noticeable if they started swimming for it. And even if they did make it, they couldn't outrun a plane with that piece of klunk.

"Shit this isn't good," Thomas looked back at the group, who was staring at him, waiting for him to think of something to say.

"I've got nothin"

Jorge looked at him "Oh you've got to be kidding me. Kid, you really leaving us on a cliff here?"

"Wait, Vince, do we still have the...What's it called… the thingy that shoots-"

"Gun," Vince raised his brows. Thomas rolled his eyes.

"No not just a gun you slinthead, you didn't let me finish! It's connected to the car!"

"Yeah, thats a gun. It's just mounted to a vehicle! And we didn't bring that, it is at the old camp. You know the one that your girlfriend destroyed." Thomas made a face.

"Your a shuck face you know. A real pain in my ass," The sound of the planes grew closer, they weren;t just circling anymore, they were landing.

"Shit! Fuck were gonners," Brenda punched Thomas' shoulder. "It was nice knowin' y'all"

"Well your Mrs. Negative today aren't ya?" Fry asked. Thomas glared at her, rubbing his tender shoulder.

"No, i'm just being Mrs. Realistic!" Brenda replied, eyes narrowing.

"Slim it, both of ya! Tommy, we should get everyone armed just in case," Newt stood up, already moving to the armory when a gust of wind blew over the huts. The planes were landing already, they didn't have time to grab necessities, they needed to run.

"Shit, fuck, god dammit not agian." Vince was loading one of the big guns with all the ammunition they had. Thomas snapped out of his daze and started helping pack smaller guns while kids around him were grabbing food and whatever else they could reach.

"Alright you shuck faces we are out of time!" Thomas yelled over the loud beating of the planes. "Grab what you packed, stick together, don't look back, and run like hell."

"Inspiring Tommy. I feel so much better now" Newt patted him on the back and took off in the direction of the crowd. Thomas muttered a thanks before taking off after him, Minho at his side. They could hear yelling and the pounding of feet behind them, but they didn't look back.

"Hey Thomas? Quick question. Where the finch are we gonna go?" Sonya yelled over the wind. Thomas looked around, dumbstruck.

"Uhhhhhh,"

"Well glad we cleared that up! I thought we were gonna have nowhere to shucking go!" Minho replied. Thomas rolled his eyes. That klunk head!

"Maybe I could figure it out if you quit whining!"

"Shuck you!"

"OI! SLIM IT! You're giving me a shucking headache!" Newt glared at them. "We should head to the boats. That way, when they land, they're going to hafta restart the planes and take off again!"

"Ah-hah! I knew you were the smart one! Good thinking Newtie!" Thomas grinned at him. Newt cuffed him in the head. Thomas smirked. The group made their way over rocks and fallen leaves and to the shore on the opposite side of the camp. After throwing their stuff inside, the boats were boarded and the strongest people mounted the oars. When Thomas looked back to the island, he saw WCKD or whoever the hell were chasing them `4wcsturn back the way they came. He smirked. Their plan had worked.

(Time jump brought to you by knife that stabbed Chuck)

They had been rowing for hours now. Vince had thought it would be a good idea to split the group up, just in case they came looking for them. They had decided to meet up at the old camp. It had been long since WCKD had completely destroyed everything so Vince felt it would be a safe place to go. Just until they figured out what to do. That left Thomas, Newt, Minho, Fry, Gally, Harriet, Sonya, Aris, Brenda, Jorge, and a few other random kids. Vince had taken the majority of the group since he knew the ocean better than anyone else. Thomas was rowing the boat now, they were taking turns sleeping and fishing. Call them idiots for starting a fire on a boat made of wood, but they had to stay full somehow. One of the kids had gotten seasick and fell overboard. They tried to save him, but considering none of them could swim, the poor kid ended up drowning. On the bright side, as Gally had put it, one less belly to feed. Newt had said it was insensitive of him. Gally replied that they couldn't spare sensitivity for a nameless kid. Newt slapped him. Thomas sighed, they had the worst luck ever.

"Hey Thomas, do you even know where you're goin?" Fry asked, pulling a squirming fish over board. He pulled a knife out of his sheath and stabbed the fish in the head.

"Uhhhh...yeah? I tooootally got this! Have a little faith!" Thomas looked up at the sky "Yeah I have no shucking idea where we are"

"Well, that's absolutely finching perfect," Harriet replied with a growl. Thomas held his hands up.

"So sorry, s'not like im a shucking captain or anything!" Thomas stated slapping one of the oars in the water, causing water to spray over the majority of the group.

"Aye! Watch where you put that thing ya shank!" Minho yelled, wiping the salty water off of his face.

"Will you guys be quiet?" Aris grumbled. "Some of us are trying to sleep!"

"Aw I'm sorry! Does wittle Awis need some beauty sleep!"

"Finch you crackhead!"

"GUYS!" Newt pointed to the sky. Thomas followed his fingers and spotted the planes from before.

"OH SHIT! Wait, why am I screaming. We're in the water, they can't get us, hehe!"

"THEY CAN FUCKING FOLLOW US YOU NUMBNUTS!"Jorge screamed.

"OH SHIT!"

"Malditos estos niños" he muttered in return.

"ENGLISH!" Jorge rolled his eyes.

"I said damn these kids. You are all a bunch of idiots. I know you have your memories wiped but I didn't realize they wiped your common sense"

"Wait really? All of that fit that small expression?" Aris looked awestruck. The other gladers stared at him. "What?"

"See, a bunch of damn idiots." Jorge looked at Aris. "No what is said in spanish was 'damn these kids' everything else i added on. Did you get that or do you need me to dumn that down to?"

"Oh…" Aris looked down, embarrassed. Sonya rubbed his back comfortingly.

"Ok, I love all this shucking small talk we have goin on here, but we need to figure out how to lose these slintheads above us!" Just as Gally stated the obvious, the people in the planes sent long ropes down to the water. One by one they started to slide down, getting into motorized boats that were dropped moments before.

"What the actual shuck," Thomas said after a moment.

"Oh shit we're dead," Brenda said.

"PADDLE HARDER!" Newt screamed. The boat started moving in a wet mess. In their haste, the oarsmen became sloppy and uncoordinated, which resulted in the boat tipping.

"SHUCK MY SHUCKING LIFE!" Minho shouted. Thomas began to drown, gasping for breath when he periodically broke through the surface. He felt strong arms grab his armpits as he was lifted up into one of the boats. Thomas started thrashing around. Kicking and punching everything in sight. He took a moment to look around, he saw his friends in the same situations, being dragged into the slick, black boats. His movements started to decrease as he grew tired, already out of breath from his near pathetic drowning.

"LET ME GO!" He accidentally elbowed himself in the face trying to wrench his arm free from his captors.

"Kid, clam down, we're here to help. We aren't WCKD. Were the FBI, you have been kidnapped. We are here to save you," When of the men in black stated. He had a hat that had three letters on it. FBI.

"Like I shucking, believe you! The last person who told me that tried to kill me for crying out loud! What even is an FBI?"

"Just as we thought" another person stated, this was a female. "Their memories are gone,"

"Har, har! Newsflash you slint heads were the ones who did it! Now let me and my friends go or...or...I don't know what we will do, but when we do it it will be REALLY bad!" The "FBI" people chuckled at that, causing Thomas to pout.

"Where the hell are we even going"

"Were taking you home kid,"