HERE IT IS! I have just finished writing this. I'm so sorry about the long wait but it's finally here and it complete. I will upload these chapters in pretty quick succession, as you have all waited so long for it. Thank you so much for sticking by me over the years and here we go!

The Death Cure

The months following the attack on the Right Arm base were manic. I spent the majority of the time convincing Thomas that the best way to rescue Minho was to come up with a plan rather than just rush in. Vince had somehow managed to convince the remaining members of the Right Arm to help us so we had the manpower, we just needed a base of operations, resources and reliable intel. Those were easier said than done.

Our base happened surprisingly quickly; we decided that the best place to go was the shore - easily defendable and it wasn't a bad view either. Helps the moral according to Newt, I think he just wanted to be by the sea. I have caught him just stood in the sand staring at the ocean. He told me once that he was imagining where we would end up. Imagining what a real safe haven would look like. A place where we didn't have to worry about WICKED's next move or where the next danger was coming from; where we could focus on us, on growing up and starting to move on with our lives. I liked when he spoke about the future, it seemed so far away, but when he talked about it, it felt like a possibility. And that's all we needed to spur us on; the possibility of a new life. A life without WICKED. Felt like a dream. Of course moral wasn't the only reason we chose the sea; the massive docked ship helped too. Vince was convinced that with the right materials and time he could get it working and we could escape to somewhere safe. A place that hadn't been scorched. It had to exist, it just had too. The whole world couldn't be destroyed. I'd had dreams of being surrounded by green again; trees and grass as far as the eye could see. Paradise.

Vince's people were good, don't get me wrong, but they needed to be better if we were gonna have any chance at taking down WICKED. So, we trained. I was amazed at how quickly they all picked up the basics. Every day we trained harder and harder and harder. Newt said I was being too harsh, but I disagreed. We'd already lost so many people already; I wasn't prepared to send these people into this fight without at least some basic training behind them! He let off after that. We all finished our days, bruised and sore, but we were improving and that's what mattered. We were never going to be an elite hit squad, but we were getting pretty slick. It was after about 2 or 3 months of training that I decided it was time to start planning our rescue.

It took us a while to figure out how to get the resources we needed. It started with taking out small groups of WICKED forces; one or two cars at a time. Once we had firepower, we were able to start taking larger risks. Our breakthrough came when we found the radio frequency that the scouts were using to communicate with the hub. It meant we knew exactly where they would be and could ambush. This fixed the reliable intel problem as well. Who's more reliable than the enemy themselves? They cottoned on quick that we had a way of knowing where they would be, but instead of changing their radio frequency they decided to fight fire with fire. Quite literally. More and more guards stated showing up on detail, which obviously was fine with us. Just meant that we were getting more guns, more ammo and disguises. Those came in particularly handy when we decided to storm a small WICKED compound – made off with more than we could carry before they even realised we had been there. All in all, we were feeling pretty confident after 5 months of prep, so decided to put our rescue plan into action. We started dropping intel on the radio that we were going to hit the base where they were keeping the kids (and Minho). We didn't actually know the location, but they didn't need to know that. It worked like a charm. 3 weeks into us dropping this intel we heard chatter about the kids being moved to a more safe, secure location. This was it! It was time to rescue our friends.

We had been training for this moment for months. The kids were being moved by train tomorrow. We had already scoped out the train line and had gone over our plan a thousand times. We had it down. If everything went right, we would have all the kidnapped kids by tomorrow night. That was the hope anyway.


I feel the cool night air wash over my skin, as I sit gazing out over the camp. Lights flicker throughout as people prepare for tomorrows events. The camp buzzes; excitement, nerves, fear; the atmosphere feels electric. No-one will sleep tonight. A warm hand touches my shoulder. I sigh.

"You should come to bed," Newt says gently. "Tomorrow is going to take it out of all of us." I don't move. Newt sighs and comes to sit next me. I look at him.

"There is so much that could go wrong." I whisper, chewing my bottom lip. "This could be a trap; they could know we are coming and lose everything. This is the biggest thing we have ever done, and it could backfire."

"Or…" Newt interrupts, "Everything could go as planned. We take the carriage quick and fast and tomorrow evening we will be reunited with Minho, Aris and the rest of the kids. We've planned for this. We've trained. We can do this." He rests his head on my shoulder and takes a small breath in. I rest my head on his. He's right. We've planned for every outcome. We have backup plan on backup plan. We can do this. I start to nod my head.

"You're right." He looks up at my statement. "We can do this." He smiles and kisses me slowly. Even now, after 6 months of being together, my stomach goes haywire every time he's near me. We part with a small sigh and I let him pull me up onto my feet. He wraps an arm round my waist, and we walk in silence back to our bed. That's the one problem with this base, there's no privacy. Everyone ends up sleeping on top of each other, we live, train and socialise all in the same place. Newt and I settle into our bed and I rest my head on his chest. I listen to his heartbeat beating gently, gradually lulling me to sleep.


The next morning came far too quickly in my opinion, the buzz of camp waking me up as soon as the sun rose. This was it. We were ready. I dressed quickly, woke Newt with a quick kiss and headed to the planning room. Jorge and Vince were already there making sure they knew what they were doing.

"You guys doing okay?" I ask, looking over the guns, and equipment we had gathered for today's rescue. They both nodded.

"We're good," Jorge smiles. "It's a good plan." I nod.

"If it works…" I can't help but worry about today.

"It will work." A voice from behind me makes me jump. Thomas, Newt, Fry and Jak are all stood in the doorway. I nod at Thomas.

"Yeah, it will." I look round at our team which consists of Thomas, Fry, Newt, Jorge, Vince, Harriet, Brenda and some trusted men of Vince's and take a breath. "Okay, today is the day. They're moving the kids by train at 2pm today. Does everyone know where they're gonna be?"

Jorge nodded and spoke up first, "You, me and Brenda will be the initial distraction." I nod. Thomas pipes up next.

"You'll distract the drivers and guards for long enough so that Vince and I can get on the back of the train and make our way to the carriage holding the kids. We'll blow up the connector, to separate it from the rest of the train."

"We'll jump out from where we are waiting…" Newt gestures to a couple of Vince's guys, "and use the blowtorches to cut the metal holding the container to the train." Brenda smirks.

"Whilst that's happening, we will be leading away the helicopter that will be called for backup, and take it, with help from Fry, Harriet and the others."

"And we will bring the heli back to you, lower the hook, you guys hook up the container and we fly off home," I finish with a nod. I look around at the team. "Okay, we're ready." I turn to leave when a voice calls me back; Jak.

"Remind me why I can't come again?" He says unimpressed.

"I need you here, okay. I need you to be safe. Prepare for us to leave." He rolls his eyes but nod's, hugging me tightly before wandering off back to his friends. I forget that Jak is so young and deserves to be young, so I refuse to take him out on missions. Thomas couldn't understand it, having been through The Maze and The Scorch with us, but I explained that Jak needs to be allowed to be a kid. Having grown up in the maze none of us were allowed that but he's still young enough to have a childhood. We can have a childhood vicariously through him. I smile as I watch him laugh and play with a couple of kids his age before turning and leaving.


The rumbling of the car does nothing to help my nerves. Jorge is taking Newt and the other boys to their waiting point ready for the ambush. Newt sits opposite me, gripping my hands tightly. I look up at him and smile gently. The confidence pours off him in waves. He believes in this plan 100%, and his confidence gives me a wave of confidence too. It's gonna work. It's gonna work.

"Yeah it is," Newt smirks. I look up at him.

"Did I say that out loud?" I laugh at his growing grin. He nods. The car rocks to a stop as we arrive at the rocks the boys are going to hide behind. Everyone jumps out of the car and gives each other hugs of luck. I hold Newt against me tightly.

"It'll be okay Kira. I promise." I nod against his chest.

"Of course it will. We're going to get them back." I agree. I look up at him. I swear he's gotten taller in the last 6 months. He smiles down at me and placing his hands on the side of my head kisses me sweetly.

"I'll see you soon okay."

I let go of him and get back in the car. Turning to face him I cock my gun and say, "Not if I see you first!" He smirks and walks behind the rock. Jorge pulls away and we go soaring over the train track and up to a cliff with a perfect view of the train's path.

"And now we wait," I comment turning to Brenda. She nods gently as we peer at Jorge's pocket watch. 1.45. 15 minutes.


"They're late." Jorge says, 20 minutes later. Yes they we're. We all glance back at the tracks, but before anyone can speak a loud train whistle fills our ears. I smirk at the pair, and ready my gun.

"Here we go!" We speed off down the cliff face, barrelling towards the train as fast as the car will go. Jorge jerks the car so we are now parallel with the train. My radio crackles into life.

"Kira, we're coming up behind. Keep 'em busy." I peer behind us and see Thomas and Vince racing onto the tracks and slowly gaining in the back of the train.

"My pleasure," I say into the radio. Poking my head up through the top of the car, I line up my sight with the driver of the train. It's a little challenging, with Jorge jerking the car around so much but nothing I can't handle. I take a deep breath and as I exhale I shoot.

BANG

One shot straight through the window, taking out one of the drivers. The other ducks down so I can't see him, so I sit back down in the car. Brenda starts shooting at the window making sure the other driver stays down. I turn to see Thomas and Vince jumping onto the bac of the train and a huge helicopter incoming. Perfect. I tap Jorge on the shoulder.

"Bird incoming," I shout over the noise of the train. He laughs loudly and continues to drive.

"Hey, guys, you got company!" Thomas's voice crackles through the radio once more. I laugh.

"NO SHIT!" I reply, amused and slightly terrified at the same time.

"Go, go, go!" Brenda smacks the dashboard, clearly willing the car to go faster. I notice the heli turn towards us and it's guns opening up at the front. Shit.

"Watch out!" I shout, ducking down into the base of the car. A shot comes from the chopper and a huge explosion goes off next to us.

"Holy shit!" Brenda screams as the explosion shakes the vehicle. Brenda grabs my radio. "Thomas, you're on your own. Don't die." She shouts as Jorge jerks the vehicle left and races towards the cliffs and our rendezvous with the others.

"Good luck!" Thomas's voice crackles over one more time before going quiet. I turned to make sure we were being followed and grinned when I realised our plan was working. I grip Brenda's shoulder tightly as the car jumps up and down on the rough surface of the ground. She turns and grins right back at me. I smirk as I see our rendezvous up ahead. We drive into the dead end and swerve so we are facing the helicopter.

"Step out of the vehicle with your hands up." The pilots voice comes loud and clear ringing across the desert. I put my gun over my body and step out of the vehicle. 5 or 6 men come running forward, guns raised. I flick my eyes down to the floor where our trap is ready.

"Stop right there. Don't move." The guy out front shouts. We ignore this command and take a small step back. "I said freeze, asshole!" We stop walking backwards, and look up at the men. They keep coming forward and now 3 are stood over out trap.

"Whatever you say, hermano," Jorge quips. I flick my eyes down again whilst Brenda gives the signal. Fry activates the trap and 3 of the WICKED soldiers fall straight down into a hole. Fry and two others come out from behind rocks, guns raised.

"Y'all don't wanna do that now," Fry drawls form behind one of the guards. I give Fry a wink.

"Hey Fry," Brenda smirks.

"Good to see you guys," He grins. I look over to the chopper to see Harriet with a gun to the pilots head. I take a deep breath. This was all going to plan. We left the soldiers on land and set flight back to the tracks. I sat up front with Jorge, until we could see the tracks and then ran back to help the others with the hook. Brenda pushes a button on the wall causing the floor to open and the hook to decend.

"Lower!" I can hear Tommy yelling form the top of the carriage, but there's nothing we can do to make it go any faster. I look through the hole and watch Tommy grab the hook as soon as he can reach it. I let out a large breath that I didn't realise I was holding when Newt comes into view and helps him attach the container to the hook. Once it's attached Thomas shouts, "All right, we're clear!"

"Jorge, now!" I shout and receive a nod in return. I can hear gunfire as we start to ascend into the sky, container and the rest of our team attached. The gunfire soon fades away and all I can hear is the cheers of our family from below.

"We're going home, baby!" Jorge cries at the top of his lungs.


First Chapter Done! What did everyone think. I'd be thrilled if i got some reviews for the 3rd and final instalment of this story. Thank you so much again for all my readers.

I promise you will not need to wait long for the next chapter.

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Zoe xx