Disclaimer: I don't own Death Cure. Wish I did.
Chapter Thirteen:
Returning to the meeting room, food had been served as everyone packed in whatever they could. Brenda slid me a sandwich on a platter which I ate gratefully, giving her a warm smile. No one wanted to discuss business, what would be the point. Thomas call's the shots so we move on his word.
Gally had this anxious look about him. "We've got one shot at this, everything has to be perfect." He muttered to himself.
"Easy there, no point stressing about it till it's done!" Jorge spoke spreading words of encouragement. Alas it didn't help to quell our anxiety. Jorge wisdom is always welcomed, but right now there is to much riding on this mission.
"Listen we got a few hours, I assume if we're pulling it off tonight. Till then, go with the flow." I said finally trying to ease the tense feeling in the air.
"What he said," Fry collaborated my sentiment.
After eating and mild panic attacks, people broke off into small groups and began to lounge around. Newt found me alone, glancing over a book I recently picked from a table. It was a fantastic story, yet fictional. About knights and legendary heros, far away kingdom's and slaying monster's. Must of belong to one of the many children running all around here.
"Better?"
"Better." Newt replied, gripping his wrist tightly. "I'm not bloody out of the race yet." He smiled, sitting next to me, eating a slice of plain bread.
"Good to know." I tell him as he gets up to leave. I flash him a lovey smile then the urge to nap falls upon my body arches deeper into the sofa as I find myself dozing off.
When I woke, there had been a blanket place over me. Undoing it, I sat up straight yawn a bit and stretched my muscles. The sky from above the complex is a bright orange as it peers from broken sections of the ceiling.
"It's time." Gally said tossing me a flashlight and a plastic watch. Together we made our way to the sewer entrance. Thomas, Gally and I, quickly descended downward repeating the same process. Long but faster for an odd reason.
Making are way to the surface, we quietly and quickly exited out into the same street. We made our way to a plaza as people walked about their own way, paying us no mind. We took a seat a bench and started to devise our moves.
"Well it's obvious, Gally will be doing the bagging. Which leaves, Thomas to get her to follow. I will become her shadow making sure our movements are hers." I spoke first.
"Let's hope she doesn't stray towards a area where bagging her becomes impossible." Gally brings up.
"It's risky but could work, giving we find away to coax her from straying." Thomas said.
"Leave it up to me. For now you'll be Thomas shadow. It's half past six gents, I'll contact Thomas when she's on the move."
"No we can't risk using our minds. Instead use this walkie talkie."
Taking the device, I shoved into my pocket and went about my way. I was headed for the building from last night. As the sun began to set the large building with blue neon lights made sure it was the perfect indicator to follow.
Ten large and long blocks of sprawling people going in either directions to destinations unknown. Although mines was right in my face. My hood up high, I keep to myself going with the flow of influx of civilians. A large rather square sat several people on break by a margin of long benches. WICKED headquarters just about a three blocks away.
I had the prefect vantage to watch the worker's go in out like bee's to a hive. Security around the entrance is extremely lax, reason being that you couldn't enter with out credentials. Somewhere in the nearly hundred floors is Minho as well all the others. To not bust in there, the feelings of such suicide is raising by the moment. It's long and hard earned, will of the inner self to compose my emotions. This will be a war of attrition.
"I'm well hidden block's away and have the perfect view of the entrance. I'll update you soon Thomas." I said softly into the device.
"Meet us where we first broke off, there is a underground area we can lead her to." He replied. Resuming radio silence, I sat and observed the flow of people going in and out. Rather tedious.
The watch was half past eight. Curfew is at ten. So hopefully she isn't working during the night. Sitting here more feelings of nostalgia. Why can I faintly grasp what's hidden away from me. I… I grew up in this city or that's how it feels. But for the time now, I have to focus on the task.
When it neared ten to ten, a influx of staff left in huddle bunches. Still so Teresa haven't left work. Was she saying overtime. As the last notification of the curfew rang out it would seem I would have to make tracks. Pulling the communicator out, getting ready call to call off the mission. Stepping out of the building under the incandescent lights is Teresa, fixing her coat.
"The bird has left the nest, get ready to undergo the capture."
"Alright it's go time. Good luck."
Hello old friend, if you only knew the malice painted plan that awaited. Enjoy the last moment's of blissful ignorance. I smirk mischievously at the thought of what's to come as I make good on my word becoming her shadow. She won't see what's coming. I'm sorry my dear, this Ivory tower of yours can no longer shelter you from the storm. Let's the game's begin.
A/N: I struggle to write the last few weeks so excuse the short chapter. But it serves the plot. Next chapter will be back on track.