Chapter Nineteen:

Weightlessness is jarring and uncanny, the dizzying heights and lights of the skyline blur as gravity tries to correct and center you. In this moment you defy the laws of the world, but in the end everything evens out.

My throat gags on knots as I to yelp in fear, the sinking in my gut is wrenching like a punch. And as we managed to break away in free fall, toward the fountain.

Seconds of free fall feel longer than they should before slamming into the frigid water. Cold and mortified, my body urging to stay afloat. Kicking frantically as I haul myself to a ledge and climb out behind the other's. Beside being cold and wet, I've managed to make the jump unscathed thanks to Thomas. It took Newt a moment to reach the ledge as we pull him up.

"Minho you okay?" Thomas before we could move a squad of guard's, weapons at ready stands in our way.

"Your four don't move!"

"Oh you got to be kidding me." Thomas remarks.

"So much for that." I added.

"Take it easy..." One guard said as they slowly march's up to us. Thomas attempts to pull out his gun, but is instantly spotted.

"Ah ah don't even think about it!" He warns as the four of them got closer to us four.

"Damnit!" I yell.

"Get on your knees with your hands in the air!" He demands.

Suddenly and most unexpectedly, the guard to the far left, fired three rounds from his Launcher. Sending them to ground incapacitated, as some curse between painfully strained words. The lone ground leaps forward towards us and swiftly removes the helmet revealing...

"Gally?" Minho questioned. Gally had came to the rescue and Minho face was riddle with both shock and awe.

"Minho." He stare at the four of us before looking up."You guys are nuts!"

"I'll explain later." Thomas said patting Minho back.

"You really saved our asses this time." I said, as we followed him.

We kept a fast wet pace behind, moving past block after block, clothes drying as we walked. An icy chill took hold of our bodies. A few blocks more and it was apparent that we would need strip ourselves of this WICKED uniform. Leaving us with only the semi damp street clothing underneath.

"We gotta move, WICKED surely to be perusing use with reckless abandon." I said keeping lead behind Gally.

"He's right, we should hold up a few block by the building that block view from the street." Thomas replied.

Newt was managing but he was fading with each step. His brain or the kill-zone where the flare resides is likely over stimulated for all the nonstop action. He was bad when we snuck in. Beginning to fear the far gone was right around the corner.

Coming up on the building we hide behind some small pillars to give Minho and Newt, a quick breather. We must focus on reaching the tunnels, how ever far away they maybe.

"Well they're pissed." Gally remarked as patrol cars and a helicopter goes buzzing by.

"How far the tunnels?" Thomas quickly asked.

"Uh maybe twelve block from here."Minho and I sat beside Newt, when a cough fit flared up. With a small glint of hope in his voice Gally spoke up. "We can make it."

"How you feeling?" Minho ask crouch over him tending to him.

"Terrible…" Newt whizzed. "But it's good to see you." He said patting Minho, before wheezing some more, staring blanking into space.

"Look at me Newt, I'm at your side till the end." I spoke softly, taking his hand in mine for a moment. Newt gave a weak grip, it was a sign he was still alll there. My heart cheerfully flutter by that small moment of intimacy. Minho left our side giving us some room as he shifted over towards Thomas.

"Hey, how long has he been like this?"

"It's okay, we just need to get to, Brenda. She's got the serum." Thomas said, unzipping the jacket as he moved over to us. I got up nodded and began taking off my wet jacket. "C'mon buddy, we gotta get you up."

"Why you helping us Gally?" Minho asks looking for an answer. "I put a spear through your chest."

"And I shot him." I interjected

"Yeah, nobody prefect guys." Gally replied getting up.

We kept a firm pace following the pace left by Gally and Thomas. Minho and I held a small conversation about our time without him.

Block after block endless tedium per usual as we ran and hide trying are hardest to flee WICKED. We found ourselves a mere six block's away from the tunnels. It was at that point, we had to stop and let Newt catch his breath as we made it down a flight of stone stair leading from a building. From inside Thomas pocket a still working walkie-talkie beeped to life.

"Thomas are you there. Thomas do you read me, it's Brenda?"

"Hold on, hold on its Brenda." Thomas said as we try guiding Newt down.

"Thomas it's Brenda, do you copy?" She called out again.

"Yeah Brenda I'm here."

"Where the hell are you guys?" She said in a frantic tone.

"We got Minho, on are way to the tunnels. Newt, he's not doing so good." He replied in equal worry. I kept watch with Gally, just incase anyone showed up.

"Listen don't worry about that, I've got the serum okay. Thomas something's up, Lawrence is gone."

"What she talking about, he's gone?" Gally asked sternly.

"Him, his crew, everything all clear out. It's weird, i don't what's going on, but I think you need to get the hell out of there." She said worried.

"Okay, yeah just have the serum ready."

"Over!"

"Alright we gotta move, right now. Get him up." Thomas order and we sprung to action. And from that point on, unaware what was heading our way we ran. Running it's the one thing most of us been good at. Minho the power house that he his managed Newt all on his own. And with that done, the tunnels were soon to be upon us.

A/N: It's been some time, but I'm back and working harder then ever to conclude the main trilogy. Things have been difficult but I've found the spark to write. The next few chapters until conclusion will vary in length. Sorry for the wait but I'm back for good.