Jack woke up to find himself in a helicopter. He frowned.
"Shit," muttered the pilot. "Now they're throwing things at the chopper."
Jack frowned. Scarlett and George were both awake, along with Mike and Reyna.

Suddenly, the doors slid open. Three soldiers stood there, armed down to their feet. "Come on, come on!" shouted the one on the right.
The twenty-seven remaining Fielders dropped from the chopper.

"Come on, it's not safe out here!" shouted one of the soldiers. Jack sped up, bypassing Scarlett, George, and Max. He and Tommy made it into the building first. "Where's Harry?" shouted Cecily suddenly. All of the Fielders except for Harry and Scarlett were there.
Then he saw them. Scarlett was dragging an unconscious Harry through the sand, yelling with exertion.

The other twenty-five Fielders started yelling.
"Come on!"
"You can do it!"
"Run, Scarlett, run!"
"You have to leave him!"
"GO!"
"NO!"
They all reached out, grabbing Scarlett and Harry and pulling them through in the nick of time. Mike checked Harry's vitals. "He's okay," said the Head of the Mappers. "He's just hit his head really hard."
Suddenly, Harry stirred awake. "What happened?"
"I had to carry you," Scarlett said. Harry winced, touching his head and standing up.
"Okay, you all, time to go," shouted one of the soldiers, and all twenty-seven of them were ushered into a room.
"What's going on?" shouted Jack.
"Nothing we can't handle," said the soldier in front of them.
The doors slammed shut and locked them inside.
"HEY!" Jack yelled, pounding on the door.
"LET US OUT!" Scarlett bellowed.
Suddenly, the lights flicked on, flickering in some places.
"What–who turned on the lights?" asked Tommy.
"They did, I guess." Harry turned around and gasped.
Everyone else followed his turning around and stopped in their tracks.
There was a table full of food right in front of them.
"Dibs on the rice!" shouted Fred.
The twenty-seven Fielders rushed forwards, shoveling food into their mouths.

"Don't choke on the chicken, Freddie!" Reyna laughed.
George threw a chunk of meat at Selena, who laughed and dumped a bowl of gravy over Max's head. "Not the hair!" Max shouted indignantly. "Do you know how hard it is to keep my hair like this?"
He started chasing Jess around the table, and the two of them tumbled to the ground, alternating between kissing and playfully roughhousing with one another. Jack eventually had his fill, and moved towards a couch to sit down.
The others joined him.
"Who are these people?" asked Fred.
"Whoever they are," said Cecily, "they're no friends of WCKD's."
Suddenly, the door slid open. Jack motioned for the rest of the Fielders to get up with him; they all walked towards the door where the man in gray was standing. "You kids all right?" the man asked.
"Who are you?" asked Reyna.
"I'm the reason you're all still alive," said the man. "Come on. Let's get you all squared away."

The man led the group through a sort of workplace.
"Watch yourselves there," said the man.
"Who are you?" asked Reyna again.

"My name is Janson," said the man, leading them underneath a makeshift arch. "I run this place. Consider it a safe haven, away from the Scorch, where WCKD will never find you again." He turned to look at the twenty-seven teenagers. "How does that sound?" he asked.
One of the nine Fielders with them that Jack didn't know–a sandy-haired Fielder with blue eyes and a scar across his chin–frowned. "So that means you're taking us home?" he asked.
Janson smirked. "A home of sorts. Of course, whatever homes you once had are now gone, you see."
He stopped in front of a door.
"Down this hallway are the starts of your new lives. Boys, take the corridor on the right. Girls, take the corridor on the left."

Jack exited the showers, his wet hair plastered to his forehead. For some reason, it was now shoulder-length, and draped over his shoulders slightly. Scarlet was talking with Cecily and Max. She smirked when she saw him. "You look handsome," she said, brushing a strand of hair out of her boyfriend's eyes. Jack leaned in to kiss her. Max and Cecily cleared their throats. "Don't go getting all sappy on us, okay?" Max quipped.
Jack nodded. "Janson had some questions for me," said Jack, as the four of them waited for the others. Slowly, the rest of the Fielders trickled into the room as they discussed what Janson had to talk about with Jack.
"He wanted to know what side you were on?" asked George, frowning. "That's…awfully suspicious."
Fred shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe it's just our time from the Field thinking."
Jack turned as Janson stepped in front of the group of twenty-seven Fielders. "You have been cleared to go and join the others," said the man.
"Wait, what do you mean?" asked Fen.
"Yeah, what others?" asked Mike, frowning.
The group of survivors headed towards, then stopped when they saw what was in front of them. There were rows and rows of boys and girls at tables, separated by gender–only boys together, and only girls together, so to speak–seated in a sort of cafeteria, similar to the Dining Pavilion back at the Field.
The chatter died down as the group moved forwards. Jack claimed a seat at a table with two girls in front of them. They eyed him interestedly, but looked away when Scarlett scowled protectively at them.
Soon the subject turned to how they had escaped the Maze. After telling their story of their time in the Maze–starting from when Jack had come up in the Box, the group listened as the two girls told them how they themselves had escaped the Maze.
"Then there was this huge blast," said one of the girls. "These guys came in, started shooting up the place. They took us out of the Maze and brought us here."
"What about the ones left back in the Maze?" asked Reyna, frowning. "WCKD still has 'em, I guess," said the second girl.
Suddenly, Janson began reading names off of a list.
"Carter."
One of the Fielders stood up and looked at his friends. "It's good, man," said George. "Just go. We got your back."
More of the Fielders were called into the rooms behind them–Fred, Carter, and five others. That just left twenty Fielders..

Jack saw Scarlett being led through a hallway outside of the cafeteria. "Scarlett!" he shouted, rushing towards the door. "Hey, SCARLETT!"
A soldier stopped him. "Where are they taking here?" the boy asked. "Just running a couple of more tests," said the man. "Don't worry, you'll see her soon."

Jack frowned as a soldier moved forwards, herding them into a dormitory.

Jack turned towards Tommy. "Where do you think they're taking her?" he asked. Tommy leaned against the bed he was sleeping in that night and shrugged. "What I do know is that that girl can take care of herself," he said firmly.

Jack nodded.
Jack woke up to find someone whispering to him underneath his bed.
He slid off of his bed and looked underneath his bed, and then nearly yelped out loud. The stifled noise, however, woke up one of the Fielders. It was the sandy-haired Fielder. "Jack," said the sandy-haired boy. "What's–why is there someone under your bed?"
The girl positioned there was about a year or two older than Jack, maybe three years older than the sandy-haired FIelder next to Jack. "What is it…?" Jack trailed off, realizing he didn't know his name. "Matt," said the sandy-haired boy. "Come on, you two," said the brunette girl that was lying there. "I've got something to show you."
Jack and Matt rushed through the vents, hurrying forwards after the brunette girl. They came to a slitted section in the vents. "Shh, we almost missed it," said the girl. "Come on."
"What is–?" started Matt, but then the girl pointed down at the floor in the metal grate, and Jack gasped, Matt stifling his own gasp, too.
There were tables being wheeled into a room with security-level access doors and ID panels. "Why are you showing me this?" asked Jack, frowning.
"Because I know there's something wrong around here," said the girl. "And I think you know so, too."
"What's your name?" asked Matt, as the girl turned to leave.
"Beth," said the girl.