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"Yah. I know where they are. I've already gave them this speech." Gally said.

"Teresa?" I asked.

"Yep." He said. I have no idea about how I thought if this, but I remembered the tracking things in our heads. "Gally, we still have the tracking devices in our heads."

"I know a guy. He used to work with WICKED, but now with the right arm. He can get them out. He goes by the name of Hans."

"Thanks Gally." Minho said.

We left and started to search for the Hans guy. We found him as a friend's friend's enemy's enemy. We went to his house where he agreed to take the tracker out.

"Give me five minutes." He said and walked into another room. My legs started to thrash and my arms followed.

"I can't let you do this!" I shouted. WICKED  was controlling me. Minho, Brenda, and Jorge tried to pin me down.

"I knew this would happen." Hans said when he came back in. I grabbed a knife off the counter and jabbed at Hans. After holding me down as I continued to scream and thrash. I blacked out.

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When I woke up, I had a sharp pain in the back of my head. Minho was asleep in a chair next to me. I shook him awake. After we talked to Hans, we left and headed for a coffee shop that Hans' wife suggested. We sat down with paper cups of coffee. The guard in red continued to check people for the Flare every few minutes. A man in the corner seemed in another world.

"What's up with that man?" I whispered to Brenda.

"He's probably infected. Using the Bliss. Keep your voice down." She said. Red Shirt, made his way over to the old man. "We need to go. Now."

"Why?" I asked.

"Just get out."

The old man fell over when Red Shirt kicked him. He stuck the testing gun in his face.

"We have an infected!" Red Shirt yelled. I wish I had left when Brenda said. People were screaming and cramming their way to the door. Brenda, Minho and Jorge were outside but I stayed in the coffee shop.

"You got a death wish, kid?" Red Shirt asked.

"No. I'm immune." I said.

"Well, make yourself useful and grab that gun."