thomas

When we got back to the Burg, Minho and I sat in the common room gathering our thoughts. When we got up, we made our way to the cockpit where Jorge and Brenda were controlling the hovercraft. We landed with a thump at the airport in Denver. Brenda, Jorge and I decided to go to Gally's, while Minho grieved on the other side of the room. Brenda could tell I needed some time alone, so she dragged Jorge into the kitchen to make something to eat. After the dreadfully silent meal, I wandered the Burg without any intention of anything. Thinking of anything I had left of  Newt, my mind went to a forgotten thought. Running to the bathroom in the back of the Burg, I pulled the small envolope out of my back pocket. Newt had said I would know when to open it, but the thought must have slipped away in the chaos at the Crank Palace. I tore open the paper and pulled out the note inside. The war  glow of the bathroom illuminated the lined paper. Reading it over and over, I kept praying the words would change.

Kill me. If you've ever been my friend, kill me.

All he wanted was to prevent the fate he was going to end up with. Going insane and probably, with what we saw, worse. He was trusting me to read the note at the right time. It was to late to help him. Tears rolled down my cheeks and fell I to the sink. They then dried a formed round salt marks where the landed. Keeping the note hidden, I left the bathroom and crashed on the couch.

We planned to go back to Gally's and join The Right Arm. Jorge hit the button that dropped the ramp down and opened the door. A nasty surprise was waiting for us. A few guards had us walk down slowly. They led us to a van, and told us to put black hoods over our heads. I guess Gally was right. People were capturing Immunes and selling them. The car lurched forward, and the engine roared.