thomas

Red Shirt held me at gun point for three blocks, them we took a left for a block, (still at gun point.) and ended up at a white unmarked car.

"Gently get into the backseat. I trust you to put the handcuffs on yourself." He said.

I climbed into the backseat and looked out at the bounty hunter. He pointed at the handcuffs and told me to put them on. From above came a wave of bullets. Red Shirt was shot to hits and was laying on the concrete.

"Get out of the car Thomas." A voice from above said. Ratman. I got out to see a cop machine above Red Shirt's car. A screen was projecting Ratman's face. "My name is Janson, I can't remember if I've told you. We aren't in Denver personally because the infection rate is to high. Anyways, you need to come back to WICKED. It all rests on you to find a cure. The tests have proven that you are the one who will find a cure. You of all people, I would expect to be eager to find a cure for the Flare. Your friend Newt has already shown signs of the Flare, and should be comming to the madness sometime soon. Anyways, you need to come back to the headquarters to finish the tests." The screen went blank and the cop machine flew away. Minho, Brenda, and Jorge came around the corner.

"What was that?" Minho asked.

"Ratman." I said. "He says that Newt is comming to the Flare fast."