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“You told us we didn’t have to.”
    “I’m afraid we don’t have much of a choice,” Janson replied. “The time for lies is over. Nothing’s going to work with you three still in the dark. I’m sorry. We need to do this. Newt, of everyone, you will benefit the most from a cure, after all.”
    “I don’t care about myself anymore,” Newt responded in a low growl.
    Thomas’s instincts took over then. He knew that this was the moment he’d been waiting for. It was the final straw.
    Thomas watched Janson carefully. The man’s face softened and he took a deep breath, as if he sensed the growing danger in the room and wanted to neutralize it. “Look, Newt, Minho, Thomas. I understand how you must feel. You’ve seen some awful things. But the worst part is over. We can’t change the past, can’t take back what has happened toyou and your friends. But wouldn’t it be a waste to not complete the blueprint at this point?”
    “Can’t take it back?” Newt shouted. “That’s all you have to say?”
    “Watch yourself,” one of the guards warned, pointing a Launcher at Newt’s chest.
    The room fell silent. Thomas had never seen Newt like this. So angry—so unwilling to put on a calm front, even.
    Janson continued. “We’re running out of time. Now let’s go or we’ll have a repeat of yesterday. My guards are willing, I assure you.”
    Minho jumped down from the bunk above Newt’s. “He’s right,” he said matter-of-factly. “If we can save you, Newt—and who knows how many others—we’d be shuck idiots to stay in this room a second longer.” Minho shot Thomas a glance and nodded toward the door. “Come on, let’s go.” He walked past Rat Man and the guards into the hallway without looking back.
    Janson raised his eyebrows at Thomas, who was struggling to hide his surprise. Minho’s announcement was so strange—he had to have some sort of plan. Pretending to go along with things would buy them time.
    Thomas turned away from the guards and Rat Man and gave Newt a quick wink that only he could see. “Let’s just listen to what they want us to do.” He tried to sound casual, sincere, but it was one of the hardest things he’d done yet. “I worked for these people before the Maze. I couldn’t have been totally wrong, right?”
    “Oh, please.” Newt rolled his eyes, but he moved toward the door, and Thomas smiled inwardly at his small victory.
    “You’ll all be heroes when this is over,” Janson said as Thomas followed Newt out of the room.
    “Oh, shut up,” Thomas replied.
    Thomas and his friends followed the Rat Man down the mazelikecorridors once again. As they walked, Janson narrated the journey as if he were a tour guide. He explained that the facility didn’t have many windows because of the often fierce weather outside, and the attacks from roaming gangs of infected people. He mentioned the severe rainstorm the night the Gladers been taken from the Maze, and how the group of Cranks had broken through the outer perimeter to watch them board the bus.
    Thomas remembered that night all too well. He could still feel the bump of the tires running over the woman who’d accosted him before he boarded the bus, how the driver didn’t even slow down. He could hardly believe that had happened only weeks ago—it felt like it’d been years.
    “I really wish you’d just shut your mouth,” Newt finally spat. And the Rat Man
did
, but he never wiped the slight grin off his face.
    When they reached the area they’d been in the day before, the Rat Man stopped and turned to address them. “I hope you will all cooperate today. I’m expecting nothing less.”
    “Where is everybody else?” Thomas asked.
    “The other subjects have been recovering—”
    Before he could finish Newt had pounced, grabbing the Rat Man by the lapels of his white suit coat and slamming him against the nearest door. “Call them subjects again and I’ll break your bloody neck!”
    Two guards were on Newt in an