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Everything
clicked
,
then
,
even
before
Minho
explained
what
they
were
going
to
do
.
"
These
things
may
be
vicious
,
"
Minho
said
,
"
but
they
're
dumb
as
dirt
.
Stand
here
,
close
to
me
,
facing
--
"
Thomas
cut
him
off
.
"
I
know
.
I
'm
ready
.
"
They
shuffled
their
feet
until
they
stood
scrunched
up
together
in
front
of
the
drop-off
at
the
very
middle
of
the
corridor
,
facing
the
Grievers
.
Their
heels
were
only
inches
from
the
edge
of
the
Cliff
behind
them
,
nothing
but
air
waiting
after
that
.
The
only
thing
left
for
them
was
courage
.
"
We
need
to
be
in
sync
!
"
Minho
yelled
,
almost
drowned
out
by
the
earsplitting
sounds
of
the
thundering
spikes
rolling
along
the
stone
.
"
On
my
mark
!
"
Why
the
Grievers
had
lined
up
single
file
was
a
mystery
.
Maybe
the
Maze
proved
just
narrow
enough
to
make
it
awkward
for
them
to
travel
side
by
side
.
But
one
after
the
other
,
they
rolled
down
the
stone
hallway
,
clicking
and
moaning
and
ready
to
kill
.
Dozens
of
yards
had
become
dozens
of
feet
,
and
the
monsters
were
only
seconds
away
from
crashing
into
the
waiting
boys
.
"
Ready
,
"
Minho
said
steadily
.
"
Not
yet
...
not
yet
...
"
Thomas
hated
every
millisecond
of
waiting
.
He
just
wanted
to
close
his
eyes
and
never
see
another
Griever
again
.
