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Thomas
ran
right
behind
Minho
for
two
more
hours
,
sprinkled
with
little
breaks
that
seemed
to
get
shorter
every
time
.
Good
shape
or
not
,
Thomas
was
feeling
the
pain
.
Finally
,
Minho
stopped
and
pulled
off
his
backpack
once
more
.
They
sat
on
the
ground
,
leaning
against
the
soft
ivy
as
they
ate
lunch
,
neither
one
of
them
talking
much
.
Thomas
relished
every
bite
of
his
sandwich
and
veggies
,
eating
as
slowly
as
possible
.
He
knew
Minho
would
make
them
get
up
and
go
once
the
food
disappeared
,
so
he
took
his
time
.
"
Anything
different
today
?
"
Thomas
asked
,
curious
.
Minho
reached
down
and
patted
his
backpack
,
where
his
notes
rested
.
"
Just
the
usual
wall
movements
.
Nothing
to
get
your
skinny
butt
excited
about
.
"
Thomas
took
a
long
swig
of
water
,
looking
up
at
the
ivy-covered
wall
opposite
them
.
He
caught
a
flash
of
silver
and
red
,
something
he
'd
seen
more
than
once
that
day
.
"
What
's
the
deal
with
those
beetle
blades
?
"
he
asked
.
They
seemed
to
be
everywhere
.
Then
Thomas
remembered
what
he
'd
seen
in
the
Maze
--
so
much
had
happened
he
had
n't
had
the
chance
to
mention
it
.
"
And
why
do
they
have
the
word
wicked
written
on
their
backs
?
"
"
Never
been
able
to
catch
one
.
"
Minho
finished
up
his
meal
and
put
his
lunch
box
away
.
"
And
we
do
n't
know
what
that
word
means
--
probably
just
something
to
scare
us
.
But
they
have
to
be
spies
.
For
them
.
Only
thing
we
can
reckon
.
"
"
Who
is
them
,
anyway
?
"
Thomas
asked
,
ready
for
more
answers
.
He
hated
the
people
behind
the
Maze
.
"
Anybody
have
a
clue
?
"
"
We
do
n't
know
jack
about
the
stupid
Creators
.
"
Minho
's
face
reddened
as
he
squeezed
his
hands
together
like
he
was
choking
someone
.
"
Ca
n't
wait
to
rip
their
--
"
But
before
the
Keeper
could
finish
,
Thomas
was
on
his
feet
and
across
the
corridor
.
"
What
's
that
?
"
he
interrupted
,
heading
for
a
dull
glimmer
of
gray
he
'd
just
noticed
behind
the
ivy
on
the
wall
,
about
head
high
.
