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"
Hey
,
we
're
still
Runners
,
"
Minho
said
,
"
and
we
still
have
a
job
.
"
Thomas
followed
him
to
the
steel
door
of
the
big
concrete
block
and
Minho
turned
to
give
him
a
wan
smile
.
"
But
yeah
,
we
'll
do
it
quick
so
we
can
talk
to
them
.
"
There
were
already
other
Runners
milling
about
the
room
,
drawing
up
their
Maps
when
they
entered
.
No
one
said
a
word
,
as
if
all
speculation
on
the
new
sky
had
been
exhausted
.
The
hopelessness
in
the
room
made
Thomas
feel
as
if
he
were
walking
through
mud-thick
water
.
He
knew
he
should
also
be
exhausted
,
but
he
was
too
excited
to
feel
it
--
he
could
n't
wait
to
see
Newt
's
and
Alby
's
reactions
to
the
news
about
the
Cliff
.
He
sat
down
at
the
table
and
drew
up
the
day
's
Map
based
on
his
memory
and
notes
,
Minho
looking
over
his
shoulder
the
whole
time
,
giving
pointers
.
"
I
think
that
hall
was
actually
cut
off
here
,
not
there
,
"
and
"
Watch
your
proportions
,
"
and
"
Draw
straighter
,
you
shank
.
"
He
was
annoying
but
helpful
,
and
fifteen
minutes
after
entering
the
room
,
Thomas
examined
his
finished
product
.
Pride
washed
through
him
--
it
was
just
as
good
as
any
other
Map
he
'd
seen
.
"
Not
bad
,
"
Minho
said
.
"
For
a
Greenie
,
anyway
.
"
Minho
got
up
and
walked
over
to
the
Section
One
trunk
and
opened
it
.
Thomas
knelt
down
in
front
of
it
and
took
out
the
Map
from
the
day
before
and
held
it
up
side
by
side
with
the
one
he
'd
just
drawn
.
"
What
am
I
looking
for
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Patterns
.
But
looking
at
two
days
'
worth
is
n't
gon
na
tell
you
jack
.
You
really
need
to
study
several
weeks
,
look
for
patterns
,
anything
.
I
know
there
's
something
there
,
something
that
'll
help
us
.
Just
ca
n't
find
it
yet
.
Like
I
said
,
it
sucks
.
"
Thomas
had
an
itch
in
the
back
of
his
mind
,
the
same
one
he
'd
felt
the
very
first
time
in
this
room
.
The
Maze
walls
,
moving
.
Patterns
.
All
those
straight
lines
--
were
they
suggesting
an
entirely
different
kind
of
map
?
Pointing
to
something
?
He
had
such
a
heavy
feeling
that
he
was
missing
an
obvious
hint
or
clue
.
