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Minho
straightened
and
put
his
hands
on
his
hips
,
still
breathing
heavily
.
"
Slim
it
,
boys
!
I
just
wanted
to
see
if
they
went
toward
the
Cliff
.
Toward
the
Griever
Hole
.
"
"
And
?
"
Thomas
said
.
"
Bingo
.
"
Minho
wiped
sweat
from
his
forehead
.
"
I
just
ca
n't
believe
it
,
"
Newt
said
,
almost
whispering
.
"
What
a
night
.
"
Thomas
's
thoughts
tried
to
drift
toward
the
Hole
and
what
it
all
meant
,
but
he
could
n't
shake
the
thought
of
what
Newt
had
been
about
to
say
before
they
saw
Minho
return
.
"
What
were
you
about
to
tell
me
?
"
he
asked
.
"
You
said
we
had
worse
--
"
"
Yeah
.
"
Newt
pointed
his
thumb
over
his
shoulder
.
"
You
can
still
see
the
buggin
'
smoke
.
"
Thomas
looked
in
that
direction
.
The
heavy
metal
door
of
the
Map
Room
was
slightly
ajar
,
a
wispy
trail
of
black
smoke
drifting
out
and
into
the
gray
sky
.
"
Somebody
burned
the
Map
trunks
,
"
Newt
said
.
"
Every
last
one
of
'em
.
"
For
some
reason
,
Thomas
did
n't
care
about
the
Maps
that
much
--
they
seemed
pointless
anyway
.
He
stood
outside
the
window
of
the
Slammer
,
having
left
Newt
and
Minho
when
they
went
to
investigate
the
sabotage
of
the
Map
Room
.
Thomas
had
noticed
them
exchange
an
odd
look
before
they
split
up
,
almost
as
if
communicating
some
secret
with
their
eyes
.
But
Thomas
could
think
of
only
one
thing
.
