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"
They
've
probably
revved
the
Grievers
back
up
,
"
Newt
said
.
"
They
're
probably
coming
right
--
"
A
loud
,
slow
beeping
sound
cut
him
off
,
like
the
warning
alarm
of
a
huge
truck
driving
in
reverse
,
but
much
more
powerful
.
It
came
from
everywhere
,
booming
and
echoing
throughout
the
chamber
.
"
What
now
?
"
Chuck
asked
,
not
hiding
the
concern
in
his
voice
.
For
some
reason
everyone
looked
at
Thomas
;
he
shrugged
in
answer
--
he
'd
only
remembered
so
much
,
and
now
he
was
just
as
clueless
as
anyone
else
.
And
scared
.
He
craned
his
neck
as
he
scanned
the
place
top
to
bottom
,
trying
to
find
the
source
of
the
beeps
.
But
nothing
had
changed
.
Then
,
out
of
the
corner
of
his
eye
,
he
noticed
the
other
Gladers
looking
in
the
direction
of
the
doors
.
He
did
as
well
;
his
heart
quickened
when
he
saw
that
one
of
the
doors
was
swinging
open
toward
them
.
The
beeping
stopped
,
and
a
silence
as
deep
as
outer
space
settled
on
the
chamber
.
Thomas
waited
without
breathing
,
braced
himself
for
something
horrible
to
come
flying
through
the
door
.
Instead
,
two
people
walked
into
the
room
.
One
was
a
woman
.
An
actual
grown-up
.
She
seemed
very
ordinary
,
wearing
black
pants
and
a
button-down
white
shirt
with
a
logo
on
the
breast
--
wicked
spelled
in
blue
capital
letters
.
Her
brown
hair
was
cut
at
the
shoulder
,
and
she
had
a
thin
face
with
dark
eyes
.
As
she
walked
toward
the
group
,
she
neither
smiled
nor
frowned
--
it
was
almost
as
if
she
did
n't
notice
or
care
they
were
standing
there
.
I
know
her
,
Thomas
thought
.
But
it
was
a
cloudy
kind
of
recollection
--
he
could
n't
remember
her
name
or
what
she
had
to
do
with
the
Maze
,
but
she
seemed
familiar
.
And
not
just
her
looks
,
but
the
way
she
walked
,
her
mannerisms
--
stiff
,
without
a
hint
of
joy
.
She
stopped
several
feet
in
front
of
the
Gladers
and
slowly
looked
left
to
right
,
taking
them
all
in
.
The
other
person
,
standing
next
to
her
,
was
a
boy
wearing
an
overly
large
sweatshirt
,
its
hood
pulled
up
over
his
head
,
concealing
his
face
.
