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"
At
ease
?
"
Minho
barked
.
"
Who
are
you
,
telling
us
to
be
at
ease
?
We
wan
na
see
the
police
,
the
mayor
,
the
president
--
somebody
!
"
Thomas
worried
what
Minho
might
do
--
then
again
,
Thomas
kind
of
wanted
him
to
go
punch
her
in
the
face
.
She
narrowed
her
eyes
as
she
looked
at
Minho
.
"
You
have
no
idea
what
you
're
talking
about
,
boy
.
I
'd
expect
more
maturity
from
someone
who
's
passed
the
Maze
Trials
.
"
Her
condescending
tone
shocked
Thomas
.
Minho
started
to
retort
,
but
Newt
elbowed
him
in
the
gut
.
"
Gally
,
"
Newt
said
.
"
What
's
going
on
?
"
The
dark-haired
boy
looked
at
him
;
his
eyes
flared
for
a
moment
,
his
head
shaking
slightly
.
But
he
did
n't
respond
.
Something
's
off
with
him
,
Thomas
thought
.
Worse
than
before
.
The
woman
nodded
as
if
proud
of
him
.
"
One
day
you
'll
all
be
grateful
for
what
we
've
done
for
you
.
I
can
only
promise
this
,
and
trust
your
minds
to
accept
it
.
If
you
do
n't
,
then
the
whole
thing
was
a
mistake
.
Dark
times
,
Mr.
Newton
.
Dark
times
.
"
She
paused
.
"
There
is
,
of
course
,
one
final
Variable
.
"
She
stepped
back
.
Thomas
focused
on
Gally
.
The
boy
's
whole
body
trembled
,
his
face
pasty
white
,
making
his
wet
,
red
eyes
stand
out
like
bloody
splotches
on
paper
.
His
lips
pressed
together
;
the
skin
around
them
twitched
,
as
if
he
were
trying
to
speak
but
could
n't
.
"
Gally
?
"
Thomas
asked
,
trying
to
suppress
the
complete
hatred
he
had
for
him
.
