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Thomas
pointed
up
at
the
wall
.
"
What
was
that
?
"
he
asked
before
he
could
be
shut
down
again
.
Alby
did
n't
bother
looking
.
"
No
questions
till
the
end
,
shank
.
How
many
times
I
got
ta
tell
ya
?
"
He
paused
,
then
let
out
a
sigh
.
"
Beetle
blades
--
it
's
how
the
Creators
watch
us
.
You
better
not
--
"
He
was
cut
off
by
a
booming
,
ringing
alarm
that
sounded
from
all
directions
.
Thomas
clamped
his
hands
to
his
ears
,
looking
around
as
the
siren
blared
,
his
heart
about
to
thump
its
way
out
of
his
chest
.
But
when
he
focused
back
on
Alby
,
he
stopped
.
Alby
was
n't
acting
scared
--
he
appeared
...
confused
.
Surprised
.
The
alarm
clanged
through
the
air
.
"
What
's
going
on
?
"
Thomas
asked
.
Relief
flooded
his
chest
that
his
tour
guide
did
n't
seem
to
think
the
world
was
about
to
end
--
but
even
so
,
Thomas
was
getting
tired
of
being
hit
by
waves
of
panic
.
"
That
's
weird
"
was
all
Alby
said
as
he
scanned
the
Glade
,
squinting
.
Thomas
noticed
people
in
the
Blood
House
pens
glancing
around
,
apparently
just
as
confused
One
shouted
to
Alby
,
a
short
,
skinny
kid
drenched
in
mud
.
"
What
's
up
with
that
?
"
the
boy
asked
,
looking
to
Thomas
for
some
reason
.
"
I
do
n't
know
,
"
Alby
murmured
back
in
a
distant
voice
.
But
Thomas
could
n't
stand
it
anymore
.
"
Alby
!
What
's
going
on
?
"
