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Then
,
surprising
Thomas
even
more
,
Alby
turned
and
ran
off
,
presumably
to
get
Minho
some
water
.
Thomas
turned
toward
Minho
.
"
He
lets
you
boss
him
around
?
"
Minho
shrugged
,
then
wiped
fresh
beads
of
sweat
off
his
forehead
.
"
You
scared
of
that
pip-squeak
?
Dude
,
you
got
a
lot
to
learn
.
Freakin
'
Newbies
.
"
The
rebuke
hurt
Thomas
far
more
than
it
should
have
,
considering
he
'd
known
this
guy
all
of
three
minutes
.
"
Is
n't
he
the
leader
?
"
"
Leader
?
"
Minho
barked
a
grunt
that
was
probably
supposed
to
be
a
laugh
.
"
Yeah
,
call
him
leader
all
you
want
.
Maybe
we
should
call
him
El
Presidente
.
Nah
,
nah
--
Admiral
Alby
.
There
you
go
.
"
He
rubbed
his
eyes
,
snickering
as
he
did
so
.
Thomas
did
n't
know
what
to
make
of
the
conversation
--
it
was
hard
to
tell
when
Minho
was
joking
.
"
So
who
is
the
leader
if
he
is
n't
?
"
"
Greenie
,
just
shut
it
before
you
confuse
yourself
more
.
"
Minho
sighed
as
if
bored
,
then
muttered
,
almost
to
himself
,
"
Why
do
you
shanks
always
come
in
here
asking
stupid
questions
?
It
's
really
annoying
.
"
"
What
do
you
expect
us
to
do
?
"
Thomas
felt
a
flush
of
anger
.
Like
you
were
any
different
when
you
first
came
,
he
wanted
to
say
.
"
Do
what
you
're
told
,
keep
your
mouth
shut
.
That
's
what
I
expect
.
"
Minho
had
looked
him
square
in
the
face
for
the
first
time
with
that
last
sentence
,
and
Thomas
scooted
back
a
few
inches
before
he
could
stop
himself
.
He
realized
immediately
he
'd
just
made
a
mistake
--
he
could
n't
let
this
guy
think
he
could
talk
to
him
like
that
.
