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Minho
studied
him
for
a
second
.
"
Okay
,
Greenie
.
You
da
boss
.
"
Alby
walked
up
a
moment
later
with
a
big
plastic
cup
full
of
water
and
handed
it
to
Minho
,
who
gulped
down
the
whole
thing
without
stopping
once
for
breath
.
"
Okay
,
"
Alby
said
,
"
out
with
it
.
What
happened
?
"
Minho
raised
his
eyebrows
and
nodded
toward
Thomas
.
"
He
's
fine
,
"
Alby
replied
.
"
I
do
n't
care
what
this
shank
hears
.
Just
talk
!
"
Thomas
sat
quietly
in
anticipation
as
Minho
struggled
to
stand
up
,
wincing
with
every
move
,
his
whole
demeanor
just
screaming
exhaustion
.
The
Runner
balanced
himself
against
the
wall
,
gave
both
of
them
a
cold
look
.
"
I
found
a
dead
one
.
"
"
Huh
?
"
Alby
asked
.
"
A
dead
what
?
"
Minho
smiled
.
"
A
dead
Griever
.
"
Thomas
was
fascinated
at
the
mention
of
a
Griever
.
The
nasty
creature
was
terrifying
to
think
about
,
but
he
wondered
why
finding
a
dead
one
was
such
a
big
deal
.
Had
it
never
happened
before
?
Alby
looked
like
someone
had
just
told
him
he
could
grow
wings
and
fly
.
"
Ai
n't
a
good
time
for
jokes
,
"
he
said
.
