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Thisback to the subject of Runners "Okay, I’"
"Like I said, best of the best"
"So what do you do? Test everybody to see how fast they are?"
Newt gave Thoroaned "Show me some smarts, Greenie, Tommy, whatever ya like How fast you can bloody run is only part of it A very small part, actually"
This piqued Thomas’s interest "What do youTo survive the buggin’ Maze, you gotta be sht amount of risk to take Can’t be reckless, can’t be tis and leaned back on his hands "It’s bloody awful out there, ya know? I don’t ht" Destiny or not, Thos
"Yeah, usually"
"Then why is it so terrible out there?" What else didn’t he know about?
Newt sighed "Pressure Stress Maze pattern different every day, tryin’ to picture things in your et us out of here Worryin’ about the bloody Maps Worst part, you’re always scared you h--but when it changes every night, couple of ht with vicious beasts No room or time for du the drive inside hiht But he still felt it Felt it all over
"Why all the interest?" Newt asked
Thoain "I want to be a Runner"
Newt turned and looked him in the eye "Haven’t been here a week, shank Little early for death wishes, don’t ya think?"
"I’m serious" It barely made sense even to Thomas, but he felt it deeply In fact, the desire to beco hiaze "So aet it No one’s ever become a Runner in their first month, much less their first week Got a lot of provin’ to do before we’ll reco up his sleeping gear "Newt, I o nuts I don’t have a clue what I did before they shippeda Runner is what I’m supposed to do I can do it"
Newt still sat there, staring up at Thoive it a rest for now"
Thoe of impatience "But--"
"Listen, trust me on this, Tommy Start stoood to work like a peasant, how you’re all nice and ready to be a Runner--you’llene Thomas wanted, but still He decided on another direction "Fine, I’ll talk to Minho about it"
"Good try, ya buggin’ shank The Gathering elects Runners, and if you think I’uys know, I could be really good at it It’s a waste of time to er in his face "You listen to me, Greenie You listenin’ all nice and pretty?"
Tholy didn’t feel that intimidated He rolled his eyes, but then nodded
"You better stop this nonsense, before others hear about it That’s not hoorks around here, and our whole existence depends on things working"
He paused, but Tho
"Order," Newt continued "Order You say that bloody word over and over in your shuck head Reason we’re all sane around here is ’cause ork our butts off and maintain order Order’s the reason we put Ben out--can’t very well have loonies runnin’ around tryin’ to kill people, now can we? Order Last thing we need is you screwin’ that up"
The stubbornness washed out of Thomas He kneas time to shut up "Yeah" was all he said
Newt slapped him on the back "Let’s make a deal"
"What?" Thomas felt his hopes rise
"You keep your mouth shut about it, and I’ll put you on the list of potential trainees as soon as you show some clout Don’t keep your trap shut, and I’ll bloody make sure ya never see it happen Deal?"
Thoht be "That’s a sucky deal"
Newt raised his eyebrows
Thorub fro, Thomas finally uy was too busy trying to feed breakfast to an ar Gladers He couldn’t have been more than sixteen years old, but he had a full beard and hair sticking out all over the rest of his body, as if each follicle were trying to escape the confines of his food-suy in the world to oversee all the cooking, Thoht He made a mental note to watch out for nasty black hairs in his meals
He and Newt had just joined Chuck for breakfast at a picnic table right outside the Kitchen when a large group of Gladers got up and ran toward the West Door, talking excitedly about so himself at how nonchalantly he said it New developments in the Glade had just becos "Just seein’ off Minho and Alby--they’re going to look at the buggin’ dead Griever"
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