Six months later...

"They're late." Jorge muttered, glancing down at his pocket watch. Florence bit her lip anxiously, leaning forwards between the seats of the car.

She, Jorge and Brenda were waiting in their position like planned, the heat of the desert reaching Florence's face and causing sweat to already collect along her forehead. Or maybe her nerves were the cause.

Brenda checked her own watch before resting her arm up on the roof of the car. It was sat on a mound in the rocky desert, surrounded by dry bushes and the sound of crickets. Humidity was causing the horizon in the distance to haze.

Silence fell.

And then suddenly, in the distance, came the blare of a train.

Florence's head shot to the left, catching sight of it, and then she flattened herself against the backseat of Jorge's car. He revved the engine, and they were sent roaring off into action, down towards the train tracks.

Their plan had been in the works for six long months, and they were finally carrying it out. 

Florence's heart thudded in her chest, her stomach filled with nerves, as she looked out at the racing train they were now driving alongside. To think Minho was in there, so close to her after so much time apart was so surreal to think about.

It was torture without him. Everything was less happy, less jokey, less anything remotely positive.

Jorge clenched his jaw in concentration, speeding up, driving the car forwards past the line of train carriages and right towards the side of the engine of the train. Florence glanced at the people inside, who were looking right back at them, and felt a mischievous grin growing on her lips at the confusion on their faces.

From the other side of the tracks was another car. Inside was Thomas and Vince, heading directly towards the train, to carry out their part of the plan. Although they were a little late, their plan was currently going smoothly. But Florence couldn't help but feel nervous at the fact there was so much riding on it.

"Brenda, we're coming up behind. Keep 'em busy." Thomas's voice came crackly through the walky-talky Brenda held in her palm.

Brenda stood up on her seat in the front, holding a gun in her hands and pointing it directly at the train. Taking her lead, Florence followed, wobbling a little but quickly gaining her bearings. With the six months of preparation leading up to this moment, Florence had some time to practice her aim. Brenda was a great help; the girl never missed a shot.

And of course, Florence was different now. Having Minho gone for that long, she was so much more quiet, always disconnected from everyone and everything. She couldn't remember the last time she had really smiled. She just felt empty.

She couldn't take her mind of the thought of Minho with WCKD. Thinking of him being helplessly tortured for hours on end, day after day, and she couldn't do anything to help, just hurt far too much. Yet it was all her mind would let her think of.

She didn't even flinch in shooting once at the train, not thinking about who may be on there or who may get hurt. They were rescuing Minho. For her, the options were to save him or die trying.

The days back in the Glade with the girl so adamantly against violence were gone. This was the new her, and honestly, she kinda liked it.

She settled back down in her seat, revelling in the laughter that bounced around the car. But just as they began to relax, gunshots came from the train towards them. Florence sunk down in her seat, making sure she was lower than the line of fire. Her heart thumped out of her chest with every shot.

"Hey, Brenda, you got company!" Thomas' voice crackled through the walky-talky once again.

Glancing back to the Berg hanging low in the sky, all Brenda could do was urge Jorge to drive faster. "Go, go, go!"

The ship was aiming right for them, landing bombs either side, behind and in front, but not managing to hit them. Jorge swung away from the train tracks, drawing the Berg's attention away from Thomas and Vince.

"Thomas, you're on your own. Don't die." Brenda said back through the device, and it took a second for Thomas' response to come through.

"Good luck."

As Jorge continued to drive in wild and confusing patterns to attempt to trick the Berg, Florence glanced back to the train, and her heart soared in seeing the others had succeeded in disconnecting the back of the train to the rest of it. Squinting, she could just see Newt racing across the desert towards it.

"They did it, they took the back of the train." She told Jorge and Brenda, who began to laugh and cheer in celebration, Jorge driving even more manically.

And then suddenly, they all realised they were driving into a mound of rubble. There was no way they could get out. Their faces wiped of smiles, and Jorge was forced to make a stop in front of the hovering Berg.

"Step out of the vehicle with your hands up." came booming from the ship, and Florence swore to herself as the three of them climbed out of the car and advanced towards the now landing ship with their hands raised in the air.

Emerging from the ship, WCKD soldiers came marching towards them, guns raised, easily outnumbering them. Florence wondered where Janson and Ava Paige were in relation to all of their nonsense.

"Stop right there. Don't move." One ordered, and the three of them stopped on the spot. And then, they took a step backwards.

"I said freeze, asshole!" The soldier warned, his voice raising in anger.

Satisfied with where they were now safely stood, they stopped moving, and Florence attempted to hide the smirk growing on her lips. 

"Whatever you say, hermano."

The traps set up earlier were triggered, and three WCKD soldiers were sent into the ground. As the WCKD soldiers yelled out in confusion, Jorge took out his gun, cocking it and aiming it at the guards.

Frypan emerged from what had seemed to be an abandoned car nearby, his own gun pointed at the soldiers, and now WCKD were the ones that were being overpowered.

"Hold him back!" One of the guards shouted desperately. 

"Y'all don't wanna do that now."

"Hey, Fry." Brenda greeted in amusement. Both her and Florence had their guns up now, directed at the two remaining WCKD soldiers not being threatened, and they were evenly matched.

"Good to see you guys." He replied, his smile spreading wider. He turned to the soldier in front of him. "Go on, back up."

They had control of the situation now. Their part of the plan could work with ease now, all they had to do was board the Berg. 

But then Florence looked to the train. A large group of WCKD soldiers were moving down towards where Newt, Thomas, Vince and a few others were trying to steal a carriage of the train.

They could use some help.

And so although they had planned everything out perfectly, Florence decided to ditch the plan. She took a few steps away, in the direction of the wide desert and the train, and Brenda watched her questioningly.

"You guys go ahead, I'll be fine."

"Florence-"

"-Don't worry about me!"

Before anyone could stop her, she took off running into the desert. She knew they could all manage without her, so she wasn't worried about that. However, she was a little worried about her brother's side of the plan.

As she neared the train, she caught sight of the WCKD soldiers approaching her friends, who were all dangerously out in the open, and then they opened fire. Jogging at a steady pace, Florence pulled her gun out, aiming carefully, and shooting a soldier down.

The guards were taken by surprise - as were her friends - and they decided to aim off into her direction, leaving Thomas and the others to continue working under less pressure. It was a little difficult for her to evade all of the bullets, but she still had Thomas and Vince shooting from where they were on the train, giving them the upper hand due to the soldiers' confusion.

She continued to race towards her friends, finally coming to a stop beside Newt who was hard at work trying to detach the carriage from the line of the train.

"Hello." She greeted, out of breath.

Newt didn't look up from what he was doing, but let out a hearty chuckle, saying, "You're crazy."

She only laughed in response, positioning herself in front of the boy and continuing to fire bullets at the soldiers approaching. They had a few minutes - at most - until they reached them, but Florence decided she would make every second count.

Vince leapt down from the carriage, backing up towards the pair and aiding Florence in defending themselves against the nearing soldiers. He glanced to her briefly, her presence clearly amusing him.

"Where on earth did you come from?"

"Does it matter?" She responded quickly, cocking her gun once again, and realising she had run out of ammo.

"Both of you, go!"

And so Florence grabbed onto the ladder clinging to the side of the train. She climbed it quickly, reaching the top, where she could see her brother had flattened himself against it as much as possible.

Immediately, she took the initiative to do the same, sliding along the surface towards him, making him double take at the sight of her as Newt slid down beside her.

"Where the hell are they?" Newt's question was directed at her, and as she looked briefly at the sky - which was empty - she felt a lump form in her throat.

"I don't know."

Another member of the Right Arm climbed up the side of the train, scrambling onto the top, greeting them with a tight-lipped smile. And then, as if they appeared from nowhere, the Berg came looming over them, flooding them all with relief.

This didn't deter the soldiers, but it spurred the Right Arm on. As the metal hook came down from the ship, Florence took Thomas' gun to continue firing at WCKD as Newt and Thomas concentrated on connecting the train carriage to the Berg.

Thomas jumped up to grab the hook, pulling it down to the train, connecting it on to the top of the carriage. Laughing a little in success he yelled up, "Go, go! Bring it up!"

Florence stopped shooting to lean over the side of the train carriage. Vince was still on the desert ground, now hiding behind the carriage to escape the gunshots. "Vince, get up here!"

As she stepped back, she saw that four hooks had been connected to each corner of the train carriage, meaning that when they were lifted up from the ground, they wouldn't need to cling on for their lives if the carriage wobbled a little.

"Now, Vince!" Thomas yelled, and as the carriage lifted up into the air, Vince stepped out from behind it and jumped up, grabbing onto the bottom rung of the ladder.

As they began to fly through the air, the WCKD soldiers still tirelessly tried to shoot them - as if that would stop what they had done. With the literal and metaphorical high ground, Florence easily shot each of them in the shoulder, knocking them down to the floor, and then they had really done it.

Thomas let out a whoop of success, signalling up to where Brenda, Frypan and Harriet were up in the Berg and watching them expectantly. Florence could hear Jorge's enthusiastic shout of, "We're going home, baby!" from where he was piloting the ship.

Thomas pulled Newt into an enthusiastic hug, Florence arching an eyebrow at him as he pulled away. She then brought her brother into a celebratory hug, before moving to Newt too.

She wanted to scream as loud as she could in victory, because she knew who was inside the carriage beneath their feet.

Or she thought she did.

Her heart soared as they soared over the desert, feet firmly planted on the roof of the train, laughing about it all. It was the most they had done in months, and Florence had finally felt something again.

She was certain they had done it; that they had saved Minho.

Little did she know, they hadn't.