Minho:
There was a few shouts of surprise and happy hugs from Ann and the others, Teresa had run straight for Jeff, once he had set the tray down. It had been a long time since we had all seen Ann and Jeff.

I sat on the floor with Sammy in my lap for a long time. It took me a long time to get myself under control. I hadn't broken down like this  in  long time. The first few weeks after Thomas opened  the train car all the kids were skittish, jumpy and didn't trust a lot of people. Most of us woke up with nightmares. Anxiety and panic attacks happened regularly, but I was pretty good at hiding it. But tonight, tonight had been too much. 

We had stormed a smaller WICKED out laying facility. Took out the few guards and scientists they still had there. It was mostly abandoned, and had been for a while, just some research.  We blew the building anyways. The group celebrated, but what was there to celebrate? Jessie was still captive, we didn't rescue any of the other kids, Janson was still alive and WICKED was still active and strong.

When we got to the holding cells where they had kept the kids, there was old blood stains, what looked like throw up, all kinds of electrode cords and brain monitors, abandoned medical tools, cuffs and restraints. Jason had to take Sonya out, she lost it. It took Jason and Newt to help, Jason hardly kept it together. They had uses the cuffs and electrocution on her. I kept it together until I was alone, and then I broke down. Then again at the fire. The alcohol and pain pills weren't working anymore. I needed more and more just to numb the pain. Today's panic and rage had been one of the worse episodes. 

Sammy eventually pulled away and held my tear stained face in his little hands. His bright green eyes stared at me. Even at six, I could see how worried he was, his eyebrows pulled together and he frowned. He let go and cocked his head. He held a hand over his heart and then placed it over mine. My chest heaved with another sob. I managed to swallow it, and give him a small sad smile. 

"I love you too Buddy. I missed you so much." 

He smiled. 

"Hey, where did you get those teeth from?" I asked with a small chuckle. 

He grinned even bigger, showing me his new grownup teeth. His smiled slid off and it was right back to his worried anxiety filled eyes. He gently touched the necklace I had given Jessie. Thomas had given it to me when he came to check on us in the medical wing after they got us all out. He said he found it in the wreckage when they were cleaning up. He also found her backpack. Sammy touched it, and then slid his little finger into the ring that had Jessie's name on it. His little lip started to quiver. And his big eyes filled with tears. 

"I don't know where she is bud. They still have her somewhere." My voice caught and I had to close my eyes and look away. Sammy took his finger out of the ring and just laid his hand back on my chest and then laid his head down on my shoulder. 

"Uhh...did Minho have a kid while I was gone?" Winston asked. 

I slowly stood up, Sammy still held tight in my arms. I turned to the table. Jeff had set the tray down, Nana Ann stood by the table and she just held her arms open. I put Sammy down and without hesitation I walked into them, holding her jacket tight in my fists, my face pressed into her shoulder. It took all my will power not to break down in her arms again. 

"Shhh." She shushed me, gently her motherly hand on the back of my head. "Nana Ann is here. Hunter needs his Nana. Little wolf will need Nana Ann too. Nana will help heal wounds inside and out." 

"What do you mean?" I straightened up, looking at her with a frown.  

"Sit young Hunter, sit sit sit. There are many things you need to hear. Your old friends have their separate walks of life life life to share with you." 

Confused, but my curiosity peeked, and I took a deep shuddering breath, composing myself I turned back around, and sat down. Sammy crawled into my lap and I held him tight, giving Gally and Winston an I- dare- you- to- say- something look. Gally had his eyebrows knight together and a slight frown, Winston just shrugged. 

"Okay. Were all here. Now clearly there has been some surprises. First," Vince pointed a finger to a few of the people around the table. "Introductions. Some of you know Ryan, he joined the group, he's one of the best drivers we have, personally trained by Jorge. Gally, Winston, and Jeff; they were part of this group from the maze and have been in Denver with Mary, Ann and Hans. This is Brenda and Jorge. He's a leader with the Right Arm, the others found his warehouse. They have been part of our operations since, she's one of the best sharp shooters we have. Everyone know each other now? If not, figure it out later. Now." He turned to Gally. "You're story, go." 

Gally shrugged, "They had control over my mind. I remember watching you guys all leave the Glade, then it was spotty for a while. When I had control again, I made my way to the escape. I heard the fight, and the doors slammed shut. I found Jessie still alive. We went through section four and found some control room. After that I don't remember. It's... foggy. I remember yelling something about not leaving. I remember the gun in my hand..." He trailed off. I watched his eyes cloud over with guilt. "I would never have willingly kill that kid. Ever." His voice was harsh and he glared at everyone. "He deserved better." 

"We believe you mate." Newt reassured him. 

"The next thing I remember pain. The Right arm found me, patched me up enough to ship me to Denver where an old WICKED turn coat doctor fixed me up. About two weeks later I wake up with this shank beside me in my hospital bed." Gally pointed to Winston. 

Winston shrugged. "I honestly don't remember anything. Saying good bye...and then nothing. 

Bucky pushed off the wall, "It was me." 

"What was you?" I asked, probably harsher then what was needed.

"I followed you through the Scorch an-"

"Wait. So Jessie was right that one night. She knew someone was watching." Jason frowned, looking at the huge sergeant. Bucky gave them a grin as his eyes glinted with a bit of evil intention. 

"She sure was. And she almost got me too." Bucky answered Jason. His eyes flicked to Thomas. "She was right by the way." 

Thomas hung his head, "Yeah...I've learned the hard way."

"As long as you're learning." Bucky said. "Anyways, I lost you guys in the Sandstorm, I knew the kid was hurt. I found him right before the gun went off. Took him to a safehouse, back in the town. Mary fixed him up enough to transport him to Hans, in Denver. He also took my chip out." 

"So...were you actually controlled by The creep from WICKED?" Winston asked. 

"Which time?" Buck asked, his voice sharp. 

"When we were escaping. That fight in the hall between you and Jessie, Tess and Aris?" 

"No." 

"Then why the shuck would you fight to kill?" 

"I wasn't." Bucky shrugged, and frowned in confusion.

"Wait...that... that wasn't fight to kill? You're saying...you're worse?" Winston gasped. 

"Dude, you've seen Tess and Jess fight Grievers?" Frypan interjected, "She can take out a whole group of soldiers."

"And she took out a huge horde of Gone Cranks..." 

"Who do you think trained us?" Tess raised an eye brow, folding her arms. 

"Fuck sakes, you guys really are savage!" Winston marveled. 

"Okay, I need these stories later. I missed quite the grand escape!" Gally grumbled. 

"Sorry man." I muttered, "I put a spear through you're chest."  I felt the wait of guilt. I was the one who tried to kill him with the spear. I knew he was being controlled, and yet I sent the spear anyways. He had a gun to Jessie's head, and he shot Chuck. 

"Meh. Nobody's perfect man." Gally shrugged. 

I blinked a few times, shocked that was his only response. "I don't blame you Shank, just don't...don't blame me for Chuck...He was a good kid." 

"Ya...ya he was." 

"Okay, but..." Frypan was saying, and brought my attention back to Bucky and Winston. "How...how did you get ride of the Flare? And actually, Brenda's as well? Is there a cure?" 

"Well, so far the results are positive." Mary said, she had sat quite the whole time, sipping her tea in the corner. 

"You said something about the enzymes need to match or the blood type needs to match. I didn't really understand." Thomas said, rubbing his head in frustration. 

"Yes." Mary nodded. "So, You were all in the Maze. Everyone is immune who went into the maze, whatever they may tell you. You are immune, that's why you were chosen. What you level of immunity is, is entirely different. Some Immunes, like Jessie, Teresa, Aris, Sargent Barnes, Jorge, Ann and even little Sammy...they are all high immunity levels." 

"So that's why Jessie was fine after she was bit a few times." I said, finally understanding. 

"Yes. That's exactly why." Mary nodded. "But what happened with Winston, his vital organs were compromised, mixing the human secretions full of fully gone Cranks, the Flare virus running at it's highest, mixed with the blood in the vital organs. And not only that, he just had plan old blood poisoning, Fully gone Cranks are not the cleanest, nails, teeth...plus sweat and sand. It wasn't just the Flare, he was actually dying from infection. Once he was stable and the infection was gone, the Flare was easy enough to heal." 

"Yeah, but...how?" Newt asked. 

"Unlike what WICKED is doing, you need to actually look at the blood. Each person has a different blood type, correct?" Mary asked the table. 

I felt like I was back in school, learning some crazy science lesson. It was actually supper interesting, the challenge of thinking through a problem. I frowned in concentration listening to Mary's explanation. 

"Yeah..." Newt said slowly, answering Mary's question. 

"Yeah, A, AB, A+ B+ and such." Teresa added. I glanced over at her, she had a look of deep interest and constraint on her face, I saw Jeff had his hand laced with hers, and I felt a stab of jealousy. I didn't know if it was just a platonic thing, seeing as Clint and Jeff had a thing in the Maze, and his death hit Jeff hard and Tess helped him through it, or if there was something more now. Either way, I was jealous. 

"Correct. Different blood types, meaning not everyone can help if you need blood. For instance. Winston, sorry, son, I'm using you as an example." Winston shrugged. "He is AB+ blood." 

"Meaning he can receive blood from anyone, he's a universal recipient." Teresa said slowly, putting the piece together. 

Mary nodded. "Right. So WICKED realized that the enzyme was important. Immunes had a certain enzyme that was created in their bodies. So, yes, Immunes are important, but the way WICKED is trying to get the enzyme is absolutely insane and they need to be stopped." She clenched her jaw and shock her head. "Anyways," She took a deep breath and exhaled. 

"Are you saying, the bloody enzymes are similar? Have to be matched to t he right person?" Jason asked. 

"That's exactly it, Jason, well done." Mary smiled. "Not everyone is going to be a match. So just like matching blood types, we have discovered that matching the proper immune enzyme to the right person is vital for it to work, also adding in the Grief Serum, you had available in the Maze." 

"Hold up!" Gally said. "You saying whatever the Grievers injected into us was the Flare?" 

"A very watered down version yes. The found that the Flare would attack the memory swipe they inserted in your brains. That's why you would have similar symptoms to someone fully infected with the Flare. And why you would receive memories." 

"Bloody hell." Newt whispered, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open. 

"So what the fuck is Janson doing with the other kids?" I asked.

"We are positive Janson has the Flare, but with the Bliss and the bare minimum cure serum they have, it has suppressed it enough to keep him functional. " 

"So...he's fuc-"

"Language Minho!" Newt yelped. 

"-king insane and torturing Jessie and every other kid?" I continued. 

"There are little kids here!" Newt protested, gesturing to Sammy. 

"Shut up Newt, Sammy has heard a lot worse." I rolled my eyes. 

Sammy nodded his head vigorously, and then he flipped Newt off. Newt and Ann gasped, I threw my head back and howled. There were a few other sniggers around the table. Winston leaned over and gave the kid a high five. 

"Minho and Jessie definitely rubbed off on ya, kid." 

Sammy grinned. Sammy let out his chocked laughter. The others sniggered. The TV in the corner of their empty dinning hall turned on. The WICKED logo flicked on and then faded.

"We interrupt your evening with this breaking news." Janson was sitting in a big wing backed chair. He was dressed in all white again. His legs crossed, his elbows resting on the arms rests, but his long fingers tips touched under his chin. 

"If there are young children in the room, please be advised that there is some...disturbing images." He paused. "Now. This is shocking news, but we have live footage of an awful attack on one of WICKED's research facilities. This was an unprovoked attack. This was a research facility, Doctors and Scientists. This act of violence was done by the dangerous and rebellious  resistance group that goes by the name of The Right Arm. I want to repeat that this group is dangerous. They want a war. A war they can not win." 

He paused again, he smiled. And it made a shiver run down my back, what was he planning...he was up to something. I narrowed my eyes and growled. Sammy looked up at me and then did the same thing. 

"This is the devastation they are willing to inflict on unarmed doctors and scientists who are just doing their work to find  cure for humanity." 

As Janson was talking, there was footage of the building exploding. And close up pictures of the destruction, the burning building, twisted metal and broken equipment that we hadn't taken with us, dead people in white coats. 

"Most of that looks doctored!" Ryan cried, throwing his hands in the air. 

"Shh!" Newt scolded. 

"Now, The Right Arm leaders, I am talking directly to you. If you wont listen to me, please listen to one of your own." 

The camera panned to a chair, similar to his. I cried out, and felt my heart stop and then start again, but it wasn't working properly. There was other cries of outrage and surprise. Jessie sat in the chair, her shoulders stiff, her hands clasped tight in her lap. her one hand had a terrible tremor. Her head was down so we could only see the top of her head. Her hair was longer, but it wasn't shinny and healthy like it used to be. 

"Jessica, would you like to say something?" 

She picked up her head, looking at Janson. I threw my hands over my mouth, tears filled my eyes. I got up and walked over to the TV. She looked even worse. Her skin was pale and waxy, her eyes were sunk, they were rimmed red, and black, Her skin was so thin I could see veins. They clearly tried to cover up some of the abuse with make up, they had also put her in something that was supposed to resemble regular clothing, but they weren't Jessie, and it irritated me even more. Like Janson was just rubbing it in my face. The muscle in her jaw clenched. Her eyes were full of confusion. I watched horrified as they cleared and then filled with anger. She narrowed her eyes at him. She slowly looked at the camera. 

"The citizens is waiting, Jessica." 

"It's Jessie." She hissed. 

I cringed, even her voice was awful. 

"What would you like to say to The Right Arm." Janson's voice was sharp. 

She flinched. She kept her head down as she spoke, "I'd like to say..." She closed her eyes, and took a shuddering breath. "Please...think of those who need this cure, the families, ripped apart from this disease, humanity is in the hands of these innocent people that you are destroying." 

Her voice was so flat and dead, like she had memorized it and just repeating them.

"If you continue...you will be starting a war-" 

She picked her head up, opened her eyes and looking directly into the camera. 

"You'll be starting a war...START IT! AND BURN THESE MOTHER FUCKERS TO THE GROUND!" 

She lunged forwards, the camera was knocked over, there was clearly a struggle. She was yelling, Janson was yelling, I heard the sound of a launcher and then she was screaming and then the TV went black. 

I ran from the room. 

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