Jorge stormed the steps of the club. Minho tried to hold Jina back, but she ripped her arm free with a snarl. She yanked the gun from her back belt and flipped the safety off. The guys stared at her in shock and a little awe.

"Not my first time using a gun." She shrugged and ran after Jorge.

"Ya...she's definitely your buggen' sister, Min." Newt grumbled as they raced after her.

Jorge slammed the door open. The huge crank that were guarding the door tried to stop him. Jina pulled the trigger before the guy could reach for his weapon. Jorge didn't even have a chance to grab his gun before the guy hit the ground.

"Well now." Jorge raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not losing another person. Let's find Tommy and Brenda. And I'm going to end Marcus."

Something came over Jina. She had seen too much pointless death. She had been used and abused. She had been chucked into the maze and that gave her the best training for being out here in the scorch. She had a zero tolerance, she could push through anything, face fears, kill and lead.

Minho was staring at the dead crank. "Fuck sakes Ji."

"Minho! Seriously? Could you-"

"Shut the fuck up Newt." Jina snapped.

She felt the anger as she stormed up the steps and it was now boiling at the surface. She needed to find Tommy. She was holding the gun tightly in her hands.

"We got incoming." Frypan pointed. Two more huge scary looking body guards were pushing people out of the way as they stormed over. They didn't look like they would want to talk peacefully. Jina glanced at Jorge.

"Ops." She shrugged.

Minho had a long handled knife and raised his arm and threw it. It spun end over end. It sunk into one guy's chest. Jorge raised his gun and the other crank froze. It took him a second to realize two of his buddies were dead.

"I'll let you live if you tell me where your boss is." Jorge yelled over the thumping of music.

"Upstairs." He grunted.

"Thanks."  Jorge nodded, lowering his gun.

"No." Jina yelled. And she pulled the trigger of her gun. The crank dropped to his knees. His hands holding the bloody wound in his stomach.

"Jina!"

She turned her head and saw Teresa looking at her with wide eyes.

"I didn't promise him nothing. And I'm pretty sure you were the one who said cranks aren't people anymore. There's no humanity left. Don't change your mind now." She snapped. She stepped closer and grabbed the gun from the crank and tossed it to Minho. "These guys are taking kids and selling them to WICKED. And taking girls and selling them to sex slavers."

That shut her up. Jina turned and Jorge nodded at her. They followed the man into the club. "Stay in your pairs."

Jina and Minho nodded at each other. They stepped into the club. The music was so much louder inside. It was intense and fast, the bass powerful, drums banging and guitars screaming. Mixed in were the sounds of people laughing and shouting and singing along. And none of it sounded very ... sane. There was something creepy and disturbing about it.

Jina and Minho fought their way through a tightly packed crowd of dancing bodies, gyrating and jumping and hugging and spinning. The music was deafening, each beat of the drums like a hammer to Jina's skull. Several flashlights had been strung from the ceiling; they swayed back and forth as people swatted them, sending beams of light slashing this way and that.

Jina felt sick to her stomach. The air was thick with sweat, alcohol and something sweet. Jina saw girls swinging on poles in nothing but their underwear. Jina felt sick. When she turned Jina saw her brother staring wide eyed, his jaw clenched and he licked his lips hungerly. She elbowed Minho hard.

"What?" He yelped rubbing his side.

"Those girls are probably forced and absolutely drugged up. Smarten up. It's disgusting. That could be me if I'm taken!"

"Oh...oh yeah." He paled considerably and his eyes went wide in horrible realization. And then his face went hard and it looked like he could probably put a few holes in the walls.

"Fuck. People are nasty."

"Ya. Ya they are. Even inside WICKED. When I was working...the things the other doctors or psyches would say..."

"What the actual hell?" Minho turned to look at her. Jina shrugged.

"Once Thomas and I started dating...they weren't as bad...but still. It was gross. The guys in the Waystation...the guy you stopped was only one of many."

Minho frowned. "Thomas better not-"

"He doesn't. He's sweet and thoughtful and kind." Her voice hitched and she blinked tears away.

"We'll find him. That shank is harder to kill than a cockroach. The shucked up stories I could tell you about him."

"I'll hold you to it." Jina smiled up at her brother.

They continued on, elbowing people out of the way. At one point someone came over offering only Jina a drink from some kind of indistinguishable bottle. He didn't back off until Minho punched him in the stomach.

"Man. Being a girl must suck. All the shuckfaces don't take a hint."

"No. No they don't." Jina was up on her tip toes and she couldn't see anything. "Uhg, this is so finchen' frustrating."

"That's 'cause your short."

"There's just too many people in here." Jina said craning her neck.

"Well, you're miss big brains. What do you suggest?" Minho asked.

"I'm the brains. You're the brawns." Jina smirked at her big brother. Jina's eyes landed on a big bar top. "I have an idea."

"Is it a good one?"

"I said I had an idea." Jina said, and shoved her way through the crowd.

"I see why you and Thomas get along so well."

Minho threw his arms into the air and followed after his sister, who was already climbing up onto the top. No one seemed to notice her until the bartender turned and yelled at her. Suddenly guys were yelling and hollering at her to take her top off and dance. Jina kicked one guy in the face who slapped her ass. Jina pulled the gun out and held it into the air. And pulled the trigger a few times. People started screaming.

"Party's over. Get the fuck out of here!" Jina screamed.

Minho sighed. He hopped up onto the counter with her. Raising his own gun. He shot one huge bodyguard in the foot.

"Don't even try it!" He yelled. "Out or I shoot to kill."

The music came to a screeching stopped and there was a massive rush to the exit. People were screaming and cursing and crying. Some people stumbled and fell in the mass exit. As the crowd thinned out she saw Newt and Frypan, Aris and Clint and Teresa.

"That's one buggen' way to clear the room." Newt called across the room. He was holding a gun, it looked a little rusted. And everyone else had some kind of weapon. Jina swept the room, she actually had a half decent view of the room.

"Brenda!" Jina yelled and pointed.

There was a female who fit the description of Brenda laying on some couch at the foot of the pole stage. She was completely passed out. Jina felt the stomach bile rise up her throat. What kind of awful things had she been subjected too while passed out. The guys here had been awful and Jina was awake. Frypan, Clint and Teresa rushed over.

Jina jumped off the counter and cursed as her ankle gave out and she fell. She hit the ground on her hands and knees. She hung her head and breathed heavily through her mouth for a second. When she looked up she saw someone passed out on the ground. (Well there were many people passed out on the ground.) But one in particular kept her eyes stuck on them. Her stomach dropped and her heart stopped. She scrambled to her feet and ran over, ignoring the sharp pain in her ankle.

"Tommy!"

Minho and Newt whipped around at her scream. She dropped to her knee. He looked beat up, dirty, he was covered in old dried blood. She gingerly rolled him over and pressed a few shacking fingers to his neck, checking his pulse. She leaned over and felt his shallow breathing tickle her cheek. The damn broke and she cried. Thomas was alive.

"We gotta get him to Jorge. I don't know what's in his system." Newt said. He was kneeling beside Thomas on the other side. He looked white as a ghost as he regarded Thomas.

"Come on, Newt. We can get him up and haul him." Minho crouched down and together the guys got Thomas up. They dragged him towards the stairs, where Frypan and Aris had carried Brenda. They dragged him up the many stairs to the top floor and down the hall. Jina ran down the hall to the room where everyone had grouped.

Jina limped through the door. Jorge looked up, he was kneeling down beside Brenda. He didn't need to ask, Jina just nodded.

"Good."

The door was kicked open and the guys dragged a still unconscious Thomas in and laid him down on the couch.

"What's in their system?" Newt asked, breathing hard.

"A drug. It's Marcus's entrance fee for anyone  under the age of twenty. It gives them hallucinations, makes them...loose and more willing to do things they would normally have good judgment on. That's how he gets girls onto the stage and then off to some sick bastards, how he gets the really young ones to WICKED."

Jina felt sick. What kind of things did Thomas do under this drug? But then she felt even more sick, what things happened to him because he couldn't say no? Jina felt the tears sting her eyes. She was so tired of tears. She stood up.

"Jorge? This is a finchen' club! Where the hell is the alcohol?" It came out harsher than she intended, but she felt the barley controlled rage. Her body was shaking with it.

"Jina! It's 11am!"

"And your fucken point, Newt? After the shit we've been through the last, like, two weeks?" She snapped back.

"Across the hall, this bastard had some good stuff stashed." Jorge said, pointing to the door.

Jina only now realized there was a guy tied to a chair. He was unconscious right now. Jina assumed that was Marcus.

"Why haven't we killed him yet?" Jina asked, feeling the anger boiling up.

"I need some information first." Jorge said, fussing over Brenda.

Jina just nodded and left the room, to Marcus's office. She stood in the door for a minute. He had a lot of things cluttering his desk and shelves. Jina opened and closed her hands, feeling all the anger bubbling up. She had been through so much. She hated her life and wanted out. She had so much anger she had shoved deep down. She grabbed one of the fancy glass ornaments and chucked it across the room. It smashed against the wall. Jina grabbed another thing and threw it.

She was breathing hard, tears pouring down her cheeks, the room glinted with smashed glass and other things, when a hand grabbed her elbow.

"Hey! Whoa! Chill Kid."

Jina hadn't realized she had been yelling and sobbing as she was smashing things. She lost the energy to fight and she slumped into Minho.

"I'm sorry, Minho. I'm sorry!"

"Don't gotta be sorry kiddo. I get it. Shuck do I get it." He said quietly holding her. She shifted and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"But I made you a promise...the day you went into the maze. I'd get you out and I failed! You were in there for so long. I didn't get you out!"

"Ji? You did. You and Thomas got us out from the Waystation. I'm not with WICKED anymore."

"Do..." She trailed off. She pulled away and wrapped her arms around her self. "Minho...  you were so mad at me almost the whole time I was working with Thomas and Teresa and Aris...you hated me. Do...do you still hate me?" She whispered, her eyes full of unshed tears. She swallowed her self disgust and guilt.

"Why would I hate you? You're my sister!"

"You...you thought I was a traitor." She said, looking away, as she explained this. "I worked really really close, one on one with Ava Paige and a doctor named Leavitt. I helped build the maze and I helped get you guys ready and prepped for the maze. It was me! And you hated me! Yelled at me so many times that I was a traitor...and I had some squishy job and I actually liked my job."

She saw his face fall. Tears filled his own dark eyes. He placed his huge hands on her shoulders. "No. Ji...I say a lot of things when I'm angry and hurting and scared- or so Newt says. But no. I don't think you're a traitor. The shit I've seen and gone through...Ji, we're kids."

"Well, you're like almost twenty."

"Well...I was a kid. You were just a kid. There is no way you could have done what you did on your own free will. I believe that firmly now."

"Really?"

"Ya. Ji. You're my sister. It's my job to believe you. And what you did back in the Waystation? You got us free. If you really worked for them you wouldn't have run. You would have done something to slow our progress...somehow tried to get us back. Or something."

Jina was quiet, her head down trying to process everything.

"Anything else bugging you?" He asked.

She shrugged.

"Ji." His voice was stern and he folded his arms across his chest, staring hard at her.

"I really don't know. I'm exhausted and scared. And every good thing in my life is always taken from me."

"I'm here. Aris is there. We found Thomas..."

"Ya. I had those things before. I lost you. And then Jorge, Brenda and Mary walked away, leaving me abandoned the day I was caught and sent into the maze. Teresa was blackmailed and brainwashed into betraying me. I lost my memories and lost Aris and Rachel. And now Rachel is dead back in the Glenn...Flossie was called and I don't know where she is. I lost everyone! All the girls. What if I lose you again? I wanted to die so many times in the Glenn. I had hoped a Griever would just end it for me."

Her knees gave out and she sunk to the ground. Her chest hurt and she was crying again. Minho pulled her into a tight hug, again.

"I'm here Ji. I'm not going anywhere. You and me against the world. And as much as it's gross to see my baby sister kiss one of my best friends... I'm happy for you. Just...please no more gross PDA's like that!" He shuddered.

"From now on, we'll sneak away while everyone is asleep."

"Umm the shuck you will!" He roared pulling away. A look of such disgust and anger on his face, it made Jina laugh through her tears. Her cheeks went pink and she hoped he would just think it was from crying and hyperventilating.

"No you will not!"

"Minny? I'm just about 18. And I've been acting like a fucken grown up since I was like eleven. If I wanna kiss him, I'm going to."

She used the heels of her hands to dry the tears. She slowly got to her feet and walked to the glass cabinet she didn't smash. Behind the door were a few bottles of fancy alcohol.

"Which one?" She asked.

Minho stepped up beside her.

"I thought you were my sister?" He scoffed.

"All of them it is." She grinned.

"Ahh. There it is." He smirked at her. He used his elbow to smash the glass. "Ya, okay, smashing things does make you feel better."

He grabbed one with amber liquid. And pulled the stopper from the bottle and took a whiff. Jina grabbed a bottle, took the stopper off. He held his up, Jina clinked the bottles.

"To long lost siblings."

"I'll drink to that."

And she lifted the bottle. It was warm and smokey and burnt her throat, but she felt it warm up her insides. Minho made eye contact with her as she kept the bottle up. She raised an eyebrow. She could see him smirk behind the bottle.

Challenge accepted, she thought.

They chugged the bottles. Jina knew it was going to go straight to her head. She was used to Jill's moonshine, but she had regular meals from Flossie and Flo. She had hardly eaten in a week. But at this point she didn't care. She finished the bottle and held it up just before Minho.

"Ha! I fucken win! Suck it looser."

"You had less."

"Whatever. If that lie helps you sleep at night. Must suck to suck."

"How did you learn to drink like that?" He asked, impressed.

"Our Blondie parties could get wild." Jina grinned. "Me and Sonya and Yelena were the champs. Oh the fucken drinking stories I could tell you!" Her eyes went wide. "Fuck, Newt is gonna die when he meets Sonya."

"Why?" Minho frowned as he grabbed some of the bottles, ready to take to the other room.

"Because she's as bad as me. A mouth as bad as mine..."

"Why would he care?"

"'Cause that's Newt's little sister!"

"What? Holly fuck! No way!"

"Ya. Poor Newt. He hates me and my language. Sonya is just as bad! Ha."

"Well...it'll be good for him."

Jin snickered. "Come on. I'm sure the others will want some of this. Oh...I think it's already going to my head."

She was feeling really giggly. But she grabbed some of the bottles and followed Minho back into the other room across the hall.

"There you are." Jorge frowned. "Everything okay?" He asked eyeing Jina up.

"Yep. Had a wee bit of temper tantrum, and then grabbed the alcohol." Jina grinned. Yeah, that alcohol was already going to her head.

There was a groan from the corner. "Please no more alcohol right now."

Brenda was awake.

"I've heard more alcohol helps with the hangover."

"Where did you hear that?" Frypan asked with a frown.

"Uhh...someone in the Glenn said that." Jina grinned.

"I'm pretty sure that was you, and you just wanted more at breakfast." Aris piped up.

"True." Jina grinned. Her mind was very fuzzy. That booze was really strong and she chugged it on an empty stomach...

Clint and Frypan snickered. Jorge rolled his eyes. But he took a bottle. Jina and Minho handed it out to whoever wanted- which was everyone. (Other than Thomas who was still out cold.) Jina and Minho had another bottle, again. She raised her bottle.

"I don't even know what to toast to...so...how about to Fuck it all!"

"To fuck it all!" Minho hollered, with a smirk.

"Fuck it all!" The rest all yelled. Even Newt, which made Jina giggle.

There was a groan, "That's my good stuff!"

Marcus was awake.

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