Wicked soldier ☆Minho☆ II

Jorge and Brenda shoved the covers down on the broken window as Thea settled back into the car. Once she was inside, Jorge glanced back at them before speaking. "I'm impressed! You guys almost lasted a whole day!"

A heavy sigh escaped their lips. Thea glanced down at her hands, noticing the dried blood on her knuckles from the night before and the fresh cuts on her palms from climbing through the shattered window of the jeep. Jorge reached behind him, handing Thea two full magazines for her guns that Thomas and Newt had left on the bottom of the truck they were sitting on in the back.

"Thanks," she nodded, quickly swapping the magazines.

Thomas patted Newt on the chest. "You good?"

"Yeah," Newt muttered, as Brenda turned to face them.

Thomas made a half-laugh, half-scoff sound, shaking his head slightly. "I'm sorry, I didn’t want to drag you guys into this."

Brenda glanced at Jorge, who was watching them through the rearview mirror. Fry leaned forward between Newt and Thomas. "I think what he’s trying to say is, thanks for saving us." He gave Thomas a pat on the back before sitting back in his seat.

"You're welcome," Brenda said with her signature smirk.

"Hey." Their eyes shifted to the rearview mirror, where Jorge’s gaze locked onto them. "Don’t get your hopes up. That checkpoint back there? That was the city's last defense. If it was overrun, chances are the city is, too."

"Yeah, unless they figured out some other way to keep the Cranks out," Newt spoke as if in a trance. Thea followed his line of sight, her eyes widening, and everyone else’s did the same.

Jorge turned sharply to his left and slammed on the brakes, sending most of them flying forward. Thea was the first to jump out of the truck, her feet hitting the dirt below.

She walked to the edge of the cliff, staring in awe at the large, white city in front of her. Newt scoffed lightly. "Funny... spent three years trapped behind walls trying to break out, and now we want to break back in."

Thea glanced over her shoulder to see Thomas standing right behind her. Brenda, Newt, and Jorge were gathered by the truck in varying stances—Brenda with her arms crossed, glaring at her, Newt’s hand on his hips, and Jorge fiddling with his gloves. Frypan was still in the truck but standing.

"Yeah, it’s hilarious," Fry added.

Thea shot Brenda a questioning look, then turned to Jorge, but he just shrugged.

"Bren—"

"Don’t," Brenda’s voice was low and furious, making everyone turn towards her. She started walking toward Thea, forcing her to back away from the cliff and towards the hills. "Work for WICKD? You were going to go back to that hellhole?!"

Thea looked to the others for support, but they were all muffling their laughs at her terrified expression as Brenda got closer, leaving her with nowhere to go.

"Brenda, I spoke to Vince and—"

Brenda cut her off, not allowing her to speak. "Yeah, Vince was the one who had to tell me! You left no note, didn’t even bother to say goodbye!"

Now face-to-face, Thea had nowhere left to back away. "I’m sorry," she muttered, looking down.

"What was that?" Brenda demanded.

"I’m sorry," Thea said, a little louder but still looking down.

The boys were still muffling their laughter, prompting Thea to glare at them, but they didn’t stop. "Sorry, didn’t hear you?"