TITANIUM || The Death Cure ? Newt [3]

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We woke up very early the next morning so we could go over the plan and get suited up. Newt sadly had to leave the boat so he could grab the supplies he needed to do his part. Meanwhile, I got dressed into grey cargo pants, a white tank top, a burgundy plaid buttoned up shirt, a brown jacket with a hood and knee high brown combat boots. I went outside to join Vince, Jorge, Brenda, Thomas, Newt and everyone else. We discussed from which car we were going into, to how long we should get it done. This was a tight window of opportunity, and we didn't want to waste it. When we had everything in order, we dispersed to grab our guns and ammo. When I was strapping a gun holster to my leg, I felt two hands wrap from behind me.

Knowing who it was, I said, "Are you ready for this?"

Newt rested his chin on my shoulder and replied, "Yeah. Are you?"

I was silent for a little bit, I didn't know how to respond. We were going to leave in a few minutes and I still didn't want to screw up. But, I pulled myself together and had to trust myself. Be optimistic, Rosalee, I reminded myself.

"Yeah, I'm ready." I turned around so I could face him. "Let's get Minho back."

I leaned in and kissed him, and he held my face gently.

"That's for good luck." I kissed him again. "And that's for 'don't die.' "

"What about an 'I love you' kiss?" Newt asked.

I looked up to the sky, then shook my head with a smile. "No."

Newt's expression immediately turned into a pouty face. I stifled a laugh just by looking at him.

"Just one?" He begged.

I denied teasingly, but he just went for it. I held onto him tightly, smiling into the kiss. He was so adorable when he wanted to kiss me, but I find it more cute when he has to beg me for it. Sure, it sounded mean, but even if I didn't want him to, he wouldn't argue and just let it go. After a good few seconds, I hesitantly pulled away so we could leave. I grabbed a gun and stuck it in the holster, then looked back at The Right Arm one last time before getting into the Jeep wrangler with Vince and Thomas to go save our friends from W.I.C.K.E.D.

It's been just over an hour since we left, but for some reason, we were still driving out into the desert. But it wasn't like the Scorch though, no, it was actually quite cool that morning. The place we were in had dry plants everywhere, old, run down buildings that are barely standing and mountains were visible for miles. The wind was blowing in our faces, the Jeep going as fast as it could with Vince pressing on the gas pedal. Finally, we saw the train up ahead. We've been tracking when W.I.C.K.E.D. would be transferring kids over to their facility, and we knew that they would be leaving by train.

Vince pressed on the gas pedal even more, making the Jeep go faster. We already saw Jorge and Brenda driving around in the rusty pick up truck with metal attached on the driver's side. Thomas pulled out the walkie talkie so we could talk to her.