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The young man had shabby blond hair, almost white it was so blond. He almost reminded me of Newt, yet Newt looked in much better shape. He had gray eyes and had a worried look on this face.

"What do you want?" His voice scratched.

"Your help." Minho stepped up. The scratch from his crank attack still prominent.

"I'm not helping you try to get the cure for the flare." He threw his arms up in exaggeration. "There is no such thing as the "cure for the flare". People talk about it all the time around here!" His eyes began to grow in size as his face began to grow red from the lack of oxygen.

"Alright buddy. Slim it nice and calm." Frypan said in a calming tone. I glanced over at him with a small grin on my lips.

"What's your name man?" Gally spoke up. He had a irritated edge to his voice. I shot him a look telling him not to ruin our chances.

"What's your name's?" He asked, anxiety written all over his face once again. He glanced around the room making eye contact with the small group of gladers in a place he was not familiar with.
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"Look you obviously know something, alright, and we all know it." Minho said gesturing toward all of the gladers surrounding him. The boy across from him still looking around with frantic eyes.

"All we want is to take down wicked, and you can help us." I said, trying to pry some information out of the boy.

"I'm not any use to anyone." He mumbled. I was beginning to get irritated having to deal with this kids games.

"He's hiding something." It was Thomas standing right behind me.

"I know that!" I whispered back at him. Gally stepped up closer to the boy, I couldn't see the expression on his face yet I knew it wasn't going to be good.

"My names Gally, what's your name? That's how it's going to work, question for a question, alright." It was more of a statement than a question. The blond headed boy looked up with a skeptical look in his eye. "What's your name?" Gally pushed.

"Oliver." He said plainly. A gasp came from the back of the group. I turned around to see Lucas with a new light in his eyes, a new lit anger.

"I thought I recognized you, you coward!" He screamed trying to make it to the front of the group.

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