Subject B3 (newt x reader)

Chapter 19

The two of us leave behind the raging party and make our way up to the room on the top floor of the building. Once we get inside, Minho and Frypan lie Thomas and Brenda down on the sofa, and Nat and Renee lie Gzi down on the small bed pushed against the far corner of the room.

In the middle of the room the man from earlier sits bound to a chair by a rope, his face purple and battered as Jorge towers over him, looking down menacingly.

"You know I don't like to hurt you, Marcus." He hisses.

Marcus?

My eyes widen as Newt and I shoot a glance at each other.

"This is Marcus?" I say, looking at the bruised red headed man as he smirks at me.

"Oh, look. It's the two lovebirds I watched dance." Marcus chuckles. "Jorge, your kids do do a good job of blending in, don't they?"

"Sorry, did he just say you two danced?" Minho giggles, grinning ear to ear as he turns to look at me and Newt. "Oooooo-"

"Shut up, Minho." Newt mutters, jabbing the giggling boy in the ribs. "Now's not the bloody time. Jorge said to blend in, so we did what we had to do."

"Hm, sure thing." Minho winks, nudging Newt as he snickers quietly.

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An hour later, I watch Jorge throw another punch at Marcus in a desperate attempt to try and get the man to talk. Thomas, Brenda and Gzi have all woken up, and our group slumps across the sofas in the room, waiting for Marcus to say literally anything that could help us.

"God dammit Marcus, just tell me where the Right Arm are!"

"Enjoying this, Jorge?" The man simply laughs, throwing his head back slightly.

"Marcus, I don't enjoy hurting you." Jorge sighs. "So just make this easier on everyone and tell us where they are."

"I don't know why you keep trying, Jorge. I burned my bridges with them a long time ago." Marcus says.

"What's he talking about?" Newt asks, raising his eyebrow at the man.

"WICKED offers a lot of cash for immunes like you." Marcus says, "so I lure them into the party, get them drunk and give them one last hurrah before sending them off to WICKED."

"Never mind." Jorge snarls. "I do enjoy hurting you."

Suddenly, the man kicks his foot into Marcus's chest, sending the chair backwards, thudding onto the floor as the man cries out. Jorge snatches his gun out of his holster before cocking it and holding it right up to Marcus's sweaty head, shoving it against his temple. "NOW TELL ME WHERE THEY ARE!"

The smirk on Marcus's face immediately disappears as his face drops in fear. "All right, all right I'll tell you! The Right Arm move around a lot, so there's no guarantee that they'll still be there, but they're in the mountains. But with WICKED following you, there's no way you'll make it there."

Jorge chuckles slightly as he pulls the chair upright again, resting his hand on the bruised man's shoulder.

"Maybe on foot we won't. Marcus, where's Bertha?"

Marcus's face falls, his lip quivering slightly as he shakes his head. "N-not Bertha."

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My head leaning against the window, I watch from the backseat as the vast stretch of desert outside whizzes by as Jorge speeds along the road in Marcus's car, Bertha.

It's a tight squeeze in the car considering how many of us there are. Renee, Nat and Gzi are all squished in the trunk, whilst Frypan, Aris and Brenda sit on the next row of seats, followed by me, Thomas and Newt, then Minho in the spacious passenger seat since he called shotgun.