It's okay until it isn't

Crash

Minho's POV:

So, remember when I said we would make the most of the time we would have left? Well, I guess Newt forgot about that part, because he just left us. With a note. I don't know if I'm more worried or angry. I'm in a berg right now, and Jorge is flying us to the crank palace so we can rescue Newt. if it's not too late. We land the mountain just outside, and walked up to the gate. Two guards met us there. Thomas stepped up to them

"Hi, we're looking for our friend. Can you help us find him?"

"Nope."

One of the worst responses I've ever heard, and at such a crucial time. I stepped forward and just started screaming right off the bat

"Yes you will! You will help or, or, or I'll-"

Teresa grabbed my arm, and pulled me back

"What he means is that we'll pay you a mighty sum of money if you can help us."

The guards looked at each other and shrugged.

"How much?"

"Five thousand."

"Seven thousand."

"Six thousand."

The guards gave in

"Deal. C'mon."

They opened the gate, and we walked in, Teresa handing them the money.

"What's your friend look like?"

"Blond hair, tan skin, and about this tall."

Teresa held up a hand just below my head.

"Yeah, I think I saw him in the bowling alley."

The guards led us down a path, and into a circle that consisted of a few food stores, and a bowling alley.

"Should be right in there."

The guard pointed, and Thomas went in, followed by me, Teresa, and the others. The air was old and stale, the smell of blood distinct. The room was dark, and dingy, and all I wanted was to see Newt.

Then I did.

Newt was in the back, surrounded by other cranks. I almost ran up to him, but then saw the launcher in his hand. He wasn't facing us

". . .Newt?"

Newt turned, and almost the instant he looked at us, his eyes became angry slits.

"What are you doing here?"

Newt's voice sounded hoarse. I took a step forward.

"I came to rescue you. . ."

"I wasn't talking to you."

Newt pointed to Thomas

"You, Tommy! You. . .you shucking coward! You couldn't do the one thing I asked! The sight of you makes me sick!"

Thomas took a step back

"Newt? Are you okay?"

Newt turned to me

"Yes Minho, I'm fine, just have the bloody flare, but other than that, I'm peachy!"

Hearing him call me Minho never sounded worse. I took a step forward

"Newt, please."

Newt pointed the launcher at me

"Min. Leave before I shoot you."