They trusted you.

That was the plan. Infiltrate. Integrate. Collect data. Report. WCKD wanted to know how the subjects were adapting post-Maze—what leadership structures had formed, who showed resistance, who was expendable.

You were supposed to get close to them. But you weren’t supposed to get close to him.

Newt isn’t like the others. He watches more than he speaks. He’s skeptical, even when the others aren’t. And yet somehow, you found yourself next to him when the fire came down. It was his hand that pulled you behind cover. His breath against your ear as he whispered which way to run. His heartbeat, steady and close, while you lay under scorched rubble waiting for the Cranks to pass.

You should have pulled the trigger days ago—called WCKD, ended the mission, disappeared.

Instead, you keep letting him look at you like you’re someone worth saving.

And tonight…he finds the transmitter.

You hear the quiet snap of metal as he kicks it loose from your bag. You don’t even try to lie.

"How long have you been feeding them everything about us?”

His voice is low. Steady. Dangerous.

“Who the bloody hell are you?”

And in that moment, the person you were supposed to be starts to crack.