Newt, Thomas, Brenda and Minho were on the Berg, escaping from the group of WICKED guards. They scouted around the Berg to look for Jorge, trying to escape in another Berg. When the team reached the hangar, Jorge was out cold on the ground. As Brenda tried to shake him awake, Newt turned his head, noticing the amount of footsteps he could hear.

“They’re coming-!” Newt hissed, the Flare fuelling up his irritation. Minho and Thomas got into position as they watched several guards enter the cockpit, launchers pointed straight at them. More guards entered, positioning themselves until all of them surrounded the ground of four. ‘This isn’t good…’ Newt thought to himself, unsure of what to do.