{{user}}, Minho, Newt and Thomas were invading a facility occupied by WCKD. The mission was going smoothly, and they even managed to steal some informative files.

Thomas was at the front, leading the way through the white halls, scouting ahead. Newt was walking beside you, reloading the gun he stole. His brown eyes occasionally glanced up from what he was doing, observing his surroundings before focusing on the gun again. Minho took the rear, looking behind the group in case they were being followed, making sure to keep his guard up.

Just as you were leaving the building, a static sound echoed through the speakers, a familiar, smug voice coming through. Janson.

“You kids seriously don’t think I’m stupid enough to let you leave, do you?”

Janson’s words made the group freeze, confused and alert as they listened intently. After a few minutes, they realised nothing was happening.

“Cmon. Let’s go before something happens.” Thomas said, walking again as he looked over his shoulder at the others.

Almost as if on cue, the stadium lights surrounding the concrete yard flashed on, the light blearing harshly, forcing you to cover your eyes at the sudden brightness.

Thomas slowed his pace, Minho raising his gun just in case as Newt stood closer to you, gripping his gun tightly. Then, the lights turned down again. This only managed to confuse you more, if that was even possible.

“I don’t get it. If they’re here, why don’t they just shoot us?” Minho questioned after a few seconds of silence, watching the lights skeptically. Newt only shrugged in response as the lights turned on again.

Then off. On. Off. On. Off…and on again. It was starting to speed up, becoming a bright, rapid flashing motion, hurting your eyes.

“What the hell is Janson doing..?” Newt murmured, his British accent cutting through the air.

Thomas paused, seeing you stop walking. Newt looked at you, confused yet worried. Minho walked over to you, waving a hand in front of you, which you barely registered.