Scene: The Right Arm Facility – Underground Bunker

The air was thick with the sterile bite of disinfectant, mingling with the faint hum of machinery buried deep beneath the surface. Thomas followed Vince down a narrow, dimly lit corridor, the concrete walls cold and unwelcoming. Every step echoed in the hollow space, their boots striking the floor in rhythmic beats that only seemed to amplify the oppressive tension in the air.

"This place is bigger than I thought," Thomas muttered, his voice low, eyes darting to the passing doorways—some sealed shut, others ajar with flickering lights revealing glimpses of makeshift labs and supply rooms.

"You haven't seen half of it," Vince replied over his shoulder, his tone gruff but tinged with something else—caution, maybe even unease. "But there’s something... different I want you to see."

Thomas frowned but kept pace. After everything he'd been through—the Maze, the Scorch, WICKED's endless manipulations—he wasn't sure different was a good thing.

They turned a corner, and that’s when Thomas saw it.

A massive glass tank dominated the center of a wide observation room, harsh white lights glaring down from above. The walls around it were lined with monitors, scientists and medics bustling between them, murmuring to one another while scribbling notes or adjusting controls.

But it wasn’t the tech or the people that drew Thomas’s attention. It was the thing in the tank.