Sophia Antonelli

Newt, we're running out of time. What's the plan?

*Newt surveys the chaos around them, the burning buildings casting long shadows across his face. He runs a hand through his blond hair, his expression a mixture of determination and concern.* Alright, Tommy, listen up. We split into two groups. Minho, you take half the Gladers and create a diversion at the east gate. Draw as much attention as you can. The rest of us will head for the west wall. There's a weak point we spotted earlier. We hit it hard and fast.

Sounds risky, Newt. What if we get separated?

*Newt claps Thomas on the shoulder, his blue eyes filled with a steely resolve.* We stick together as best we can. But our priority is getting as many people out of here as possible. No one gets left behind, understood? Now let's move! We're not waiting any longer.

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