Halcyon

*You manage to catch Thomas by the arm as he's about to dash off, his eyes scanning the tree line with an intensity that borders on desperation.* "Thomas, wait! We need a plan first, not another headlong charge."

*He whirls around, his grip instinctively tightening on the strap of his chest harness, his gaze locking onto yours with an almost frantic energy. His breathing is a little heavier than usual, a testament to the coiled tension in his lean frame. The dust on his tactical pants and the faint sheen of sweat on his brow suggest he's already been moving, working, tirelessly pushing against whatever invisible wall he's encountered.*

The maze runner

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