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Chapter 15

           "Youkeepyourmouthshutaboutit,andI’llputyouonthelistofpotentialtraineesassoonasyoushowsomeclout.Don’tkeepyourtrapshut,andI’llbloodymakesureyaneverseeithappen.Deal?"

           Thomashatedtheideaofwaiting,notknowinghowlongitmightbe."That’sasuckydeal."

           Newtraisedhiseyebrows.

           Thomasfinallynodded."Deal."

           "Comeon,let’sgetussomegrubfromFrypan.Andhopewedon’tbloodychoke."

           Thatmorning,ThomasfinallymettheinfamousFrypan,ifonlyfromadistance.TheguywastoobusytryingtofeedbreakfasttoanarmyofstarvingGladers.Hecouldn’thavebeenmorethansixteenyearsold,buthehadafullbeardandhairstickingoutallovertherestofhisbody,asifeachfollicleweretryingtoescapetheconfinesofhisfood-smearedclothes.Didn’tseemlikethemostsanitaryguyintheworldtooverseeallthecooking,Thomasthought.Hemadeamentalnotetowatchoutfornastyblackhairsinhismeals.

           HeandNewthadjustjoinedChuckforbreakfastatapicnictablerightoutsidetheKitchenwhenalargegroupofGladersgotupandrantowardtheWestDoor,talkingexcitedlyaboutsomething.

           "What’sgoingon?"Thomasasked,surprisinghimselfathownonchalantlyhesaidit.NewdevelopmentsintheGladehadjustbecomeapartoflife.

           Newtshruggedashedugintohiseggs."Justseein’offMinhoandAlbythey’regoingtolookatthebuggin’deadGriever."

           "Hey,"Chucksaid.Asmallpieceofbaconflewoutofhismouthwhenhespoke."I’vegotaquestionaboutthat."

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