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Chapter 33

           "Anythingdifferenttoday?"Thomasasked,curious.

           Minhoreacheddownandpattedhisbackpack,wherehisnotesrested."Justtheusualwallmovements.Nothingtogetyourskinnybuttexcitedabout."

           Thomastookalongswigofwater,lookingupattheivy-coveredwalloppositethem.Hecaughtaflashofsilverandred,somethinghe’dseenmorethanoncethatday.

           "What’sthedealwiththosebeetleblades?"heasked.Theyseemedtobeeverywhere.ThenThomasrememberedwhathe’dseenintheMazesomuchhadhappenedhehadn’thadthechancetomentionit."Andwhydotheyhavethewordwickedwrittenontheirbacks?"

           "Neverbeenabletocatchone."Minhofinisheduphismealandputhislunchboxaway."Andwedon’tknowwhatthatwordmeansprobablyjustsomethingtoscareus.Buttheyhavetobespies.Forthem.Onlythingwecanreckon."

           "Whoisthem,anyway?"Thomasasked,readyformoreanswers.HehatedthepeoplebehindtheMaze."Anybodyhaveaclue?"

           "Wedon’tknowjackaboutthestupidCreators."Minho’sfacereddenedashesqueezedhishandstogetherlikehewaschokingsomeone."Can’twaittoriptheir"

           ButbeforetheKeepercouldfinish,Thomaswasonhisfeetandacrossthecorridor."What’sthat?"heinterrupted,headingforadullglimmerofgrayhe’djustnoticedbehindtheivyonthewall,aboutheadhigh.

           "Oh,yeah,that,"Minhosaid,hisvoicecompletelyindifferent.

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