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Chapter 42

           Thomaspulledhislegsupunderneathhim,studyingtheMapsinhislap.HecouldjustbarelyseethelinesoftheMazewrittenonthesecondpagethroughthepagerestingontop.Inthatinstant,heknewwhattheyhadtodo.Helookedupattheothers.

           "Waxpaper."

           "Huh?"Minhoasked."Whatthe"

           "Justtrustme.Weneedwaxpaperandscissors.Andeveryblackmarkerandpencilyoucanfind."

           Frypanwasn’ttoohappyhavingawholeboxofhiswaxpaperrollstakenawayfromhim,especiallywiththeirsuppliesbeingcutoff.Hearguedthatitwasoneofthethingshealwaysrequested,thatheuseditforbaking.Theyfinallyhadtotellhimwhattheyneededitfortoconvincehimtogiveitup.

           AftertenminutesofhuntingdownpencilsandmarkersmosthadbeenintheMapRoomandweredestroyedinthefireThomassataroundtheworktableintheweaponsbasementwithNewt,MinhoandTeresa.Theyhadn’tfoundanyscissors,soThomashadgrabbedthesharpestknifehecouldfind.

           "Thisbetterbegood,"Minhosaid.Warninglacedhisvoice,buthiseyesshowedsomeinterest.

           Newtleanedforward,puttinghiselbowsonthetable,asifwaitingforamagictrick."Getonwithit,Greenie."

           "Okay."Thomaswaseagertodoso,butwasalsoscaredtodeathitmightendupbeingnothing.HehandedtheknifetoMinho,thenpointedatthewaxpaper."Startcuttingrectangles,aboutthesizeoftheMaps.NewtandTeresa,youcanhelpmegrabthefirsttenorsoMapsfromeachsectionbox."

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