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Chapter 9

           "Onthecountofthree,"Jeff,thetallerMed-jack,wassaying,histallframelookingridiculousbentinhalf,likeaprayingmantis."One...two...three!"

           Theyliftedherwithaquickjerk,almostthrowingherupintheairshewasobviouslyalotlighterthanthey’dthoughtandThomasalmostshoutedatthemtobemorecareful.

           "Guesswe’llhavetoseewhatshedoes,"Jeffsaidtonooneinparticular."Wecanfeedhersoupystuffifshedoesn’twakeupsoon."

           "Justwatchherclosely,"Newtsaid."Mustbesomethingspecialaboutherortheywouldn’thavesentherhere."

           Thomas’sgutclenched.Heknewthatheandthegirlwereconnectedsomehow.They’dcomeadayapart,sheseemedfamiliar,hehadaconsumingurgetobecomeaRunnerdespitelearningsomanyterriblethings....Whatdiditallmean?

           Albyleanedovertolookinherfaceoncemorebeforetheycarriedheroff."PuthernexttoBen’sroom,andkeepawatchonherdayandnight.Nothin’betterhappenwithoutmeknowingaboutit.Idon’tcareifshetalksinhersleeportakesaklunkyoucometellme."

           "Yeah,"Jeffmuttered;thenheandClintshuffledofftotheHomestead,thegirl’sbodybouncingastheywent,andtheotherGladersfinallystartedtotalkaboutit,scatteringastheoriesbubbledthroughtheair.

           Thomaswatchedallthisinmutecontemplation.Thisstrangeconnectionhefeltwasn’thisalone.

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