Rumbling of wheels against the dirt road.

The shaking of my body as I clutched the roof of the car for some kind of balance.

The air blowing my ponytail in all different directions.

Adrenaline.

All of it. It was electrifying.

As the car Vince drove created tracks in the harsh earth, my heart beat with every second that passed. Sweat covered the palms of my hand, creating the slightest stinging sensation. But that almost made me more excited.

Thomas sat in the seat directly in front of me, holding on to the roof for stabilization as well. We were flying through the air. This was like no other car ride that I've experienced. The ones in the past have been nothing but moments for my mind to rest, and an opportunity for my body to catch up with everything I had been through. But this...this was thrilling. Exciting. I've always loved the feeling of adrenaline when it didn't mean we were running away from something. Now we were the chasers. And I loved it.

As we grew closer, I became unable to hold still. I moved my hand from its grip on the roof, and I shifted right behind Vince and Thomas. Placing my hands on either of their headrests, I spoke above the rumbling of the engine. "Vince, do you think there's any music we could play?"

His eyes never shifted from the road ahead of us as he stepped harder on the gas pedal. "Just turn on the radio, Mae. I don't care."

Rolling my eyes at his words, I leaned forward over the center console and pressed the button to the shitty radio this old Jeep had. Hearing a soft muffle from the speakers, I turned the notch up as high as it would go. Immediately, the sound of electric guitars matched my heartbeat, and I found myself smiling as I looked to Thomas, who smirked and shook his head.

"Oh, hell yes." Vince murmured, bobbing his head to the drums that played.

I never remembered hearing music, but if this is what all of it sounded like than I think I'm in love.

The loud horn of a train suddenly caught my attention, lifting my head from the electric music blaring around us. A smirk slowly made its way up my face, and I climbed over the center console carefully, hoping not to knock Thomas out of the car. He grabbed one of the loops of my jeans that sat around my waist, helping me into the front seat. I squeezed myself in next to him, looking at Vince as he glanced at me.

"Hey..." Thomas mumbled, tapping my knee to grab my attention. I turned my head towards him, and following his point to the side, where a WICKED train casually rode smoothly across the tracks, not expecting any of our plan. The smirk on my face grew, and I tapped Vince just as Thomas had done to me. He followed our gaze, turning the wheel towards the railway.

Surprisingly, this plan was going smoothly. So far...I've learned to never speak my thoughts about the idea until after we had finished it. Then, I would possibly dodge the idea of jinxing our progress. After our last adventure six months ago, I wasn't about to bring positivity into the mission until after.

Thomas fished the radio out of his back pocket, pressing the button to communicate with the team. "Brenda, we're coming up behind! Keep 'em busy!"

Just as he shoved the walkie-talkie back into his pocket, Vince grunted harshly. "Hang on!"

I looked around for anything I could hang onto, feeling my heartbeat increase as he put more pressure on the gas, moving the car even faster than before. In a moment of anxiety, I placed my hands tightly around my knees, having nothing else to hang onto in between two very large men. The music blared around us, making me feel like a badass, contrasting with the nerves in my chest.

"Kid, hang on!" Vince yelled at me, suddenly placing his arm in front of my chest just as the car gained air, jumping over the mound of gravel that separated the tracks form the earth. I flew up about six inches into the air, feeling Vince's grip loosen as he grabbed the wheel with two hands, straightening us out. Slamming back into the seat, I cringed, my butt not having a very fun time with this ride.

Once we were aligned, the sound of the electric guitars were almost drowned out from the pebbles that flew through the metal tires. I squinted my eyes as Vince pressed on the gas, reaching for the item in my back pocket. I fumbled with it quickly before putting the red inhaler in my mouth, pressing on the top and opening my lungs, getting ready for what we were about to do. Quickly putting it back, buttoning the pocket closed, Vince turned his head towards both of us.

"This is crazy, Thomas!" He yelled over the noise that surrounded us.

I found myself chuckling at his wariness, "Crazy's good, Vince! How do you think we got this far?"

My friend glanced at me, the smallest of smiles finding its way onto his lips before he looked back at the tracks in front of us. The boy unbuckled his seatbelt, shrugging it off and carefully standing to his feet on the edge, holding onto the roof. I sucked in a sharp breath watching him do this, my eyes darting from the back of the train to him.

"Thomas..." I mumbled as he turned his body, now on the hood of the car, looking through the windshield at me. He jumped once again, placing his whole body in front of us, almost obscuring Vince's line of sight. The boy grabbed the strap that connected to the car, the only thing that kept him from falling off and possibly being run over. Grabbing the hook we had placed there a couple days ago, he adjusted it in his hand, gaining a firm grip.

"Get me closer!" He yelled back at us. I scooted myself closer to the edge, preparing to climb onto the front and jump onto the train. Thomas squatted down as the truck once again picked up speed, coming as close to the train as we could get without hitting it. Thomas quickly placed the hook on the back, just like our plan. Jumping onto one of the ladders, he turned back, waving his hand at me. "Come on, Mae!"

"Shit..." I breathed, wondering how the hell I got caught up in this boy's crazy, reckless life. Sometimes I thought he just wanted to kill me.

But I took a deep breath, just like Newt had taught me on the first day I met him, and I climbed onto the hood. Thomas gave me a reassuring nod, holding his hand out for me to grasp if I needed it. As much as I appreciated his help, I jumped onto the train without it, latching my arm around the ladder. I let go of the breath I had been holding, closing my eyes for a moment and tightening my grip.

"You okay?" His voice came out as a rasp, already seeming tired, but full of adrenaline at the same time. I nodded, humming in response and turning around to the man who was still in the car. Thomas did the same, waving his hand at him, "C'mon, Vince!"

He immediately moved his body outside the car, one hand holding the wheel in its place and the other on the hood of the car for balance. The man was the epitome of anxiety, his eyebrows creased as he lifted one foot onto the roof, throwing his entire body on in one swift motion. I clenched my teeth together, reaching my hand out for him to take as I wrapped my arm around the ladder.

Quickly glancing at the tires of the car, a whirring sound made my heart go from furiously beating, to not beating at all. In the blink of an eye, the rubber around the wheel burst, and the car fell to its side, now at a tilt.

"Woah!" Vince lost his footing, yelling in reflex and falling onto his stomach. He gripped the edge of the car, his head too close to the gravel.

I let out a sharp breath, needing to know if he was okay. We were running out of time already. "Vince?"

His head swiveled around to me as he tried to regain his stance on the newly slanted roof of the car. Realizing that the two vehicles were beginning to become farther and farther away from one another—the grappling hook starting to come undone from the train—Vince bounced up onto his two feet once again, holding his arms out to stabilize himself against the wind that threatened to knock him over.

Face full of worry, the man who was now somewhat of a father figure to me looked right into my eyes, and I knew what he was thinking. I couldn't lose him too.

Just as I started to turn myself around on the ladder, Thomas grabbed my forearm, already knowing my plan and not liking it. I turned to him with a look of betrayal, wondering how he could just let Vince stand on the car that inched away from us with every second that passed.

"Jump!" The boy suddenly bellowed at Vince. I widened my eyes, taking his outburst by surprise and I looked back towards the old man, who's teeth were now clenched with anxiety. He took one step, planting his foot on the edge of the car before he launched himself forward.

I didn't even have time to think before I reached my hand out to grab him, my other fist tightly holding onto the ladder. Thomas' arm thrusted around my body, grabbing a hold of Vince's collar as he collided with the back of the train. His legs dragged against the gravel as he attempted to pull himself onto the separate ladder with a loud grunt.

A loud clanking noise pulled me out of my concentration to help him, making my head jolt upwards just in time to see the hook detach from the train, and the car flip forwards, and off of the track. Widening my eyes, I looked over to Thomas. "Shit."

He blinked once, returning his attention to Vince, who was still struggling against the force of the railway we stood on. Thomas and I managed to pull the man up onto the ladder next to us, watching as he pressed his forehead onto the cold metal, taking a few deep breaths to calm the adrenaline rush inside him. Taking a small breather myself, I let my gaze wander to the track behind us.

"Shit." I murmured to myself again when I saw the familiar ship in the sky, heading straight towards us. The boys noticed my outburst, looking over at me with furrowed eyebrows as I pointed. "Berg."

Thomas immediately started to fumble for his radio inside his pocket, pressing the button on the side before speaking, "Hey, Brenda! You got company!"

The three of us waited, hearing the distant echoes of explosions from the front. Thomas managed to shuffle to the side just enough to get a glimpse of what was happening in front of us without falling off and ruining the entire plan. It seemed like something he would do. When he returned to his normal position, the voice of my friend came from the radio as nothing but a breathless warning:

"Thomas, you're on your own. Don't die."

I raised my eyebrows. "What a great speech, Bren."

Thomas ignored my comment, pressing the button once again and replying to her. "Good luck." He turned back to me, furrowing his eyebrows and tilting his head.

Shrugging, I replied. "What? That didn't freak you out? I mean how does that not freak you out? She's basically saying she's abandoning us to do all of the hard work." Thomas shook his head and started to climb the ladder, as did Vince. "Hello? I am speaking to you! Thomas! I'm talking—oh whatever."

I gave up on my complaints, reminding myself that it's something I don't do.

"Come on, Mae! We gotta move!" Vince's graveled voice shouted down to me as I threw my head back and groaned, beginning to climb up the metal ladder like we had planned. The boys politely waited for me on the roof, their feet spread to keep balance against the harsh wind. When I pulled myself up, Thomas turned around and began to run towards the front, leaping over the gaps in between the different cars. Rolling my eyes, I followed him, Vince being at the back.

The thrill of completing this heist caused a fire I didn't know I had with me inside of my bones. As we ran across the ceilings of the cars, jumping onto another one, I had the strange urge to smile. It wasn't like me to be so...adventurous. The only thing that I've wanted for as long as I can remember is to be normal. I still want that. But right now, on the verge of saving my best friend, I couldn't help but feel a little excited. Whichever car we took, we would be taking whoever was in it as well. That means less subjects for WICKED. Less immunes that they could possibly torture.

"How much further, Thomas?" I asked him, starting to feel the tingle in my chest. He leaped onto another cart, glancing back for only a moment before continuing to run.

"Just a little further, Mae!" He yelled back before suddenly stopping in his tracks.

Me, being the clumsy silly goose I was, skidded to a stop, placing my hands on his back before crashing into him, causing the boy to shout a quick curse word before stumbling through the hole between the two train cars. Luckily, he landed on his feet, looking up at me with squinted eyes before throwing his hands into the air.

"Sorry!" I yelled down at him as Vince pushed past me, jumping down to where Thomas was. I watched as he grabbed the bag from the younger boy, shuffling through it as I looked up just in time to see WICKED guards coming our way, launchers ready.

"Shucking hell." I murmured, grabbing onto the metal rod before gracefully lowering myself down to where the boys were. I stepped around both of them, grabbing the gun from my pocket and checking to see how many bullets I had before pointing it where I saw the guards coming from. When I saw Thomas come up beside me, I smirked.

As the first black helmet showed from above one of the crates in front of us, Thomas and I began shooting, using the target practice skills we had done together over these six months. Pulling the trigger and squinting my eyes, I could occasionally see a soldier fall over, holding some body part I couldn't make out. Breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth, I could feel my chest become tighter, all of the cardio we had been doing was starting to get to me.

One thing that I've learned through my experiences in the short life I've lived as an asthmatic, is to not mix adrenaline with cardio. The only place that gets you is bouncing off the walls while you're struggling for breath. In conclusion, it sucks.

"Vince?" Thomas shouted back to the old man who was conducting probably the most important part of our plan. Ignoring his warning, I continued to shoot at the guards, taking short breaths through my mouth with each shot that I fired.

"We're set!" He finally screamed at Thomas and I. Pressing the trigger one last time, Thomas grabbed my bicep as I shoved my gun back into the holster, bringing me over to the cart Vince was on.

"Cover your eyes!" He cautioned us, pulling something from the contraption we had managed to put together a few weeks ago in the early hours of the morning.

Yelping in reflex at the shots that were being fired towards the three of us, I made my way over to the side of the train, swinging around and gripping the ladder as I felt Thomas move his arm around me, shielding me from the explosion. I shut my eyes only for a moment before opening them again, seeing the smoke surround our two bodies.

"Hold on!" Thomas murmured just loud enough for me to hear. I tightened my grip around the ladder just as the train lurched to a stop, breaking apart from the other half. I turned my head towards the scene, in complete awe that our plan had worked this far. Usually around this point, everything begins to go to shit.

As we slowed down enough, Thomas jumped onto the floor, staring at the train to see how much time we had to execute part 3 of our idea. I hopped down as well, blowing a small strand of hair from my forehead out of the way. As I watched the other half of the train in front of us skid to a stop, Thomas and Vince turned toward the plateaus in the distance.

A high-pitched whistle brought me out of my trance, making me turn towards what was supposed to be the signal. I rubbed my hands together in anticipation, waiting to see my boy.

When a head suddenly popped up from behind a rock, I beamed as Vince waved Newt over.

"Mae, help me." Thomas murmured, tapping me on the shoulder and moving to the other side of the cart, beginning to bang on it. "Minho!" He shouted in attempt to grab the boy's attention. He should be here. We were so close.

I got the gist of what he was trying to do, and I began banging my hands on the walls of the car, yelling my best friends name like I had been doing so much in my dreams. "Minho! Minho, it's Mae! You here?"

"Mae! Mae!" A voice screamed from the inside. It was muffled by all of the other cries for help, and the shouts of desperation, but I was able to hear the faint shouts of my name despite the other noise. My face dropped in realization that my best friend was screaming my name, and he was so close.

"Minho?" I yelled again, just making sure. I slammed my palm against the barrier between his safety and my relief, wanting to just break it down. His shouts for my name continued, and I turned to Thomas. "Hey! He's here!"

"Maisy?" A familiar British accent asked me, his soft touch against my lower back sending chills up my spine despite the situation. Thomas began to run towards me, skidding against the rocky dirt as I pointed at the car.

"This one. He...He called my name. He's in here." I swallowed the lump in my throat, beginning to feel it grow by the second. I winced and grabbed my chest, shaking my head as I moved away from both guys who's faces dropped once they saw my expression.

Newt took a step towards me. "You alright? Where's your inhaler?"

I waved him off, struggling to speak. "I'm fine. I have it, go take care of Minho."

He did as I told him, but not without a moment of hesitation. From the corner of my eye, I could see Newt clench his jaw, close his eyes for a moment and then turn away, strapping the black goggles around his eyes for protection as he began to remove things from his backpack.

Fumbling with the red inhaler in my back pocket, I removed the cap for the second time today, sticking the tool in my mouth and pressing the button, immediately bringing relief to my lungs. I pressed the button a second time, repeating the actions of holding the air and slowly releasing it. Placing the cap back on my lifesaver, I looked up the the sky, closing my eyes for a moment before opening them and returning to the scene.

Thomas and Vince were standing in front of everything, looking out at the amount of soldiers that had begun to sprint towards us. I raised my eyebrows, looking at the two.

"Shit." Vince cursed. "It's gonna be close."

Both of us ignored him as he ran off to start the third part of the plan, leaving Thomas and I to stare in silence for a minute.

"You okay?" He asked me, tightening his leather gloves around his hands. I hummed and nodded.

"Yeah. Just a stupid asthma attack." I could see him peering at me while I kept my gaze locked on the soldiers in front of us. "I'd rather prevent it early on then dealing with that shit last minute, you know?"

I could see him nod, and only then did I turn around to go help Vince and see how Newt was doing. I didn't speak to anyone, doing what I had been told to do over and over. After all we've been planning this heist for half a year. I would be stupid to waste time on chatting while I could be helping.