The Fever Code

Teresa asked the question for both of them. “The maze trials?”

“Our plan,” Chancellor Anderson said, “is for this to be the command center for what we’re calling the Maze Trials, as advanced a facility as any research institution has ever had. This should be finished within a couple of months, and then the two mazes themselves completed within two or three years. Maybe four.”

And second, he saw the name on the monitors.
Newt.

Minho. The boy’s name was Minho.

“Nice to meet ya, shank,” the boy said. “Welcome to the Glade.”

“Sometimes I forget what a sweet dork you can be. I wish you’d let this side of you come out more.”
“My sweet dork side? I didn’t know I had such a thing. But I guess I’ll take that as a compliment?”
“Yes, you should take it as a compliment.”

The next day, he got the official word.
Dr. Paige had approved the insertion of the Elites into the Maze Trials.

Teresa, he said with his mind on the way back to the complex.
Yeah?
After a long pause, he finally said it.
They’ll never find a cure.

As he and the others trekked across the wasteland, he had plenty of time to think over his budding plan to save his friends. It could happen. It really could. He just needed to convince WICKED of two things—insert him into the maze, and do it without erasing his memories. For any kind of plan to work, he had to have his mind intact. Only then would he know how to get them out.
There were details to figure out. How, when, and where to get weapons. How to shut down the Grievers. Where to go if they did somehow escape the WICKED complex. But he had time.
It really could work.

“What’s there to be scared about?” Thomas asked. “A postapocalyptic city with no government or security, surrounded by a desert and swarming with Cranks. I mean, come on. Don’t be a sissy.”