Thomas was sitting hunched over with his legs spread wide and his elbows resting on his knees and fingers intertwined.

Minho is sitting on the floor with one leg stretched out and one bent up towards the ceiling, his arm slung over his knee.

Alex was sitting cross-legged on the floor next to Minho. She rested her chin in her fist, elbow pressing into her thigh.

But Newt had been chewing on his nails for a good five minutes. Alex watched him pacing the room. "Would you sit down at least?''

''How long?'' Minho groans leaning his head against the wall. We had been at the room for two hours waiting for some news.

''Sorry for the delay,'' Rat Man said, suddenly walking into the room. Minho lifted his head off the wall immediately.''The last thing I need to tell you is going to be a little shocking to you. Of course, Thomas here already knows so he won't be surprised''

''What is he talking about?'' Alex looked at Thomas waiting for an answer.

''Some of you are immune to the Flare. But ... some of you aren't.''

''Wait what?''

''The following people are not immune...''

''What?'' Swallowing hard she felt Thomas's fingertips moving slowly over her hand. Her body relaxed a bit more. She felt safe and secure, but the truth was that she wasn't even close to being safe as long as WICKED was around.