"Brenda, we're coming up behind. Keep 'em busy." I say into the walkie talkie.

"Hang on!" Vince yells as he starts driving faster and I grip my hand on top of the car.

A few minutes later, we start catching up with the train.

"This is crazy, Alana!" Vince yells over the loud engine.

"I know." I simply say as I take off my seatbelt and climb on top of the car. "Get me closer!" I yell as I teach the hood of the car while grabbing the hook.

Vince starts speeding up and I get closer to the train's hook. I finally hook the slot and jump onto the ladder.

"C'mon, Vince!" I yell, motioning my hand to him and he slowly gets up from the driver's seat. Once he manages to step foot on the head of the car, a tire flats, causing Vince and car to break down.

"Vince!" I exclaim and I look to see the hook shaking in the train's slot. "Jump!" I yell to him and he does so.

The hook unlocks from the train's slot and I duck as our car falls back, landing upside down on the train tracks. I then look down and help Vince up. Once I do, he nods at me while gripping the ladder.

"Shit!" Vince says as he turns around to see the scene.

"Let's go!" I tell him as I start climbing up the ladder.

"Hey! Berg!" Vince yells and I turn my head to see it flying toward us.

"Hey, Brenda, you got company!" I yell into the walkie talkie.

"Go, go, go!" I hear her yell in the background and I watch the scene of mini explosions. "Alana, you're on your own. Don't die." Brenda says into the walkie talkie.

"Good luck!" I tell her, signing off. We gotta move. "C'mon!" I tell Vince and he nods as we start climbing up the ladder.

Once we do, we start jogging and jumping over each train, trying to get to the right one where Minho could possibly be in. But we stop in our tracks as we see guards with machine guns running toward us.

I see Vince hop down into an opening and I take off my bag.

"Give me the bag!" Vince yells and I toss it down to him.

I then hop down and run in front of Vince, holding my gun out, ready to shoot.

"Shoot!" Vince says and I start shooting at the guards.

"Vince?" I say, turning back to him for a quick second.

"We're set! Cover your ass!" Vince yells and I put my gun back in my pocket. "Take cover!" He says as I run over to a side ladder.

I start to move away slowly, but I turn my head and the explosion sets off, making the guards fall back. A part of the train then stops and I pick my head up, seeing the other half slowing down.

Vince and I hop down to see the other half of the train now stopping. I turn my head and make a whistle with two fingers in my mouth. Newt and Thomas come out from a rock, looking at us.

"Newt! Thomas!" Vince yells, waving his hand and I nod at the boys.

"Alright, c'mon, let's go. C'mon!" Newt and Thomas say and Brandon and Zane come running after them.

I then run back to the train and start banging on them.

"Minho! Minho, can you hear me?" I yell as I keep banging on the train.

I then look up to see hear Minho's faint scream and my heart starts pounding.

"This one. This one!" I tell Newt ad he runs over to me.

He nods at me and I run back to Vince and Thomas while Newt puts on his goggles.

"Oh, shit!" Vince mutters and we look to see guards coming our way. "It's gonna be close." He says, patting my back before running off.

I nod at Thomas and we run after him. We then climb on top of the train and help Vince pull the rope up. I latch it on the last hook and I look down at Newt.

"Newt, how you doing?" I say, raising my voice.

"Don't rush me, love!" Newt says and I roll my eyes.

"Cut that hair and then say that to me!" I yell back and I hear him faintly chuckle.

I then flinch to the sound of the bullets being fired by guards. I take out my gun and start shooting at them.

"Shit!" Vince says as he stumbles with Thomas behind me.

"Newt, get up here!" I yell.

"Almost there." He yells back.

Vince then hops down to the ground and starts shooting at the guards from a closer angle. Thomas and I then duck as a bullet almost hit our heads.

"Newt, go!" I hear Vince yell and I hear his footsteps increase onto the ladder.

"Where the hell are they?" Newt asks as he lays down on the other side of me.

"I don't know!" I tell him as Thomas and I keep shooting at them.

Once Brandon climbs up, I hear the Berg and the boys and I look up to see it flying over us.

"C'mon!" I yell as the Berg opens, letting the latch down.

"Lower!" Newt says, looking up at it.

I jump up and pull the lever down with all the strength I have in my right hand. Thomas and Newt help me pull it down a little further. I then hook the latch and I look back up.

"Go, go!" I yell, signaling my hand to them.

"Vince, get up here!" Newt yells, peering his head down.

"Now, Vince!" Thomas yells and we all help him get up onto the train.

I then stand back up and start shooting at the guards, making a few headshots as we start going up.

"Yeah! Suck my dick!" I shout, smiling up at the Berg and I see Frypan and Brenda give a smile back while Thomas and Newt laugh at me.

"Yeah! Alright, guys!" Newt yells and I hug him and Thomas.

"You're a legend." Brandon says and I chuckle as he respectfully shakes my hand.

"Good job." Zane says and I nod as we shake hands.

"Whoo! Yeah!" I yell, letting my voice echo through the place.

"That was great." Vince says and I grin as we quickly hug.

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The train finally stops and Newt torches the doors open. We step inside and I immediately look for Minho. But I see someone else.

"Aris. Sonya." I say, running over to him and I put my hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you guys okay?" I ask the two.

"Yeah, we're fine." Sonya nods and I look at Aris's bruised face.

"Jesus." I mutter, then turning on my heels to search the Minho. "It's okay. You guys are safe. Alright? Just hang on." I tell the kids as I pass by them.

"Are you bad?" A young girl with red hair and green eyes asks me.

"No, we're not. We're gone help you, okay? I promise." I tell her and she nods at me.

As I keep walking, I feel the urge to vomit getting closer and closer as I don't see Minho sitting in any chair.

"He's not here." I whisper, looking down at the ground. "He's not here." I say again, through gritted teeth and I meet Thomas's dark eyes.

"Who are you?" A teenage boy with brown hair and hazel asks me and I look at him.

"Someone who's gonna keep you safe." I say, then turning on my heels. "Harriet, I need the bolt cutters. Minho isn't here. I'm going back." I say, tightly clutching my blade.

"Alana, are you nuts? That's not-"

"Just give me the damn bolt cutters!" I exclaim and the train goes quiet.

She slowly nods as he gives them to me. I nod at her, then twirling my blade as I make my way to the door.

"Have you gone absolutely mad?" Newt says as he pulls my arm, making me spin around and face him.

"No. I've gone completely sane. I'm getting Minho back." I say.

"Not by yourself. Are you seriously asking for a death wish? If you go back there, they'll put you down before you even go in." Newt says.

"Maybe I don't care." I say and he scoffs.

"Are you listening to yourself? You sound bloody insane! We will get Minho back, together. I'm not letting you go out there alone." Newt states. "You spent all this time saving these kids. Worry about them, first. We have Sonya and Aris back. That counts for something." He tells me and I clench my jaw.

"I made a promise to him and I'm keeping it. I can't break another one." I tell him.

"And you will keep that promise. Once we take care of these kids. We will get him back, I swear to you. For now, let's take care of these kids. They need us more than ever." Newt says, looking down at me.

"Okay." I breathe and he sighs as he pulls me into a hug. "You're warm." I mutter as I lay my head on his chest.

"Good. One of the perks of being tall." He tells me and I chuckle as I look up at him.

"Your hair is getting long." I say, running my fingers through it.

"Oh, so now you like it?" He says, raising an eyebrow at me.

"It's alright." I playfully shrug and he smirks as he pecks my lips.

I will get Minho back. I'm keeping my promise. Even it means putting my own life on the line.