Scorchslayer's Journal - Part 2
- Belching Betty: On Tate's body.
Sylvester Tate: Okay, "squad leader." Tim and Andrew are both dead. Now what the hell are we supposed to do!?
Rita Wilcox: Shut up, Sy... she's recording.
Maxine Ballard: Entry two. We've lost Timothy Wolfe and Andrew Rhodes to a swarm of Scorched, and the rest of us barely made it past them alive. I'm beginning to think Melody Larkin may have underestimated the difficulty of this exam.
Sylvester: You're damn right she did! This is suicide! Well, the hell with this, I'm going back!
Rita: No you're not. You're sticking with us.
Sylvester: Why? So we can get picked off one by one until we're all dead!? No way, not me!
Rita: You know what, Sy? You've been acting like a coward ever since we started tackling the Scorched at the farms. And now Tim and Andrew are dead because of you!
Sulvester: What the hell are you talking about!?
Rita: I saw him, Max. You're accusing someone else on team, angry Tim and Andrew were holding and they told Sy to watch the back. But he didn't. He ran away and left their rear flank wide open. That's what took them down!
Sylvester: Bullshit! She's lying Max!
Maxine: Both of you, knock it off! Sylvester, if you want to go, go. But you're going back alone. And I guarantee we didn't clear everything behind us. But even if you make it, mark my words, you'll never be a part of this squad again.
Sylvester: Fine, to hell with both of you. I'm out of here!
Rita: You're seriously letting him go?
Maxine: Yeah, Rita. We're better off without him.