After his little outburst with Alex, Iggy was getting a wide breath. Which was fine with him, he liked things better that way. It was early, he had food, he just wanted to be left alone.
There was a general murmuring of conversation, trying to figure out what Lot and the others were talking about. Meetings between the Keepers weren't unusual...but the way Lot had called that one was. Iggy didn't particularly care...at least until Kane showed up.
“Can I get all my fucking runners out here? Because apparently, Mr. Big Shot over there is trying to kill us all. We’re gonna do a vote, right here and right now.”
Iggy raised an eyebrow slowly, followed by his fork to his mouth. Lot called a lot of questionable shots, but even he could admit the guy was usually trying to keep them alive, not the other way around. That's why there rules after all.
Ah, and there came Mr. Bigshot himself, trying to keep things contained. "Kane! Shut it! Don’t get klunked man. You’ll get stuck in the lock up, so cut it out.” Silence. All the Gladers were paying attention now. Even the late risers were hanging out of their hammocks, brows drawn and eyes curious. Iggy sighed, and went back to his food.
The others were splitting up quicker than usual, breaking for their posts, and Iggy sighed when he heard Kane's voice, knowing for sure he was getting called out. He nodded simply, tossed his plate away, and easily bounced to his feet. Hands shoved in his pockets, he headed towards the little group getting ready to hit the maze.
[b]"So milord, is it true that Lot wants us in the maze at night?"
This time, Iggy felt both eyebrows raise, and he turned towards Kane. "What?" Lot wanted to send them out at night? That...didn't sound like him.