Now, any normal person would have probably screamed, run around like a chicken without a head, and then exited the building. But Thomas isn't normal. He just sits there and watches.
The man on Bliss hits the gun out of Red Shirt's hand, and Thomas still just sits there watching.
Finally, Red Shirt notices the dumbfounded Thomas, and he starts yelling at him to leave. Thomas utters that he's immune.
Uhh, yeah. Probably not the best thing to tell anyone. Remember, outsiders hate Munies.
Red Shirt orders Thomas to help him get the gun. Thomas grabs it and hands it to the man, but then the man turns on Thomas. He thinks Thomas is a crazy person for not knowing what the heck is going on.
Red Shirt figures he should just test Thomas, which is a relief. He runs the test, and everything checks out.
Thomas tells Red Shirt he works for WICKED, which is why he's in Denver.
Another bad idea.
Meanwhile, the guy with the Flare is screaming and stuff, so Red Shirt finally shoots him with his gun. A gel-like substance comes out, and it spreads all over the top half of the man, seeping into every crack in his skin.
Red Shirt then tells Thomas that he has to come with him somewhere.
Way to go, Thomas: now you're a hostage. For like the zillionth time.