When Bellamy Blake was a child, his mother instilled within him a deep-rooted sense of loyalty. She told him that loyalty, above all else, is what strengthens the human spirit in the most desperate of times. Until the 100, until Clarke, Octavia had been Bellamy's priority, his world, his only friend amongst a sea of enemies. But now, he had a bigger family to worry about. Bellamy Blake was going to rescue his friends at whatever cost, even if that meant blowing up the whole goddam planet.

He once more raised his sniper rifle to eyelevel, surveying the Grounder camp through the scope. There had to be at least twenty of them guarding the main gate meaning there was three times as many on the inside. Every single one of the bastards was well armed and well armored. It would require a whole army to breach the camp.

Bellamy cursed vehemently.

"That's it, I've had enough of this bullshit. I'm going to kill every last one of them." Finn, suddenly making an appearance, grabbed the rifle out of Bellamy's hands. The love-stuck son of a bitch finally went over the deep end. Although, Bellamy suspected the idiot fell overboard the moment he was born.

"Are you crazy?" he hissed and pulled Finn back into the dirt. "Being a martyr isn't going to save Clarke!"

Finn wrestled out of Bellamy's grip, still holding the gun. His eyes were wild, red with passion and rage. It was Finn's primal look of hunger that made Bellamy take a step back. He may be bold, but Bellamy wasn't stupid, he knew when to back off an impulsive, revenge driven man.

"Put the gun down Finn." he instructed, his voice low and authoritative. Finn scrambled backwards on his legs, the sniper rifle raised and pointed at Bellamy. With noise carrying like it did, Bellamy just hoped that the idiot had enough sense to keep quiet.

"You know we have to go in there Bellamy." Finn said. He slowly lowered the gun and crawled back up the hill. He raised it and studied the entrance.

Bellamy shook his head. "Not like this." he said, coming to rest beside Finn. "Not without a plan." He nervously watched as Finn's finger hovered above the trigger, moving backwards and forwards across the warmed metal.

"Since when did Bellamy Blake have a plan?" he said, indignant.

Now that – that was a good question.

"I wouldn't expect a Spacewalker to understand, but I have people to lead and therefore a job that requires certain responsibilities." Bellamy snapped, only slightly annoyed. He glanced over at Finn who still held the sniper rifle at eye level. Apparently his outburst of blind rage had passed. Still, his wandering fingers made Bellamy anxious.

He resigned the act of confiscating the gun and resorted to lying on his back, staring up at the tree canopy. They had been staked out here for a good three days now and there had been no significant movement. Bellamy began to wonder if Murphy had led them on a wild goose chase. He shut his eyes at the thought and immediately Clarke's image appeared before him, her blonde hair mangled. The exasperated expression on her face made Bellamy's stomach tighten with worry.

Where was she? Where were they?

"Bellamy!" Finn's voice was urgent and full of excitement, "Bellamy!"

"What is it?" he asked, his voice flat and emotionless. He threw an arm over his eyes. Honestly, did he ever shut up?

"Clarke! It's Clarke!"

Bellamy rolled onto his chest and had the rifle in his hands in mere seconds. But he didn't need the scope to see that it was Clarke. He could tell it was her by the way she walked, the way she held herself, the way she looked defiantly at every Grounder she passed. Her hands were bound behind her back and her captor shoved her viciously whenever Clarke stumbled. Bellamy growled.

"Who is she with?" Bellamy demanded, his gun already pointed at the back of the female Grounder. Every fiber of his being sparked with energy and his vision became crystalline.

"Anya, their female leader. She's the one that forced Clarke to save one of her people." Finn added, his mannerisms impatient. "We need to…"

"Stop!" Bellamy barked. It took all his will power to drag his gaze away from Clarke and onto Finn. "Now I want to rescue her as much as you, but it won't do us any good if we run in there and get ourselves captured."

"We wait for Murphy, Sterling and Monroe." he added, ending the discussion. He looked back down at Clarke and Anya. It appeared as though there was some argument about letting them pass inside. Anya was speaking loudly in Grounder tongue and motioning towards Clarke who was making a valiant effort to escape her hold. When the other Grounders shook their heads and grunted, Anya partly shoved, partly threw Clarke to the ground.

Bellamy nearly jumped up, going against his earlier warnings, and was about to go tear that bitch apart. A primal protectiveness consumed his body and mind. He wanted nothing more than to see Clarke safe and unscathed. Finn slammed Bellamy back onto the ground, grasping him by the shirt.

"For a leader, you don't follow your own advice very well." Finn pointed out.

"Thanks for the memo." he replied through gritted teeth and watched helplessly as the Grounders finally let Anya and Clarke through the gates. Clarke was hoisted up by the female Grounder and practically dragged inside. They both heard the gates shut with a resounded slam, sealing Clarke to an unknown fate.

"We're getting them out tonight." Bellamy glowered, looking at Finn. "And I have an idea."