Prologue

"They're going to the Ground, Bellamy," the Commander of the Ark told him one sunny afternoon. Or maybe not sunny. There is no sun on the Ark. "I can guarantee you a seat," he trailed off. I know your girlfriend is among the 100 juvenile delinquents."

A shadow passed through Bellamy's eyes. "What do I have to do?" On the Ark, trading services was the going money.

The Commander handed him a gun. "Kill the chancellor. They leave in twenty minutes."

Bellamy didn't take it. "And what if I don't?"

The Commander shrugged. "She goes alone, and probably dies, and you get floated since I would turn you in." He paused, eyeing Bellamy from head to toe. "I thought you had it in you, Janitor Blake. But maybe I was wrong." He feigns to walk away.

"Wait," Bellamy said. "I'll do it." His deep voice resonated around the small room he shared with his mother.

"Good," the Commander of the Ark said, turning around with a smirk. "That's better." He handed him the gun again and this time, Bellamy took it. The Commander checked his watch. "They leave in eighteen minutes. You better hurry if you want to make it to the drop ship."

Bellamy left his brooms behind him, tucked the gun in his waistband and walked away. His steps were determined. He had a job to do and he would do it. He headed to the Mess Hall, where he was sure he would find Thelonius Jaha. And sure enough, The Chancellor was there, alone, reading a book on a tablet. Bellamy tiptoed behind Jaha. Everything went fast. He jumped in front of him and shot without really seeing where he was shooting. Once the shot was fired, he ran away.

The Commander of the Ark was waiting for him near the entrance of the Drop ship. When Bellamy walked past him, he grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a small dark corridor.

"Is it done?" he whispered.

Bellamy couldn't say the word. So he nodded.

"Good boy." The Commander gave him a spare Guard's uniform. "Escort the prisoners inside. Once inside, you take a seat on the lowest level."

Bellamy nodded again and walked away.

"Good luck," The Commander said.

Bellamy didn't look back. He still couldn't fathom what he had just done. And he was about to smuggle himself among one hundred prisoners to protect the girls of his dreams. She was in lock-up because of him. but she had taken the blame alone, refusing to say his name when they asked her who was her accomplice. She knew he would be floated, since he was twenty-three. She was only seventeen, now. Soon eighteen.

He shook the thought away and grabbed the arm of the first Prisoner in line, and escorted him inside. He hadn't seen her, yet, but she would come. He sat in a seat on the lowest level of the Ship, strapped himself in with the red seatbelts and waited. It took twelve minutes for everyone to be inside and strapped down. He closed his eyes and ignored everyone else.

The ship was launched and it was all noise and jolting around. A lot of the 100 were screaming. Were they going down to their deaths? Of course, they were. They were expendable. The Counsel had made it clear. But why now?

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