Author's Note: I do not own anything related to the 100. Characters, plots, etc. Nothing.

P.s. sorry this chapter is so short. I'm still rolling ideas for this story as well.

It had been too easy. Too way god damn easy, Bellamy Blake thought to himself as he surveyed the elegant ballroom of Roan's estate. The whole plan was to get himself on the payroll of the wealthy mayor, and of course the plan had come together flawlessly without a hitch. It had all gone like a perfectly choreographed dance.

This was why Bellamy at that moment was on edge, and feeling a lot more cautious as of late.

It all started with some hidden sharpshooter who had taken a wild shot at Roan, and of course Bellamy had been on hand to shield the man with his own body. And as to be expected, instant gratitude and a generous job offer was given to Bellamy.

Oh how, he wondered why he hadn't just shoved Roan into the path of the flying bullet. Death would have certainly have been a better way to punish that son of a bitch than the prospect of any jail sentence.

Only six days into this undercover assignment and already he wanted out. He cursed himself over and over for letting Marcus Kane coerce him into this assignment.

Having to deal with Roan's arrogance on a daily basis was more than any sane person should and could handle. The overwhelming urge to strangle the man to death grew stronger every time he laid eyes on that piece of shit.

Undercover assignments had long past lost its appeal. The hunger for a challenge was something that had motivated him when he was younger. But he has now been in retirement ever since. For six years, Bellamy has been in retirement. He retired six years ago, when the taste for intrigue and danger died along with his partner... his sister...

Oh, how he missed his beautiful sister every day. Octavia… Not a day goes by where he doesn't blame himself for letting her get killed. He promised he'd protect her, and never let anything bad happen to her. But something bad, did… He failed her…

He came out of retirement because; the tempting offer of bringing her killer to justice was something Bellamy couldn't turn away from. He wanted to avenge her death. He wanted justice. Vengeance.

Despite being on Roan's payroll, he had yet to be contacted by the elusive undercover agent with the code name Austen. His assignment was to help the undercover FBI agent escape Roan's heavily guarded compound.

Kane had lured him out of retirement with the promise that Austen had gathered enough evidence to make the Roan and his men pay for their crimes. Or so that was the rumor.

Bellamy was tired of waiting and was at a risk of losing his patience all together. It would all be over soon, he thought, gritting his teeth. But for some strange reason, deep down, the words that really came to haunt him was, it is only the beginning.

What was he getting himself into? Bellamy thought to himself, as he stepped farther into the wolves' den.