One second Jasper and Monty were telling the rest of the 47 to pack their bags, the next second the doors were shutting on them.
"It's alright everyone, calm down!" Jasper said, trying to speak over the noise of panic.
"Everything's going to be fine, okay? Fine," Monty added. He didn't really sound like he believed it. Jasper went over to his friend, putting his hand on his shoulder.
"I'm going to try to figure out what's going on; just try to keep everyone calm, okay?" When Monty nodded, Jasper went over to the small window in the concrete doors. Before, the space outside their room had been clear of people, but now? Two guards stood with guns outside the doors, almost like they were trying to keep everyone out.
Or trying to keep everyone in.
Jasper's jaw clenched and his stomach twisted into knots. This is it, isn't it? We waited too long; President Wallace already changed his mind. We are never getting out of here. Oh, God, we are never getting out of here! He tried not to get sucked into his mind with all these horrible thoughts and worst-case scenarios, but things were going wrong left and right and somehow he felt like it was all his fault. I should've listened to Clarke. And Monty! If I had listened to them, Monty and Harper wouldn't have been tortured like that! Jasper sighed and rubbed his hand over his face as he still stood staring out the window. I wish Clarke was here. She would know what to do. Suddenly his mind went to their other co-leader and his fists clenched. What would Bellamy do?
But Jasper was snapped out of his internal monologue as a head of black hair and a pale face to match came into the corner of his vision. Down the hall, he could see Maya standing there, and his heart swelled. Maya. She could help. She could do something.
But there was something wrong with the picture he looked at as Maya's attention turned to the man next to her. The man next to her. There was a man standing next to her in a guard's uniform. He wore a hat, but Jasper could see the mop of black hair under it. He kept his head down, speaking in low tones to Maya, which she responded with, looking back over at Jasper. Their eyes met and she swallowed. The man next to her followed her gaze to the window, and Jasper could see his face more clearly.
He didn't know whether his heart had stopped or not. Was it still beating? He felt like he was in shock. No, it couldn't be.
Jasper, eyes wide, managed to move his mouth. "Bellamy?" there was no voice when he said it, but the meaning behind it was clear. The man next to Maya turned his head before Jasper could get a better look.
Maybe it's not him.
But as soon as the pair of them showed up, Maya was suddenly ushering the man-who-looked-a-lot-like-Bellamy down the hall and out of Jasper's line of sight.
A regular guard would have stayed with the other two to make sure the 47 didn't escape. A regular guard would be ushering Maya down the hall, to get her away from the commotion, not the other way around. A regular guard wouldn't have his head down like the world was going to shoot him.
It is. It's him. Bellamy's alive!
"What's going on out there?" Monty asked. There was joking in his tone, like he was trying to make light of the situation. "You've been staring out that window for a while now; there's probably not that much to see, y'know."
Jasper turned around to look at his friend. He opened his mouth to speak, but faltered. Monty's eyes narrowed.
"You okay, man? You look like you've seen a ghost." His own face paled to match Jasper's. "What is it? Is it something bad?"
Slowly, Jasper managed to move his head, shaking it back and forth.
"Then what is it?"
"I saw him, man. With Maya."
Monty eyebrows knit together, not understanding. "Saw who?"
"Bellamy. He's here. He's alive."