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Miller came rushing back to the group as dusk started to fall, their first day on the road back to Eden. He was carrying another scout over his shoulders as he cried out for help. Bellamy pushed forward just as Miller was setting the other man down. "Miller, what is it?"
"We need help! It's Obika!" Miller cried, his face frantic.
"I'll get the med kit." Clarke said as she ducked out of his sight for a moment.
Indra was the next one to speak up, "Are we under attack?"
"I don't know what's wrong!" Miller cried, their eyes meeting over the prone man. "Please! Hurry! Someone help him!"
"I'm coming!" Clarke cried as she attempted to push through the crowd that had converged on them. "I can help."
He looked back to where his wife was struggling to get through. "Let her in." He helped her down onto her knees next to the struggling man.
Her hands reached out to examine him. "He's alive, but his heart's racing." His wife's nervous eyes met his before she turned back to Miller, who stood anxiously off to the side. "What the hell happened out there?"
"We separated to cover more ground." Miller started, wringing his hands. "Then I hear him screaming out that they're everywhere, when I get to him and there's nothing. It's just more screaming and-" Miller shrugged helplessly.
"There's something inside him." Clarke exclaimed, her eyes darted to him. "We need to get him in the tent."
"Get him in the tent." He ordered and they quickly followed the prone man into the tent, before turning to the group that tried to follow. "Nobody else comes inside."
Clarke rushed ahead pushing the maps and other stuff off the table in the center of the space. "Right here. Put him on the table." Their eyes met over the top of the dying man. "Help me get his jacket off."
"Clarke, what is this?" He asked, motioning Miller forward.
"I don't know." She shook her head. "We've never walked through this, we've only ever used the rover. Miller, tell us exactly what happened."
"Nothing happened." Miller shrugged again looking between Clarke and him. "We stopped to eat and then we separated again. Next thing I knew, he was screaming."
"Your rations, show me?" When he shot a confused look at Clarke, she shrugged. "He was eating when it happened."
"Nothing's wrong with our rations." Indra called from the back of the tent. When he looked at her she had her ration in her hand, turning it over, her eyes intense as she studied it.
"Well, it got in him somehow." Clarke mumbled to herself. "Wait. Look. It came from the sand." Her eyes shot to him, frantic. "We have to go back."
"What? Why?" He reached out to steady her, his thumb brushed softly along her collarbone after his hand settled on her shoulder.
"He told Miller that they were everywhere." He felt her start to shake underneath the hand that still rested on her.
"Yes," he agreed. "but Miller just said he saw nothing."
"Everywhere could mean everywhere inside him." She looked terrified as she pulled out from under his hand, moving around to his side of the table and tucking herself under his arm.
"Clarke, can we help him?" He asked quietly, pulling her tighter to his body, when she shook her head no.
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Madi jumped when someone ran into the clearing, Echo's sword going to their neck, demanding for them to remain quiet. She was more surprised when the sword clattered to the ground and Echo's arms went around the woman. "Oh, thank God." Echo whispered.
"Raven knew you guys would be watching the camp." When the two girls pulled apart, Madi recognized the newcomer speaking as Harper. "We gotta go. Now."
Monty hugged Harper fiercely, his voice muffled from their embrace. "Where's Raven?"
"She's still there." Harper said, turning back to the group, her hand coming up to the collar on her neck. "She made a deal to get me out. Listen."
"Shock collar?" Murphy asked.
Harper nodded and Madi watched as Emori moved in closer, popping something open on the collar before Monty stopped her with a hand on her shoulder and a shake of his head.
"What about Abby and Kane?" Echo moved in closer, almost blocking Madi off from their conversation. "We saw them being led off the ship."
"You did?" Harper asked, surprised. "That means they got the bunker open. Did they not come back?"
"Did you hear anything about my parents?" Madi surged forward, pushing herself into their circle, annoyed, her eyes narrowing at Echo. "I told you they got the bunker open."
Harper turned to look at Madi for the first time. "Your parents?" Madi nodded. "Who are your parents?"
Madi stiffened her back. "Clarke and Bellamy."
Murphy cut Harper off from replying, just as she opened her mouth. "It's a long story. We can get back to it in a minute but first tell us about this deal Raven made."
Madi huffed, wanting to know more about her parent's safety but it seemed to snap Harper back into focus. "We have to get a warning to them before Eligius fires their missiles. Clarke and Bellamy."
"Missiles?" Murphy asked.
"Yeah," Harper nodded. "Raven said that we need to get into radio range."
Murphy finally turned to her. "Where'd you park the Rover?"
"It's in the bear cave. I'll drive." Madi said already moving, not turning back to check if the others were following. "Don't worry. The bears are gone."
It took her longer to get to the rover than she would have liked because her mother's friends kept slowing her down but eventually they did. She tried to hurry everyone into the rover and as soon as the last door closed she was racing out of the cave, turning towards Polis.
Murphy, who sat next to her, pulled a radio that looked eerily like her mother's to his lips. "Clarke, come in. It's Murphy. Please tell me you can hear me."
She stared at him from the corner of her eye as she traveled the familiar path. He looked back at her, watching her watch him for a moment before he asked "What?"
"I thought you'd be funnier." She shrugged. She heard someone in the back telling Harper that Clarke had told her stories as Murphy floundered for a minute. "Or maybe more reckless."
He raised his eyebrow but a smile climbed onto his lips all the same. "Oh really?"
"Yeah, you were my favorite." Her shoulders slumped, before calling back to the rest of them as she pressed her foot harder on the gas. "I mean, no offense. Clarke said she wouldn't have made it without each one of you."
"We wouldn't have made it without her." Murphy said, his voice thick. "Not even close."
Before anything further could be said she heard Harper choking in the back and she slammed on the brakes. Monty screamed from the back, "The collar must have a proximity tether. Madi, back up!" She threw the rover in the reverse. "That's it. Stop here."
Slamming on the brake she put the rover in park and turned around in the seat. All of them talking over each other. Harper slumped towards the door of the rover. "We have to stop those missiles."
"What are you doing?" Monty asked, his hand grasping her shoulder.
Madi sighed, crossing her arms about to interject before Harper opened the back door, jumping out. "What I have to do, okay? Just leave me behind."
"No way." Monty shook his head, reaching for her. "If it has a tether, it'll have a tracker, too. They're probably on their way right now."
Harper nodded. "That means you gotta go. Go. Before our friends explode."
She sighed again, only waiting long enough to watch Monty jump out of the rover before she turned around and took off, racing towards her parents.
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Clarke pulled the curtain aside when she heard a commotion outside the tent, a wall of sand just off into the distance making their people nervous. She felt her husband's hand on her shoulder as she turned back to look up at him. "It's a sandstorm. It's blocking the way back."
"Can we outrun it?" He asked, though she knew that he knew the answer already.
"As long as it keeps moving laterally from east to west, we shouldn't have to," She said anyway. "but if the wind shifts." She let her words trail off.
"Then there's no choice. We keep moving." He agreed.
Miller's voice pulled them back into the room as he called for them, called that Obika was awake. She rushed back to the table, ordering them to hold him down as he writhed, screaming. His flailing arms scrabbling at his stomach. She lifted his shirt only to see the skin under his fingers wiggling wildly. She barely had time to examine him, when the skin ruptured, horrifying worms pouring out. They all started to scramble towards the entrance of the tent.
She heard her husband shouting out for Indra to burn the tent down and before she knew it there was a blazing fire pouring forth from the tent. She turned at the sound of her sister-in-law's cry saying that she couldn't feel her legs. She rushed over to her only to find a bite on her forearm. "It must be venom of some sort. Put her arm on the table." She directed Lincoln. "We can't let it get into her torso." She turned to Miller, "I need you to make a tourniquet out of whatever you can find and get me a med kit."
He nodded and took off, her husband's worried voice was by her ears, saying things she already knew. "There were dozens of those worms. They must lay their eggs -"
"Thank you!" She cut him off, taking the tourniquet from Miller's hands and wrapping it tightly around Octavia's arm. She turned back to her sister, trying to offer some comfort as she tried to keep her eye on the worm. "I'm right here. I'm right here."
Octavia nodded, her hand coming up to grasp Clarke's shoulder. Her husband once again interjected his worry. "Will that stop it?"
"It's not for the worm." She said, taking a moment to look into his eyes, trying to offer him some comfort as well. "It's for the blood. I need a knife now!"
Miller handed her a knife and Octavia asked her what she was waiting for as her hand gripped her. She nodded, taking a steadying breath. "Okay, you gotta stop moving."
"Whatever you're going to do," Octavia said, gritting her teeth. "do it."
"Okay, this is gonna hurt." She pressed her knife to the skin just below the tourniquet, where the worm had been stalled, bulging the skin outwards.
"Clarke?" Bellamy pressed, as she fought to get a good hold on the worm. "Clarke, you're gonna lose it."
"Like hell I am." She gritted her teeth as she pulled the still struggling worm. "I got it! Stay still."
She heard the call of her friend claiming an emergency over the radio, her eyes meeting Bellamy's briefly. "I got this. Take it."
He nodded. "Come in. Murphy, it's me. Something tells me we got your emergency beat."
"I doubt that." Murphy called back. "The prisoners have an eye in the sky on the mothership, and a missile system on their transport ship."
Clarke felt her heart sink in her chest, Bellamy repeating the question swimming in her head. "Missiles?"
Octavia cried out as she continued to try to wrestle the worm out of her arm, almost drowning out the sound of Murphy over the radio. "They're on their way to you right now. You have to move. Hide somewhere, take cover, whatever."
"Hide from an eye in the sky?" She looked up at her husband for a moment before turning back down to the worm she almost had it out.
She could hear her husband grinding his teeth as he called back into the radio. "How are we supposed to do that?"
"Harper says we have a friend inside." Murphy called back as she finally pulled the worm from Octavia's arm, cutting the head off and tossing both ends towards the still burning fire. "If he's right, the eye won't be watching. You have a window but you have to move now."
She finished wrapping her sister's wound and moved towards her husband as Lincoln helped Octavia down to the ground. Clarke's hand covered her husband's hand that clenched the radio, pulling it out of his hand as she whispered to him, her worry reflected on his face as she questioned him. "Where do we find cover from missiles in the middle of a wasteland?
"If they see us retreat," He whispered back to her, "they'll stand down."
"Even if we did retreat, the path back puts us in the middle of a sandstorm." She leaned into his chest as his hand came up to wrap around her. From over his shoulder, she watched in horror as the sandstorm started to turn their way. "Bellamy?"
"Yeah?" He pulled back to look at her.
She looked around at all the people that surrounded them. "Don't look now, but the sandstorm just turned our direction." Her mind began to race and she struggled to come to grips with the reality in front of them now that she had nothing to focus her frenzied energy on. Her still bloody hand fell to her kicking baby, the one that seemed to thrive with her anxious energy and the words he shouted out to his general sounded hazy in her ears.
She watched as a flurry of activity started around them but the only thing she could seem to focus on was the life under her fingertips. Her husband wrapped his arms around her shoulder and he shepherded her off after the rest of their people. When she finally pulled herself back into the present they were moving towards the sandstorm. Bellamy shushed her as she started to question him, his own hand dropping to cover the one that still rested over their child.
When they stopped, Indra was shouting for them to form a circle around her, Bellamy and her wounded sister. She tried to protest for hours but the words were weak on her tongue as their people huddled around them. Tears fell from her eyes as she heard the grunts of people being injured from the glass in the storm. The sound of a bomb echoed in the direction they'd come from, shaking her to her core. She looked towards Bellamy as his fingers turned her face towards his. She leaned in towards him, her own hands wrapping around her belly again.
"What about the tents?" She asked over the sound of Indra calling for the huddle to Hold. "Why aren't we under the tent? We had more."
"We can't risk drawing more attention to us." His hand stroked her hair. "I couldn't risk you and the baby."
She pulled back to look in his eyes. "What baby? Jackson said -"
"Shh." Bellamy cut her off. "Jackson said he couldn't see anything wrong."
"No, he said he couldn't see anything." She corrected him.
He shushed her again, pulling her back against his chest as he began to rock her gently. She turned her head slightly, her eyes connecting with Octavia who was similarly pressed to Lincoln's shoulders. The night was long as she listened to her people's pain, counting every cry or grunt of pain.
Mere hours before the sunrise the winds finally died down and she pulled her tired frame away from her husband and began the tedious work of treating the wounded and closing eyes after confirming the deaths. Her weary bones were slow moving as she made her rounds.
As she looked in on Indra who was leaning heavily against a boulder near the group Lincoln looked over to her from where he stood near Octavia. She listened to the general's chest and the rattle of her lungs was loud. Lincoln's voice was raspy as he asked, "What's wrong with her? Is it a worm?"
"I don't think so." She said sitting back, "I'm guessing there's glass in her lungs. We gotta get her back to Polis, back to Jackson."
Bellamy kicked into action at her words, telling their men to get moving as Miller approached asking what to do about their dead. She heard him call out for the others to "take their weapons and their armor but to leave the bodies."
"Leave them?" Miller asked.
"There's no time, the enemy can see us." He nodded, moving to help the rest of their men. The wounded started to move towards Polis. "Sound the retreat."
"Prepare to move out!" Indra called out, her voice slightly raspy as many other's voices were.
"You heard her." Miller called out just after her, moving to wrap an arm under one of the injured men. "Let's move, boys."
Clarke turned, moving back towards Octavia, "How's that arm?" She asked, lifting the bandage wrapping the wound on her arm. "Damage to the muscle should be minimal, but we'll know more in a few days."
Octavia nodded, her hand coming to rest over Clarke's. "Thank you for saving my life." Bellamy moved over to help Clarke stand back up at the same time that Lincoln was helping Octavia to her feet. "I'm glad you're alive, big brother. You too, Clarke."
The sound of their people shouting hand them all turning towards the sound of tires moving over sand. She waddled after their people as she watched people pointed their guns at the approaching sound. Her feet picked up pace as she recognized the rover as it rounded the hill of sand, a smile gripping her lips.
The door flung open and Clarke witnessed the most beautiful sight of her daughter hopping out of the rover. Her husband rushed forward to swing their daughter around in his arms as she closed in on them. Madi pulled away from her father, leaping in Clarke's arms. She vaguely heard Bellamy greeting the others as she swayed side to side with her daughter pressed tightly against her.
When they finally parted, Murphy pulled her solidly into his arms, his hands grasping at the leather of her jacket. She could feel the tears threatening to slip down her face as she pressed against his shoulder. Murphy swayed them as she had just swayed her daughter. "It's so good to see you Clarke." Murphy sounded choked as he tucked his chin to her shoulder.
She pulled herself away from Murphy, slightly, her hands wiping at the tears on his cheeks before wiping her own away. She drug his hands away from her shoulder to rest them against her belly. " I wish you could have been here." She paused, clearing her throat. "For the others, the ones I lost. I called you. Everyday."
"I know. Madi told us." He pulled his hands back and tugged her back into his arms. "She's so strong and she doesn't listen to anyone. Just like her mother."
They laughed as they pulled away from each other again, her sad smile mirrored on his face. "Wells is back at the bunker. I know he will be happy to see you and we should get back, we need to regroup."
He nodded as he helped her into the back of the rover, the rest of their group already inside. She could hear her husband directing the people who wouldn't fit in the rover to start heading back and that one of them would be back for them. Madi settled against her side as she leaned on her friend. She met her husband's eyes as he climbed in the rover, her heart overflowing with emotion as she realized how much she'd missed them over the years.
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Madi had refused to leave her side as she helped Octavia into a tent, Lincoln and Bellamy having head back out to get the rest of their people. She settled Octavia onto a chair and told Madi to grab her med kit. The soft thud of the bag by her feet pulled her eyes to her daughter who rolled her eyes. She lifted her brow at her daughter, who shrugged and leaned against the post of the tent.
She lifted the bandage off Octavia's wounds. "Gross." Madi said but her tone of voice was more fascinated than disgusted.
"Madi." She chided as her sister-in-law laughed. She turned her narrowed eyes on O who just laughed again. "The infection's passing, but this is gonna hurt. Are you sure you don't want Jackson?"
Octavia shook her head as her hands clenched against the chair she sat in. "Jackson's tending to Indra and the others in medbay. Just do it."
"Madi's a big fan." Clarke spoke in an even tone, hoping to distract her sister-in-law as she debrided the wound. "She's heard every story about her aunt who saved the human race."
Octavia winced as Clarke's cloth moved across her skin before turning to Madi. "Now what's your story? You survived 6 years of radiation? What's your secret? You're lucky your parents found you."
Madi snorted but agreed and Clarke smiled at her daughter before wrapping a clean bandage over the wound. Miller's head popped into the tent as he asked, "Ready to move?"
"She needs another day's rest." Clarke returned as she backed away from Octavia who was already pushing to her feet.
"I need to be with our people. I'm done licking my wounds. Let's go remind the others what we promised them." Octavia winced as she slowly started to limp her way out of the room.
Madi sidled up to Clarke as she stood to follow after her sister. "Octavia's such a badass." Clarke agreed as O shot a wink at her niece over her shoulder.
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Bellamy looked around at the faces in the room. His sister was still pale as she leaned over the table. Lincoln looked over at O as he addressed the room, his face drawn with worry. "Hundreds are still refusing to come out of the bunker, afraid they'll be bombed in the streets. Word has spread about our defeat in the wasteland. Diyoza's firepower has crippled us."
Octavia pushed herself off the table in frustration. "We need to do something."
The sound of a ship's engine was heard just before the sound of horns filled the air. The room burst into activity as he darted out into the open streets of Polis. Clarke and Lincoln's shouts chased him from the room. The sight of something falling from the ship had him turning back towards his wife and child. "Move, move, move!" He cried out as he started to shepard them away from the falling objects.
"Bellamy." Lincoln called out. "Bellamy, get in the bunker."
He felt more than saw Clarke's head turn towards the falling objects. "Bellamy, look."
He slowed their movement as he turned to look, fabric trailed above the metal boxes, slowing their descent from the sky. The clang of metal hitting what remained of the street hit his ears, his hand still gripping his wife and child ready to pull them away should he need to.
The wall of the box dropped and he watched as food they desperately needed rolled out. His eyes turned around to his people. "This is Colonel Diyoza offering you a chance for peace." The sound of their enemy rang out from the speakers at the top of the boxes. "I know you all suffered, I know you're hungry, and so many of you are weary but now you have a choice. Abandon your weapons, leave your people behind, and join us in Shallow Valley.
We have plenty of food and shelter for those seeking a better life."
Echo walked up behind them, her hand falling on Clarke's shoulder. "She's recruiting."
They nodded as they turned back around to their people who started to come back out now that the danger seemed to have passed. "When our ship returns tonight, head for the wastelands. Anyone waiting for us outside the ruins will be rescued. But come unarmed. If anyone attacks our ship, we will retaliate against your city with lethal force. We're watching everything, always. There is a place in the valley for all of us, so please choose wisely."
The message continued to ring out as their people looked at them. Clarke pulled away from him as she turned to Wells, asking him to pull the speakers and turn them off.
He moved forward in front of their people, he knew that Clarke had the background noise taken care of. "People." He called out as the sound of Diyoza's voice dropped off one by one. "I know you are hungry. But this could be a ploy to kill us off before we can make a stand. Give us time to ensure nothing is poison, once we can confirm your safety you can get your first taste of what is in store for all of us once we reach the valley."
A cheer rose up above the din of still echoing speakers.
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After having moved inside the bunker Clarke had shuffled Madi off to work with Kara to help with the food that had been dropped. She turned her attention back to the speaker on the table, her husband standing over it as the looped message played. "I know you're hungry and," Bellamy flicked the sound off as he sighed.
Octavia paced the back of the room. "That might be Diyoza's voice, but those are Kane's words. He knows where we're vulnerable and he's sharing it with the enemy. We need to assume others will be willing to do the same."
Her breath caught in her throat at the reminder of her mother and Kane. "We need to do something or we could lose everything before we are even started."
The door hit the wall with a clang as Wells and Emori came in the room. A glare on her friend's face. "Our people are hungry and you're worrying about defectors? We should stop wasting time looking for enemies in Polis, and we should start trying to find a way back to that valley."
Clarke crossed her arms over her belly as she raised her eyebrows at her friend. Murphy's face was the last to her line of sight as the door closed behind him. "Last time I checked, Diyoza can see our every move." Clarke reminded them.
"That's where Emori comes in." Wells pushed Emori further into the room.
Emori looked unsure as she offered a radio to the room before speaking. "Lasercom. It's dialed right into their mother ship. All I need is a relay tower on the ground that we build out of scrap and a computer. I should be able to blind the eye from right here."
"Good plan." Octavia agreed, her pacing finally slowing. "Once it's down, we can attack."
"Fine." Bellamy nodded. "Get Miller set Emori up. We're done here. Time to train and we need to figure out how to stop people from defecting." She set her hand against Bellamy's tense back for a moment as everyone started to clear the room.
He turned to face her, his hands came up to grip her face. His lips pressed against her forehead as he whispered to her. "It's been less than a week since they hit the ground and I'm already wishing for our own world again."
"I know, Bell." She pressed against him for a moment as he tilted her head up to press their lips together for an all to brief kiss. "I know, but now you need to get out there and check our troops. I'll be waiting for you in our bed this evening after our child falls asleep."
"You make it difficult for me to leave, Clarke." Bellamy groaned as she giggled, pulling away from him. She turned him around and pushed him out the door as she moved down the other hall to collect their daughter.
Clarke rounded a corner moments later to see a bright smile on Madi's face as she spoke with the Flamekipa and Clarke felt a weight drop in her stomach at the sight. "Madi." She called to her daughter.
"Hey, Clarke." Madi waved as she looked over. "Gaia was telling me about Trikru combat tactics."
Gaia's smile was pleasant but Clarke could see the calculation in her eyes. "According to Madi, she's encountered our enemy. Perhaps she could train with our novitiates and tell them about it."
"Thank you," Clarke tried to put a smile on her face for show but Gaia's reminder about what happened to grounder novitiates had her stomach rolling. "but Madi's trained with her father already and he'll be waiting for her to help him."
"So that's how you survived." Gaia looked impressed. "Is it true that Praimfaya missed the entire valley?"
She had never been happier for her daughter's unusual ability to read her mind but Madi's once pleasant humor closed down as she moved herself under Clarke's arm. "Yes, I owe them my life."
"Gaia, if you'll excuse us," Clarke's voice trailed off as she manovered her daughter away from what could be a future threat.
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Echo leaned against the wall as she considered the question he'd posed, her eye occasionally flicking towards those training just beyond them "We are fighting an enemy we can't beat, and now Diyoza is using the fact that our people know it to pull us apart."
"So what would you do about it, Echo?" He flicked an eye towards her.
"The truth?" She shrugged. "Surrender. Only a fool fights a war they can't win."
He considered for a moment the advice she offered. The commander's in his head telling him to come to the table for advice. He closed his eyes against the warring voices as his brain ran circles around the problem. He turned fully towards her as an idea popped in his head. "I've got a better idea. Spy for me. When that ship comes back tonight people will try to defect."
Echo considered it. "If no one goes for the ship, Diyoza will think we are still unified. She'll lose faith in Kane and that will mean danger for them. Abby and Kane."
Bellamy nodded. "Come on. We need to check in with Emori."
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Emori huffed a sigh at Clarke. "Would you stop pacing?
Clarke's eyes cut toward her daughter who sat in the corner of the room, entertaining herself. "Can you do it or not?"
"I have access to the mothership from the lasercom, but everything's encrypted, so no." Emori slumped forward, her hands covering her eyes. "When we were up there, I could have opened a backdoor from the inside, but we didn't know they had a damn camera!"
"Hey, hey, Emori." Clarke rounded the table, pulling Emori's hands from her eyes. "Take it easy."
Emori turned worried eyes to Clarke as she squatted next to her. "Look, why are we even doing this?" Emori whispered. "So we can go to war?
Clarke gently pushed Emori's hair out of her face. "Raven's a prisoner. Harper has a shock collar around her neck and is alone in the woods with Monty. This" She paused to get her attention back. "This is how we get back to them. Come on, just try again."
Clarke pulled back as Emori leaned back in frustration. "I'm telling you, I can't do it from here."
The sound of the door opening had her standing again, her feet taking her toward the new arrivals. Bellamy met her as they walked in the room. "What's the matter?" Bellamy ran down the plan that seemed to involve Echo spying. She looked at his weary face. "No takers?"
Echo"s eyes shifted toward her friend. "No, there were takers."
Clarke's eyes darted between her husband and Echo to the matching signs of distaste. Before she could question their disquiet any further, Emori's voice cut in. "Let's defect with them. I can't do it from here, but we could do this if we had inside help, right? I could put the backdoor code in a thumb drive."
Hours later after tucking their daughter into bed Bellamy had left to go swing his sword to vent some frustration and she had found herself back with the former spy. Emori handing Echo a wrist guard. "The latest fashion with one small modification. The jump drive is hidden inside."
Clarke watched her click the jump drive back into the guard. "Clever. Once you're on the inside, get it to Raven. She'll know what to do. Don't get killed, OK?" Emori hugged Echo before moving away towards Murphy who sat mulishly against the wall, reminding Clarke of the boy she met on the dropship.
Echo rested her hand on Clarke's shoulder pulling her attention back into focus. "I've got this, Wanheda."
"Yeah, I know." Clarke nodded, clearing her throat. "So once the Eye's down, it'll take at least 6 days for the army to get there, but, you know, we'll be in the Rover and we can get there sooner."
Echo nodded just as the sound of ship engines sounded for the second time that day. "Whatever happens, we'll find each other again."
Clarke watched as the spy took off towards the light of the ship. The sound of gunshots ringing out and their people acting terrified for their lives as shots speed harmlessly between their people. Her breath caught in her throat again as she watched people barely miss getting hit, knowing that they all had their parts to play.
