SilentMayhem: You're right to be honest.
Another Chapter with lots of action.
(Trikru territory, ruined TonDC. Lexa.)
Lexa had managed to reach a safe spot before the missile landed. Fortunately for her, she found a strong overhang, capable of withstanding some pretty serious stuff.
When the explosion hit, Lexa felt the rocks around her shake slightly, but she remained safe and secure thanks to the robust structure. The instant she knew she was safe, Lexa dashed off to find Clarke who had gone back into TonDC to rescue her mother.
It was a foolish decision, yet Lexa admired it somehow. Clarke had risked everything to save her mother, something Lexa doubted she herself would do.
She found Clarke after a few minutes searching the trails around the village. She stood with her hood still up, staring at the burning ruin of TonDC. Clarke had a thousand-mile stare, like she could barely believe what was happening. Just hours ago, Clarke had been certain that Lexa's choice was the right one, but it appeared as though her strength wavered.
"Clarke," Lexa called. "Clarke."
Clarke didn't hear her obviously. She just maintained her stare at the village.
Determined to get Clarke's attention, Lexa grabbed her by the shoulder and whipped her around. There was a dead look in Clarke's blue eyes. They weren't cold and apathetic, rather they appeared lifeless and hopeless.
"Clarke," Lexa said again, shaking her now.
That seemed to snap her out of her trance. Clarke's eyes whipped up to Lexa's face. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, like she was panicking. Clarke glanced around briefly, then looked at Lexa again.
"I could've warned them," Clarke said. "I could've righted his wrongs."
Lexa wasn't sure whose wrongs Clarke was speaking of, but it didn't really matter. She had to impart to Clarke that the danger hadn't yet passed.
"If they see us, they'll strike again Clarke," Lexa said.
Clarke tried to turn away to return to the village. Lexa stopped her and pulled her back. Clarke met her eyes again with the same broken expression on her face. She blamed herself for this, but the question was would she be able to live with it.
"Victory stands on the back of sacrifice," Lexa said. "You know that."
Clarke clenched her jaw tightly, the muscles contracting as she tried to restrain her anger and pain.
"I want the Mountain Men dead," Clarke said after a moment's silence. "All of them."
That was good. Clarke had herself under control again. In moments of great pain and suffering, sometimes anger was the best remedy.
Lexa gave Clarke a stern nod, then turned away gesturing for her to follow. They needed to find cover in the trees again. If there were Mountain Men around, they would surely have eyes on the carnage. They wouldn't look for Clarke and Lexa in the forest.
It wasn't much of a plan, hide in the forest, but it was better than nothing. Right now, Lexa would definitely take better than nothing.
(Lyle's Territory, Supply Bunker. Skylar Artinakis.)
"Holy shit," Skylar breathed.
Their journey to Lyle's bunker was fairly quick, Elena made sure of that, pushing them as fast as they could go. With her knee, Skylar couldn't move particularly quickly which was a problem for the others. Wick had joined them to help with the more technical parts of fixing the tank, and he was relatively fit, having no trouble running. Elena was extremely fit and athletic, boosted by whatever Furlan powers she had.
After less than a mile, Skylar started to lag behind, only to be lifted off her feet by Elena. The Furlan carried her on her shoulders the rest of the way like she weighed nothing. They received odd looks from Wick, but those were better than her knee screaming in pain.
Elena lowered Skylar to the ground quickly and walked straight up to the door. She slid aside a section of the metal to reveal a keypad.
"Damn it!" Elena swore to herself. "What was the code? Fucking Lyle. I can't remember a code that long."
Skylar figured by Elena's frustration that to open the door you needed to input the correct code. Obviously, the code wasn't as simple as one, two, three, four.
Elena pounded on the door with her fist.
"You in there Lyle?" She asked.
"I don't think he'll hear you through a door that thick," Skylar commented, crossing her arms.
Less than a second after Skylar spoke, a small circular section of metal above the gate opened. Out of the small circle popped a security camera. It pivoted back and forth, obviously taking note of all of them.
"Ah!" A jovial voice spoke from the camera. "Elena, what are you doing here?"
"We need your tank," Elena answered curtly.
"My tank?" The voice asked. "Why?"
"We need it to attack Mount Weather," Elena said.
"Sorry," The voice said. "Tank's not for sale."
Wick narrowed his eyes in confusion, while Skylar herself remained slightly confused as well. She didn't know they would have to buy the tank.
"We really need it," Elena plead her case.
The camera panned back and forth, watching them for a moment before the voice responded.
"You'll have to pay," The voice said. "We'll talk inside."
With that, the camera retreated back inside the wall and the hole in the gate snapped shut. Elena silently fist pumped at her success.
"We have to buy the tank?" Wick asked.
"Nothing's free Wick," Elena answered.
"Isn't that a bit greedy?" Wick questioned.
"Not really," Elena returned. "It's just trade."
"But we don't have anything to pay him with," Skylar interjected.
"I can pay him," Elena said.
"W-" Wick started to speak but was cut off by the opening of the gate.
It slid upward like a portcullis, revealing a small room with a small door on the other side. It was an airlock, obviously created back when it was assumed that you would need one to filter radiation out before entering into the main bunker.
Nothing happened when they entered the airlock. Elena walked straight ahead and opened the door leading into the main bunker. Skylar and Wick followed her, shocked by the amount of stuff inside.
There was a helicopter inside, a real helicopter. There were many sculptures and various other valuable items that Skylar didn't have much interest in. Then, there was the tank. It was tan and looked to be undamaged, meaning that the problem was mechanical. She was glad Wick was here.
"Wow," Wick whispered to himself. "I didn't expect this."
"Hello sister Elena!" A short black man called as he wound his way towards them through the garage from hell.
"Lyle," Elena responded shortly with a polite nod.
Lyle was shorter than Elena, who was tall for a woman to be fair. He was also barefoot, wearing only pants and a t-shirt. Without her boots, Elena would likely match Lyle's height.
"I hear you're interested in buying my tank," Lyle said, gesturing with his hands to the tank.
"Yeah," Wick interrupted. "About that. Why do we have to buy it? Can't we just have it?"
Lyle turned his head in Wick's direction, looking the blonde engineer up and down while Elena facepalmed.
"No you can't just have it," Lyle replied stonily. "You think you're entitled to it?"
Wick opened his mouth to speak, but Lyle cut him off, speaking over him.
"It's my tank," Lyle said. "I'll do whatever I want with it."
Wick grumbled to himself, leaving Skylar unsure of who was correct. Lyle did have a point. It was his tank, but they were using it to save lives.
"How much for it?" Elena asked, bringing the conversation back to the issue at hand.
"Well," Lyle looked to the tank, rubbing a hand over his face. "It's quite a rare item. I'd say seven hundred silver."
"Seven hundred?" Elena asked incredulously.
"We're going to fix it for you," Skylar negotiated "Surely that would knock off some of the price?"
Lyle hummed thoughtfully.
"That's reasonable," He said. "How about six twenty?"
"I can't afford that Lyle," Elena hissed lowly.
Lyle shrugged idly, meeting Elena's eyes with an unconcerned expression.
"Could we rent it instead?" Skylar asked.
"Rent it?" Lyle asked himself quietly. "How long?"
"Only a few days," Skylar answered. "I'd say four."
"I like you," Lyle laughed out loud. "You have a good head for business."
"How much to rent it for four days?" Elena asked lowly.
"For four days, starting at midnight tonight," Lyle said. "Eighty silver."
"Sixty," Elena shook her head.
"Seventy," Lyle returned.
Elena groaned, "Sixty-five."
"Deal," Lyle extended his hand.
Elena shook it, albeit slightly reluctantly.
"If you return it late, I'm charging extra," Lyle said. "And if there are any damages to my property, you'll be the ones fixing it."
"Damages?" Skylar asked.
"Yes if you damage my property, you will compensate accordingly," Lyle explained.
"We're not going to damage that," Skylar said almost humorously. "It's a tank."
Wick shrugged and nodded slightly, accepting Skylar's comment as reasonable. Lyle chuckled lightly and shook his head.
"Fair enough," Lyle said.
"Alright Wick," Skylar slapped the engineer on the shoulder. "Let's get down to it."
(Trikru Territory, Ruined TonDC. Maynard Draiman.)
I was about as mad as you could get. I seriously couldn't believe that Clarke would do something like this. Sure, I understood that this wasn't entirely Clarke's fault. After all, she didn't fire the missile at TonDC. But Octavia seemed sure that Clarke had come here solely to protect Lexa. I wasn't sure myself, Clarke was many things, but she was deeply invested in saving people. If she had made this decision, I doubted we could avoid another fight.
Raven looked about as angry as I did, only I was sure she was convinced that Clarke had made the decision to leave the village to its demise. I wasn't quite sure how I knew her feelings on the matter, but I did.
"We need bandages!" I heard a familiar voice shout from below in the smoke shrouded wreckage.
I saw Nyko dragging a seriously injured and wounded man. The man was gashed deeply in the stomach. I could smell his approaching death.
"Right here!" A female voice shouted back.
Abby Griffin dashed over to Nyko's side, removing what materials she could from a small pack. Why was she here? I thought she was staying at camp Jaha. It seems she had other plans.
I slid down the pile of rubble that was once the wall. There were people in trouble, and though I wouldn't usually consider myself the altruistic type, they needed my help.
The others followed just behind me. Octavia and Lincoln broke off from the rest of us, searching for ways to help.
"I'm going to help Abby," Raven announced quickly.
Without another word, she jogged off towards the Chancellor. Roan and I were left alone.
"We should help pull people from the rubble," Roan said. "They'll need our strength to lift the heavier objects."
I nodded in agreement and joined Braveheart by a collapsed building. It was essentially a pile of rocks at this point with a few wooden beams sticking out in odd directions. I could hear shouts of pain and fright from beneath the rocks.
"Help!" I heard a female voice cry in Trigedasleng. It sounded like a little girl.
"Hang on!" I replied. "We're comin'."
The sound seemed to come from beneath a fairly tall pile of rocks. It could be the reason that the girl had survived at all. There might be some wooden structure beneath the rocks acting as a support.
I tapped lightly against the rocks, feeling the vibrations return to my skin. An image of what was beneath the rubble slowly formed in my head. The girl, who was small, lay under a triangle of beams. She was lucky to be beneath that particular shape and not a square. Triangles, of all shapes, had the highest load bearing capacity.
"Braveheart," I called out to Roan. "Help me move the rocks. There's a little girl in there."
Roan sprinted to my side and, working as a unit, we managed to dig deeply inside the pile. Finally, after minutes of hard work lifting and tossing heavy rocks, we spotted a wooden beam.
"There," I said. "Just a little longer okay?"
The girl sobbed as Roan and I broke into the small pocket. She eyed us fearfully, pupils flicking back and forth between the two strange men.
"Ya alright?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Great," I responded, not exactly sure how to handle myself in this situation. "Come on, let's get ya outta here."
I picked up the girl, who was, compared to the boulders, incredibly light. I sat her down on a large boulder that Braveheart and I had tossed aside, keeping her out of the way. The whole pile of rubble was unstable and could collapse further at any moment if a keystone were to be removed.
"Ya gonna be alright?" I asked in heavily accented Trigedasleng.
"My mom is still down there," The girl blubbered. "She was in her room when everything collapsed."
"We'll try to find yer mom alright?" I replied, trying to be comforting, but I felt that there was a vaguely annoyed expression on my face. Once again, not my area.
The girl just nodded, not having the energy or the wherewithal to respond.
I sniffed the air and the ground as I made my way over the rocks, searching for any place where the girl's mother could be.
To my shock, I could smell her. Using the little girl's scent as a basis, I managed to locate the mother. Only problem was, she was dead.
"Shit," I swore to myself. "She's dead Roan."
"Is there anyone else alive under all that?" Roan asked, gesturing to the rocks.
I took another sniff and tested the area with vibrations again but found nothing.
I shook my head in response.
"Come on," Roan said dejectedly.
He turned to walk away, but I didn't follow immediately. I wasn't sure what to do. I had promised the girl I would look for her mother. Was I really just going to walk away and leave her? It didn't seem that I had much choice.
Reluctantly, I turned back to the girl. I would at least tell her what had happened.
"Hey," I knelt down in front of her, collecting my thoughts. "We checked the wreckage and…your mother didn't make it."
The girl just stared vacantly at the ground. I wasn't sure how to feel, but I knew there were more people who needed help. This girl would be okay.
I turned and followed Roan off to another tall pile of rubble.
Braveheart was in the process of removing a large metal plate from a pile of rock. It was really jammed in there it seemed, as Roan couldn't get a good grip. After a few more seconds of failing to remove the piece, he stepped back briefly.
"Move back!" Roan shouted.
Then, he planted his boot through the center of the metal. It crunched beneath the impact, splitting open in multiple places. Now, with a grip available to him, Roan pulled outward on the metal. I bent with a mighty creak, leaving a large, jagged hole.
A grateful family rushed out. There was a mother, an older son, a little girl, and a little boy. The mother embraced Roan with tears in her eyes. Braveheart was confused, not knowing how to react. He eventually patted the woman awkwardly.
"You're welcome," I heard Roan say.
The two little kids hugged his knees. I chuckled lightly to myself despite the darkness of the situation, then went to the pile and began searching for more survivors.
Behind me, I heard shouts that Indra had survived. I turned to see Lincoln straining with all his might to pull her from the rubble. Indra shouted something vague at Lincoln, sounding displeased.
Eventually though, the tall grounder woman came to her feet shakily. She looked upon the destruction with wide terrified eyes. It was the first time I had ever seen Indra scared.
A gunshot rang through the trees loudly. It very obviously came from a high-powered sniping rifle. The bullet collided with Indra's shoulder, smacking wetly.
I dropped down immediately, recognizing the direction of the shot. It came from west of the town, only there could be more snipers.
More shots came from the trees burying themselves in the ground harmlessly. Every shot came from the same spot, making it likely that there was just one sniper.
The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. One sniper would move faster and quieter than two or more. He would also be able to remain hidden for longer. Plus, there was the added benefit of minimal casualties. If there were multiple snipers, then Mount Weather stood to gain multiple losses.
I witnessed Octavia dash away from Lincoln's side while Lincoln himself dragged Indra, who still lived, to cover. Near them, Raven vaulted over a large rectangular chunk of rubble, shielding herself from the incoming shots. She too had recognized the direction of the shooter. Her fighting instincts were obviously getting better.
Roan guided the family of grounders through the rubble towards a safe location. Unfortunately for me, there wasn't much near that would be usable cover.
That left me with one option. I crawled along the dirt, flipping the hood on my cloak up to hopefully provide me with some camouflage.
It took about thirty seconds for me to locate the others. Abby and Nyko each hid behind bits of rubble, while Raven checked the barrel of her rifle. Indra too hid behind a piece of rock alongside Octavia and Lincoln. She was sweating heavily based on her smell, and that wound was serious.
It was Nyko who noticed me first. He made to call out to me but stopped when Lincoln made a cutting gesture against his neck. If anyone shouted my name, or pointed me out, I could be dead.
I probably wouldn't die if I was shot in a non-serious location. In fact, I would probably heal in moments if that happened. But I wasn't going to take the chance that a stray bullet would hit me in the head or the heart. Furthermore, the high caliber of bullets being fired would probably be enough to actually break my bones, hard as they were.
Nyko jumped up from his spot while I continued crawling forward, invisible in the shadowy darkness. He tried to get to Indra's side, wanting to help his clan leader. A shot fired off in his direction and Nyko quickly ducked behind cover again.
Roan now, I noticed, had made it to safety with the family he'd rescued. They were many yards away, and likely invisible to the sniper.
"Lincoln," Nyko called. "We must stop the bleeding."
I continued crawling my way around to join Raven behind her piece of cover. It was low lying, forcing me to crouch, but I was safe. Raven wrapped me in a tight hug the instant I reached safety.
"Thank god you're okay," She whispered.
I was now unable to see the rest of my companions thanks to the placement of the rectangular concrete chunk, but I could still hear them. They all breathed hard, their hearts raced, and they shifted nervously.
"What do we do?" I heard Octavia whisper.
"Don't move!" I replied harshly. "There're still people alive out there, but we can't reach 'em right now!"
"I say we use sky girl to draw their fire," I heard a voice whisper.
I was aware that many of the grounders had adopted that derogatory nickname to refer to Octavia, but I had no idea who it was that spoke.
A loud clanging sound came from our right. It was closer to where Abby lay, but I couldn't reach the sound. I heard a cry for help. It was Kane. He was trapped beneath the rubble as well. Thankfully though, he was behind cover and not out in the open like so many others were.
"Someone's alive down here!" Abby shouted.
I turned to Raven, drawing her attention.
"We gotta get back to the others," I said. "We can't help 'em from here."
Raven nodded quickly. She looked to the ground, looking deep in thought.
"I'll fire a few rounds in his direction," Raven said. "We can break for cover while he ducks."
It wasn't exactly a great plan, but we didn't have many other options. I nodded in agreement.
Raven held up three fingers, then two, then one. I broke from cover as she fired off into the trees. We tore around the corner, heading back to the others.
A shot slammed into the dirt just behind Raven's left foot as she ran behind the larger slab that most of the others hid behind.
Feeling that, for some reason, I should duck, I lowered my head by a few inches as I reached the larger piece of cover as well. A bullet passed within millimeters of my scalp. It damn near grazed my hair.
"Shit!" I swore as I dove behind the concrete, not caring if there was anyone in my way.
Thankfully, there was no one there for me to tackle. I hit the dirt hard with a grunt.
Raven reached a hand down to me, helping me stand. I brushed my knees off and looked around at the others. I saw Braveheart there, trying to calm the people down.
As I stood, eyes locked on me.
"Osleya," A man whispered.
His whisper was picked up by the others in the crowd. Great, now they thought I was going to save all of them.
(Trikru territory, TonDC. Octavia Blake.)
The small bit of cover protecting Octavia seemed almost insufficient to stop a round from a sniper. It was just two wooden boxes stacked on top of each other.
Nearby, Lincoln still watched Indra, concerned for the health of the Trikru leader. That wound was still bleeding and would continue to bleed if she wasn't attended to quickly. Unfortunately, about twenty yards of space separated Lincoln from the safe zone behind the large walls of a hollowed-out building. It was roughly the same distance for Octavia. She was going to have to run like hell to get to safety.
She watched as Abby stepped over a pile of rubble, trying to remove the debris laying on top. A shot from the sniper sent her running back to cover.
"I've got to get down there," Abby said.
Octavia didn't respond. She didn't know what to say. Everything was just so horrible. Clarke had returned, Maynard said because she knew the missile was coming. Why would she have come back then, if it wasn't to warn them?
She was convinced that Clarke had attempted to rescue Lexa, though it could've been Lexa who'd convinced Clarke to leave the village behind. Either way, Octavia was pissed with both of them.
More shots rang out as a grounder man tried to reach the safe zone. He was about thirty yards back over rough terrain. He'd be lucky to make it alive.
Octavia's head whipped around at the sound of grunting and shouting. Lincoln had lifted Indra onto his shoulders and was making a break for the safe zone while the sniper was distracted.
"Octavia come on!" Lincoln shouted back.
Octavia didn't need to be told twice. She was up and running right behind Lincoln. Multiple shots smacked the ground behind them, but thankfully they weren't hit. In all the confusion, Octavia thought she spotted Abby climbing down into the pile of rubble she'd been investigating earlier.
They quickly dashed behind the walls and Lincoln deposited Indra gently on the ground.
Behind the wall, she also noticed that Maynard and Raven had made it to safety. She breathed a sigh of relief. So far, her friends were doing well to survive.
Indra breathed shakily trying to fight the pain. It must hurt to get shot.
Nyko dropped to his knees next to his clan leader and rifled through a satchel on his hip, searching for the proper healing herbs.
"What are we going to do?" Atohl, a fellow Second, asked. "We can't move."
"We're gonna do two things at once," Maynard spoke up, walking to the center of the crowd.
He had their attention. Maynard was the Osleya, the champion, the other grounders respected that and listened.
"First, we take out the sniper," He continued.
"I'll go," Raven volunteered.
Octavia wasn't particularly surprised. Raven was tough and seriously brave. Maynard didn't look particularly thrilled about that comment, yet he nodded in acceptance, nonetheless.
"I'll go with her," Lincoln jumped in.
"I'm going with you then," Octavia said, not wanting Lincoln to be alone.
"No, they need you here," Lincoln responded.
"He's right Octavia," Maynard said. "We're gonna need yer help."
Octavia wasn't happy, but it was what it was. Lincoln was one of their best fighters and would be extremely valuable in dispatching the sniper.
Lincoln leaned his forehead into Octavia's, saying goodbye nonverbally. Octavia sent him a nod of encouragement as Lincoln made his way towards Raven.
"I love you," She heard Raven whisper to Maynard.
"Love ya too," Maynard replied, releasing her as reluctantly as Octavia had released Lincoln.
With that, the two disappeared into the trees.
"What can I do?" Octavia asked Nyko, wondering how to help Indra.
"Pressure here," Nyko answered.
Octavia pressed down against Indra's wounded arm while she listened to Maynard's commands.
"While they do that, Braveheart and I are gonna get to the bigger piles over there," Maynard gestured in the direction of the biggest smashed building.
"You'll be shot," One man said.
"We'll be fine," Maynard returned. "We're Furlan. We can take a hell of a beatin' before we go down."
Maynard turned his eyes in Nyko's direction.
"Keep tendin' to the wounded," He said. "And Seconds, yer gonna keep everythin' under control over here. Got it?"
Octavia nodded her head up and down with the other Seconds. They looked almost afraid of Maynard, but considering his combat prowess, that wasn't exactly surprising.
"Ya ready Braveheart?" Maynard asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be," Roan answered with a small smirk.
The two men got as close to the edge of the wall as they could without being seen. Then, they took off running like two lightning bolts. They were impossibly fast and hitting them with that rifle would be a serious challenge.
"We have to do something to help them," Octavia whispered, mostly to herself.
"Thanks sky girl," Caris, a female second, said sarcastically. "But there's nothing we can do until the sniper's dead."
(Mount Weather, Marrow Treatment Room. Bellamy Blake.)
Dante's plan had worked spectacularly well. With a little help from Skylar, Bellamy managed to disable the radiation filters on level five. The delinquents had promptly taken over the whole level. Then, once the Mountain Men tried to retake their territory, the delinquents fought them off again.
Bellamy had seen everything over the security cameras. They had done really well to defend themselves. Though, one girl had been captured by the Mountain Men. She would be taken straight to the marrow extraction room. Bellamy would head them off, take out the guards with her, and then rush her to safety. If only he could remember her name.
He saw the open door to the marrow room. There was a struggle going on inside. Someone slammed against a wall, and Bellamy heard the girl screaming bloody murder. At least he had made it in time.
Bellamy stepped through the door with his pistol drawn. The girl came to a dead stop in front of him with a fearful expression on her face. She thought he was going to shoot her.
"Thanks man," One of the two guards said.
Coldly, Bellamy turned in his direction and fired a round through his forehead. A split second later, the second guard met the same fate.
The girl looked shocked at Bellamy's actions. He lowered his gun and removed his helmet disguising his face.
"Bellamy!" The girl cried.
She dashed towards him and wrapped him up in a tight hug. Bellamy hugged her with one arm, letting the gun hang at his side.
"You okay?" He questioned.
She nodded slightly, continuing to cry against his chest. Bellamy wasn't sure how to feel, but he had just saved her life. He didn't even know her name.
"Come on," Maya spoke from the doorway. "We have to get her someplace safe."
Maya had lagged well behind Bellamy, staying out of the line of fire. It wouldn't do well for his guide and biggest source of knowledge on the inside to be killed. Plus, Jasper would probably beat him senseless if Maya was ever hurt.
Bellamy nodded and broke away from the sobbing girl. He led her out of the room and shut the heavy door behind them.
"Where are we going?" Bellamy asked Maya as she guided them through the halls.
"Someplace safe," Maya answered vaguely.
Bellamy shook his head and did his best to keep the girl from crying. Tears would make them look suspicious. People remembered a crying girl, and they might even recognize her as one of the sky people.
Finally, they came to a door in the housing section of the mountain. Maya swiped her card and opened the door.
"Dad, you're home," Bellamy heard her say.
Maya had taken them to her dad's room? Hopefully this wouldn't go too wrong.
"Yeah," Maya's father replied. "Drill bit broke again."
Bellamy led the girl, who he'd learned was called Fox, into the room. He shut the door behind them with a hand on his gun just in case.
Her father scrambled to his feet in shock as he recognized Bellamy and Fox as outsiders.
"What are they doing here?" He asked.
"They're in trouble," Maya said. "We just need someplace safe."
"They need to go," Maya's father returned. "Now."
"Let me explain," Maya pleaded.
"Explain where you got that uniform," He said, looking at Bellamy. "Maya, you know how dangerous this is. What are you doing?"
"What mom would've done," Maya replied.
"I need you to leave," Maya's father said, making a pained expression at Maya's words.
"Sorry," Bellamy returned flatly. "We can't do that."
"That's okay," Maya said. "He's going to help us."
"Really?" Bellamy questioned. "It doesn't look like it."
"My parents were part of a movement against using outsider blood," Maya explained. "My mom refused the treatments and it killed her. She was willing to die for what she believed in."
"Maya you were five," Her father said. "I couldn't leave you alone."
"I'm not a little girl anymore," Maya returned.
"They were willing to kill you before," He said. "If you get caught-"
"We won't," Maya interrupted. "If you help us."
"Please," Fox said. "They're killing us. We don't have anywhere else to go."
He looked back and forth between Fox and Bellamy, then returned his gaze to Maya. He was a strong man, Bellamy could see that. The only reason he hadn't died for his cause was because he had a daughter to care for.
"Just this once," He said after a long silence. "Just for one night."
Maya smiled at her father thankfully. She turned and led Fox off to the bedroom.
"Thank you," Bellamy said softly, going to join his companions.
"You know they'll never stop right?" He said, stopping Bellamy. "If the rumors are true, and your bone marrow can get us to the ground, they'll never stop."
Bellamy nodded, knowing what Maya's father said was exactly correct. They had one shot at this, and they had to win.
(Trikru Territory, Woods outside TonDC. Clarke Griffin.)
Clarke and Lexa hiked through the forest. She had one simple goal in mind, find the sniper and kill him. Clarke was still viciously angry at the Mountain Men for all the destruction they'd caused. They deserved to be punished.
They'd been out for hours, but still no sign of the sniper.
"It'll be light soon," Lexa said. "We won't have the darkness to hide us."
"Neither will he," Clarke returned.
"I feel your anger Clarke," Lexa said.
"Do me a favor," Clarke spoke harshly, cutting off any other words Lexa would say. "No more lessons."
"You need to focus," Lexa said. "We do what we must to survive. The enemy does the same. It's not personal."
"It is to me," Clarke said.
She felt like punching the Commander. She would have too if she wasn't certain that Lexa would pound her into the dirt.
"You think that killing the shooter will make you feel better, but it won't," Lexa continued on, seemingly oblivious to Clarke's frustration. "The only thing that will do that is winning this war."
"That's enough," Clarke turned back to Lexa with smoldering eyes.
She was tired of being lectured to by everyone around her. Maynard did it, her mother did it, Raven did it, and now Lexa was doing it too. Clarke hated it. She knew what she was talking about, and she didn't need to be told how to think.
A sharp cracking of leaves behind her, sent her eyes flying around. Clarke dropped to her knees behind a large log. A shadow moved through the trees. It was on the smaller side for a person and looked feminine in form. Clarke drew her pistol and aimed at the spot where the shadow disappeared.
"Is it him?" Lexa questioned quietly.
"I think it's a woman," Clarke replied, her gun trained on the shadow as it crept through the trees. Clarke noticed a gun, a rifle to be specific, in the dark hands.
Then, Clarke was hit from behind by a large similarly shadowed form.
Clarke yelled out as she was knocked to the ground. Lexa came to her feet quickly, making to strike the figure who'd attacked her, but stopped when she noticed the face.
Standing over her, was Lincoln.
"Clarke?" Lincoln questioned. "I thought you were the sniper."
He sounded almost disbelieving, like he didn't expect to see her, but then, he wouldn't expect to see her. By all rights, he would believe her to be dead.
"What's going on Lincoln?" A female voice called from the trees.
Clarke recognized that voice. She internally sighed in frustration. Now, Raven Reyes would be joining her in the search for the sniper.
"It's Clarke," Lincoln replied, setting his eyes on the trees.
"What?" Raven asked incredulously.
She came crashing through the brush loudly, her rifle in her hands.
"I'm going to beat her so bad, that he eyes pop out of her skull," Raven threatened as she emerged from the trees.
After a quick mental check, Clarke came to the conclusion that there was only one real reason why Raven would be so angry. She had to know that Clarke had elected not to inform the village. Great.
"Relax Raven," Lincoln positioned himself between the angry Hispanic woman and Clarke, who came to her feet slowly.
Clarke kept her finger resting just above the trigger guard. Each woman had a gun, meaning that any physical conflict at this stage could become fatal.
"You know what she did!" Raven shouted. "What they did!"
"We have to work together to find the sniper," Lincoln argued rationally. "If you keep shouting, he'll know we're out here looking for him."
"You think I care?" Raven hissed. "That bitch knew that missile was coming and did nothing."
Raven's eyes were absolutely flaming with anger. Clarke did her best to maintain eye contact, but Raven made it tough for her.
"Raven," Lexa said softly. "I know you're angry, but there's nothing we can do about it now. We need to find the sniper."
"You sold out your own people," Raven turned her ire on Lexa. "For what? To keep your inside knowledge a secret. That's low, even for you two."
"What's going on in TonDC?" Clarke asked Lincoln, trying to steer the conversation away from Raven's anger.
"Like you care," Raven spat.
"Octavia and I were outside the village when the missile hit," Lincoln explained, ignoring Raven. "Raven, Maynard, and Roan came to help. A few people survived and are pinned down by a sniper. That's why Raven and I are here."
A shot rang out through the trees just then. The whole mood of the group seemed to shift as if they realized what was important again. Even Raven was back in fight mode and didn't seem nearly as angry at Clarke.
"Come on," Lexa urged them. "We need to get the high ground."
Together, the four jogged off towards the hills in the distance where the shot came from. There was still work to do.
(Lyle's Territory, Supply Bunker. Skylar Artinakis.)
"You got those parts removed Wick?" Skylar questioned from a table set up next to the tank.
"Give me just a second," Wick replied. "Elena can you help me out?"
After diagnosing the problem, Wick concluded that they could conceivably fix the tank. That's when Skylar brought up the issue of fuel. The tank ran on diesel, something they didn't have around and couldn't produce.
Skylar explained that for them to really make the tank a viable option, they would need to convert it entirely to electric power. That way, they could recharge it and use it regularly. Only issue was, the battery power necessary to run a vehicle this size was enormous.
So, Skylar had taken on the task of building the battery. More accurately, she was boosting a few already existing batteries. Wick and Elena were removing the parts that wouldn't be necessary in the tank, the engine, exhaust system, and transmission just to name a few.
Lyle had given Skylar free reign of his bunker to collect and use parts. He had more items than Skylar knew what to do with. That was a good problem to have though, considering that in camp Jaha they had very few parts.
Skylar had expected Lyle to require further payment, but he claimed that the payment came in the form of repairing his tank. Elena had been quite thankful that she wouldn't have to fork over any more cash.
Skylar went back to work on the battery, but her mind was continuously drawn back to Elena. Ever since the Furlan had found out that Skylar had been aware of the planned missile strike on TonDC, she'd been cold and distant towards the redhead.
The thing that made it all worse was the closeness Skylar felt to Elena earlier. It hadn't taken very long for them to get close, but then it all fell apart just as quickly.
Skylar sighed and continued working on the battery. It wouldn't be helpful to linger on what had happened between her and Elena.
"We're good to go Skylar," Wick said.
Skylar turned back to the tank, seeing Elena walk away with the tank's engine in her arms. Engines were extremely heavy, but Elena carried it like it was nothing. Those Furlan powers made Elena even hotter.
"Damn it," Skylar swore to herself. "Stop that. She isn't interested anymore. You made sure of that."
"You okay?" Wick asked from over her shoulder.
Skylar was broken from her thoughts as she whipped around to look at Wick. She stared him straight in the eyes.
"Fine," Skylar replied curtly.
She turned her attention back to the battery.
"I'm almost done," Skylar said.
"Okay," Wick responded awkwardly stepping back to give Skylar some space.
Skylar grumbled to herself while Elena returned to their workspace. She crossed her arms and leaned back against the tank. The two things next to each other really turned Skylar on.
"Right," Skylar said, fitting the last piece into the battery. "You're up Wick."
"Okay," Wick spoke. "We're going to fit those into the tank. Shouldn't be too difficult. Just listen to my directions and you should be fine."
They set about working on the tank. Though, every few minutes Elena and Skylar would be in close proximity to each other. Each time, Skylar felt her face heating up and her palms sweating. Her heart would race, and she couldn't take her attention off Elena.
It took a while to get the batteries properly attached. Then, all that was left to do was test it.
"Give me a minute to run through everything," Wick said. "I need to make sure it's going to work."
"What can we do?" Skylar questioned.
"Nothing," Wick answered with a smirk. "I got it."
With a shrug, Elena walked off. Skylar watched as she approached the giant fresco on the wall. She thought it was a Michelangelo painting, but she couldn't be sure. Skylar didn't know anything about art.
Unable to help herself, Skylar followed after Elena. She found herself standing in front of the fresco alongside Elena. Neither woman spoke for a while, yet Skylar felt the guilt building up.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about TonDC," Skylar said finally.
Elena remained silent for the moment.
"I should've told everyone," Skylar shook her head. "You had a right to know."
"I doubt there was anything we could've done about it," Elena said. "We couldn't have caught up to Clarke."
"What if we could've though?" Skylar questioned. "Who knows how many people are dead? And it's partially my fault."
Elena turned to her with a serious expression crossing her face.
"This damn sure isn't your fault," Elena said. "It's the Mountain Men's, maybe Clarke and Lexa's if they didn't evacuate the village. It's not yours."
"I don't know," Skylar said uncertainly, brushing her hair over to the side.
"You're right," Elena said. "It was wrong not to tell us about the missile. But there's nothing we can do about it now."
Skylar nodded slightly. She supposed Elena was right.
"I'd understand if you didn't want me around," Skylar said regretfully.
"Why wouldn't I want you around?" Elena asked curiously. "You're great."
"I am pretty great," Skylar replied jokingly.
(Mount Weather. Bellamy Blake.)
Next step of the plan: steal the guns from the armory and hand them over to the delinquents. If their side was better armed, they could have a real chance at taking down the enemy. The soldiers were afraid to attack them, for fear that they would damage the necessary body parts.
"Lovejoy's keycard will get you into the armory," Maya explained as she led him down the hall. "The guns are locked. The guard has the key. I can lure him away i-"
"No there's no time," Bellamy interrupted. "Once I get the guns, how do I get them to level five? They're watching every door."
"Maybe not," Maya returned, looking to Bellamy. "The mess hall has a trash chute."
"A trash chute?" Bellamy questioned.
"There's one on every level," Maya continued. "Best part, no radiation alarms. The hatches leak like crazy, so they put in airlocks just to be safe. You get the guns, I'll get them to the mess hall."
"You're a natural-born revolutionary," Bellamy complimented.
"My mom was the revolutionary," Maya replied. "I'm just trying to do what's right."
"Meet back here in thirty minutes," Bellamy ordered.
Bellamy rounded the corner in the hall ahead, making his way to the armory.
He'd only been walking for a few minutes when he heard a voice speaking through his earpiece.
"This is President Wallace talking to the people who killed ten of my men," He said. "I thought we'd try something a little different this time. There's only twenty minutes of oxygen in Maya's suit. I know she's a friend of yours."
The voice went silent for a moment as Bellamy came to a dead stop.
"In twenty minutes," Wallace said. "Your friend will either suffocate, or burn."
Bellamy turned around immediately, jogging back to the place where he'd left Maya.
"But you can save her," Wallace continued. "All you have to do is surrender."
The radio went quiet.
(Trikru territory, Ruined TonDC. Maynard Draiman.)
Roan and I spent hours digging other survivors from the wreckage. Each time we saved someone, we took the perilous trip across the sniper's line of fire with the survivor, using our bodies to shield them. In all honesty, it was a miracle one of us hadn't been killed.
It was daytime now and smoke from the still burning fires clouded the sky. It was a truly dismal place to be.
People were scared and afraid back in the safe zone behind the walls of the hollow building, but there was nothing to be done. I wasn't the world's greatest at raising group spirits and neither was Roan. Many of them cried and held their children close. Not that I blamed them, their home had been wiped from the face of the Earth.
Behind us, a small explosion rang out through the cool morning air. Heat radiated from the source. I turned to see a raging fire, eating up a large pile of wood beams. Thick gray smoke rose steadily from the flame.
"A little help here!" Roan called.
Back at the pile of rubble, Braveheart gripped a large boulder tightly with both hands. He strained against it but couldn't make it move.
I jogged to his side, grabbing hold of the rock myself.
"On three," Roan said. "One, two, three!"
We lifted as one, pushing with our full combined muscular power. The rock was tremendously heavy, especially since it took two Furlan to move it, but in the end, it flipped end over end, crashing down to the dirt below.
Beneath the rock was a bearded man. His body was covered in large chunks of concrete. Blood smattered across the surface beneath him. The guy's right arm was pulp, and not in the figurative sense. He literally had no right arm.
"Hell of a way to go out," Roan commented with a shake of his head.
I reached down into the rubble and extricated the man's body with a grunt.
A shot rang out behind us, forcing us both to turn again. Moment's later, I watched Octavia slide down the small slope to the small crater Roan and I stood in.
Then I realized what had happened. Octavia set off the explosion in an attempt to create a veil of smoke covering her path. That way, she could safely cross.
A female second, then a male one slid down the slope shortly after Octavia.
"Come on ya'll," I waved them forward. "Get diggin'!"
The seconds obeyed me without question. It did me good to be recognized as Champion of Earth.
Octavia climbed up the pile towards Braveheart and I. She quickly began pulling smaller rocks, manageable for her strength, from the pile.
"Good plan," I commented to her.
Octavia met my eyes, only nodding sternly in response. She had certainly changed a great deal since our first days on the ground. I remembered Octavia wanting to chase butterflies and explore the woods with the naivete of a child. Now, she was a soldier, a woman of action as it were. I admired her for that.
I set my attention back to the pile of concrete, knowing there was still much work to be done. I could hear soft voices speaking beneath me. There were still people alive.
(Mount Weather. Bellamy Blake.)
The solution to the problem at hand was fairly simple. To save Maya, all Bellamy had to do was climb inside the same trash chute he would use to transport the guns to the delinquents, get Maya, and take her back through the chute. On the other side, the air would be breathable.
The chute was dark, dank, and musty. Shockingly, it smelled like trash. Bellamy didn't take the guns with him, as there would only be so much time to get Maya to safety. Any blockage in the chute could be a death sentence for her.
His mental clock ticked down. She only had a minute or so left when he reached the opposite end of the chute. Shouts came from the other side while Bellamy pounded on the door. With a mighty kick, he dislodged it from its position.
"Bellamy?" Jasper asked, both surprised and grateful to see him.
"Come on," Bellamy urged, waving for Maya to follow him.
The others trailed behind him as they slid back down the chute. It was on a steep angle, making it quite difficult to climb up, but easy for the trash to fall down.
They fell out on the other end, landing in a heap. The airlock quickly depressurized the area with a burst of cool air. Jasper clambered to his feet and yanked the mask off Maya's suit. He grabbed hold of her in a tight embrace.
"I got you," He said calmingly while Maya inhaled the air deeply.
"Decontamination complete," A mechanized voice spoke from the intercom. "All clear."
Things calmed down quickly as Bellamy took hold of the bag of guns he had retrieved from the armory.
Then, the door slammed, a Maya's father entered the room walking quickly.
"Dad?" Maya questioned. "What are you doing here?"
"What your mother would have done," He answered simply.
He grabbed his daughter in a hug, thankful she was alive. Jasper still looked around like the happiest guy on the planet. A huge grin crossed his face as he charged forward wrapping his arms around Bellamy with a relived laugh.
"Hey, listen to me," Bellamy said as he broke apart from his friend. "Clarke and Maynard have an army of grounders on the way."
"What?" Jasper asked in surprise.
"We have to keep you all safe until then," Bellamy continued.
"Somewhere, I bet Finn's finally happy he got his peace talks," Jasper joked.
Bellamy chuckled in return and nodded, "Come on, we've got a lot of work to do."
(Trikru Territory, somewhere in the woods. Raven Reyes.)
Hiking through the woods with Clarke was probably the worst thing imaginable. Raven could barely keep herself from beating the blonde within an inch of her life. What kind of person made the decision to let a village full of people die when you could do something to save them?
Not a good one, Raven concluded.
They'd spent hours searching for the sniper, but Raven was beginning to wonder if they'd find him at all. No doubt, the man was an expert in the art of camouflage. He wouldn't be found without great effort.
She adjusted the position of her rifle strap, trying to get more comfortable. The village still burned behind them, like a giant bonfire.
Lincoln led them up a steep hill, hoping to spot the sniper from above. After a short hike upwards, they reached the top. Lincoln held up his hand, signaling them to stop.
They had a decision to make, where to look from here.
That decision was made for them by the sniper.
The loud crack of a rifle echoed through the trees. The four of them quickly ducked behind a rather large rock.
"I guess we found him," Raven commented as a second shot rang off the surface of the rock.
"So much for the element of surprise," Lexa agreed.
"I'll draw his fire," Lincoln said as a gap came in the shots from the sniper.
"No," Clarke said. "I will."
She dashed out from behind the rock, firing with her pistol at the sniper's position. With a nod from Lexa, Lincoln sprinted off in the other direction, making to attack the sniper from behind.
Clarke quit shooting as no shots were returned.
"I think he's gone," Clarke said.
"What?" Lexa asked. "Where?"
"I don't know," Clarke answered.
"Come on," Lexa waved her hand.
She and Clarke left the cover of the rock, searching for the sniper again. Raven remained for a moment, thinking.
Where would she go if she were the sniper and people were looking for her? Her eyes surveyed the territory they had just crossed over to reach their current location, then it all became obvious.
A blur of movement passed through the tall grass on the side of the hill. The human eye was designed to recognize movement first. Even a well camouflaged individual couldn't hide if they moved too quickly.
Raven laid on the ground and used a smaller rock to stabilize the muzzle of her rifle. She tipped forward slightly so the barrel aimed downhill. The shadowy figure still rustled through the grass.
Raven inhaled and exhaled quickly, calming her nerves to take the shot. She couldn't let the man get away. Either he would flee back to Mount Weather, or he would post up somewhere else and cause more trouble for all of them.
Her rifle wasn't the perfect gun for this sort of long-range shooting. It was an assault rifle, designed for sweeping through buildings full of assailants that could pop around the corner at any moment. She would've preferred a real sniping rifle, but unfortunately, they didn't have any of those at camp.
As Raven tracked the sniper, estimating his position, her mind returned to one thought over and over again. She'd never killed anyone like this before.
Sure, she'd killed grounders at the battle of the dropship, but she had never done this sort of thing before. She was going to shoot a man in the back of the head where he was unable to fight back.
"He's inflicted more than his fair share of pain," Raven whispered to herself. "Get yourself together Reyes."
She did.
Raven calmed her breathing, settling into a comfortable and predictable pattern. Inhale, pause, exhale, pause, inhale, pause, exhale, pause. She didn't have a scope to work with. Iron sights would have to do for this shot.
She centered her sights on the spot she estimated the sniper to enter in five seconds. Then, Raven matched her breathing so she would have exhaled at the one second mark.
Raven sat calmly in the pause phase of her breathing pattern as she pulled the trigger. She pulled it twice, just to be sure she took the sniper down.
The shadow dropped less than a second later with two rounds in the back of his skull.
Raven released her pent-up breath, allowing herself to relax.
"Gotcha," Raven quipped to herself as she lifted her rifle and pushed herself to her feet.
"What was that?" Clarke came skidding to a stop behind Raven's position.
"Sniper ran away," Raven explained. "I took him down."
Clarke looked a bit perturbed as Raven turned around to face the blonde. She knew that Clarke wanted to kill him. Somehow, she thought that would help her atone for her mistake of allowing the missile to drop on TonDC.
"You got him?" Lincoln asked, coming around with Lexa by his side.
"Yep," Raven returned nonchalantly slinging her rifle over her shoulder.
Lincoln pulled the horn from his belt as Raven began walking down the hill toward the body. He blew into it, sounding a call that would be heard from the village. They would know that the sniper was down now. Raven only hoped Maynard hadn't done something stupid and gotten himself shot.
Just as she thought, the back of the sniper's head was blown clean off. It was good shooting.
Raven found herself viewing the body with a detached sense of reality, not truly coming to terms with what she had done. She feared that if she were to think too deeply, that she would be swamped in all sorts of negative emotion.
So, instead, Raven took the sniper's rifle. It was a nice gun. She would definitely make good use of it.
(Mount Weather. Bellamy Blake.)
"It's all clear," Bellamy said.
With concerned eyes, the delinquents followed him around the corner of the hall. He had taken them all through the trash chute, knowing that the Mountain Men would attack with greater force as the forty-seven never surrendered.
"Can't they see us?" Jasper asked, bearing the same concerned expression.
"Relax," Bellamy replied. "Maya took out all the cameras."
"Yeah, but we're still sitting ducks in a group like this," Miller commented darkly.
"You're right," Bellamy said. "So we're going to split up."
Monty grabbed Bellamy's shoulder, stopping them briefly, "No, we do this together, we survive together."
"Bellamy's right," Jasper said.
"They don't trust Maya anymore," Miller said. "Who the hell's going to help us now?"
Bellamy jerked his head, signaling the group to follow him. Around the next corner were ten or so Mount Weather civilians, Maya and her father among them.
"They are," Bellamy said.
"We're going to hide you," Maya explained. "Not everyone here agrees with Cage, not by a long shot."
"Come with me," Maya's father waved them onward. "We'll divide you along the way."
The group was shortly divided up as the grateful sky people were shepherded off by different Mountain citizens.
"We're coming with you," Jasper said, approaching Bellamy.
"No you're not," Bellamy returned. "They still don't know I'm here and I need to keep it that way. Besides I have work to do."
"So what do we do?" Monty asked.
"Stay alive, be ready to fight," Bellamy answered. "War is coming."
(Trikru territory, Ruined TonDC. Maynard Draiman.)
I blasted my way through a huge chunk of concrete just as the second horn echoed through the clearing. The first was the signal that the sniper was defeated. What the second was, I had no clue.
Once the sniper was eliminated, I managed to organize the group into various teams. One kept watch with just such a horn as the one that had gone off.
"Sky people! A whole group of them!" I heard a man shout in Trigedasleng.
"Go check it out," I ordered Octavia, who stood just behind me.
She nodded and exited quickly, the other two seconds on her heels. Octavia had the makings of a good leader in her. The other seconds naturally gravitated towards her and obeyed her commands, even though she didn't technically have any greater authority.
I kicked the slab again. More cracks formed and dust fell from the ceiling. I could smell Abby and Kane underneath all the rock.
With one more heavy boot, the concrete crumbled.
A light from outside shown downwards into the rubble. I could see them both. Kane lay under multiple heavy boulders. I was shocked he was still alive. Abby lay next to him, with her head by his chest. Her leg was twisted awkwardly.
"Hey guys!" I called. "Hang in there just a bit longer alright! I'm comin'!"
I clambered down into the rubble as the chattering increased outside. People gathered around the pile of rubble, waiting for me to exit.
First, I helped Abby out. Her ankle was sprained and would need time to heal, but other than that, she was fine. Kane was in more serious condition, multiple cracked ribs, serious femoral laceration, and various other injuries.
I cleared the debris off his body and carried him out just as darkness fell again. Rain lightly sprinkled on my head as I watched Sinclair and Octavia transfer Kane's body to a stretcher.
Things were already turning out much better than I had thought they would, then my day got a thousand times better.
Raven stood at the edge of the small crater where I'd spent most of my day covering myself in dust. Her ponytail was loose and messy, her rifle was slung over her shoulder, and she carried a second longer rifle over her other shoulder.
I sprang to the top of the crater like it was nothing. Raven dropped her weapons and caught me in a tight hug.
"I'm so glad yer okay," I breathed in relief.
"Me too," Raven returned.
I kissed her twice and then wrapped her in my arms again.
"Yer awesome, ya know that?" I asked.
"Obviously," Raven answered jokingly as we broke apart.
My day became slightly worse as I noticed Clarke and Lexa wandering towards the crater, no doubt to find Abby.
At the sight of their Commander, the crowd took up a chant.
"Heda! Heda! Heda!"
I didn't chant with them. As I lay my eyes on Clarke and Lexa, I seriously considered revealing all my suspicions. But that would break this alliance. Lexa was the only thing holding the clans together, and I didn't yet have the respect from all grounders to take on the Commander verbally one on one.
Lexa raised a hand to stop the cheers, while I stared at her coldly. Raven mimicked my gesture.
"What happened here will not stand," Lexa spoke in her statesman voice. "The Mountain will fall. The dead will be avenged!"
Cheers surrounded us. The people were certainly motivated to get the job done, but that didn't make the reason for their motivation any less immoral. I had no idea how Lexa could stand before her people with a straight face and lie that completely.
"Enough!" Abby shouted. "That's enough! There are still others in the wreckage. We heard them. Go to work!"
So, Abby was on my side of this. She seemed to be aware of Clarke and Lexa's actions. That was certainly an interesting development.
The crowd set to work rescuing the others. For the moment, I rested, content to let someone else do the work for a change.
Lexa and Clarke spoke in hushed tones. I saw that Lincoln too had rejoined us. He and Octavia spoke with the mostly recovered Indra.
I supposed now it was time to march on the Mountain.
There we go, a long chapter. Plus, Raven becomes more and more badass. Tensions between Maynard and Clarke are at an all time high as well. There's a lot going on right now.
Thanks for reading.