/Clarke Griffin/
Clarke was sitting on Jasper and Monty's couch, eating popcorn and watching reruns of a show called, The 100, when a tall, tanned girl with long brown hair.
"Hey guys, who… is this?" the girl asked, clearly confused that the boys actually had a girl in their apartment, who wasn't a relative, or herself.
Jasper and Monty made eye contact with each other, then looked over to Clarke, who nodded. Jasper and Monty had said they trusted her, and she would definitely be useful, so she figured it would ok to tell her.
Clarke got up and walked over to wear the girl was standing, and held out her hand.
"Hi..." Clarke began, but then realized she didn't know the girl's name.
"Reyes, Raven Reyes, I'm these dorks other roommate." Clarke had a feeling she was going to like this girl.
"I'm," Clarke began, and decided that she would have to trust some people, at least partially, "Clarke. Griffin."
Raven's face morphed from a cool, non-chalant expression to a 'what the fuck did you guys do when I was out' expression. Her eyebrows must have moved at least an inch up her face and surprise was clearly evident.
"Clarke Griffin, as in the Clarke Grin. Fugitive wanted by the government for knowing top secret information?"
Clarke just nodded, just a small bit worried that this cool might not like the idea of being a fugitive.
"Holy crap, you are literally my idol, man." Well that was not what Clarke had been expecting. At all.
"Um, cool, I'm just gonna let these guys fill you in," Clarke said, pointing to Jasper and Monty, before walking into the bathroom. She could hear them explaining the situation, how they met and what the plan was, and Raven getting more excited with each word. She could also hear them greatly exaggerating how 'amazing and friggin badass' she was. It's not that Clarke didn't trust people, she just, well, didn't trust people. She used to, until she found out just how many secrets were being hidden. She realized that no one was really who they seemed to be, a extremely clear example being her mother. It sucked, having the one person she trusted above all else, be responsible for getting her father executed, but then having said person betray you, well it didn't leave much room for trust in your brain.
/Bellamy Blake/
Bellamy was sitting at his desk, once again going over the case file and his interview notes, because, really, they were the only things they had found so far. It baffled him, how so many adults could never pull of something like this, the number of fugitives Bellamy had caught in 48 hours was impressive, however this 20 year old woman was smarter than all. Using disposable cells, believebal disguises, fake identies, cash, he finally understood what the Captain had meant by a 'make or break' case. Just then, interrupting his thought, Miller once again burst into his office.
"Blake, we've got a witness."
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