Chapter 13.
Mount Weather
"I need to tell you something important" Maya suddenly looks very serious. They had been bonding, chatting – almost flirting - this serious tone seems like it comes out of nowhere. Monroe is a bit startled but nods.
"Your friends are here at the mountain!" Monroe is shocked but at the same time elated. They were alive! And not captured by the grounders. Monty and Jasper! They had also known her from before, from the ark when they were younger. The two of them had even been with Murphy in the pits before he became their feared trainer. She can´t wait to see them.
She gives Maya´s arm a gentle squeeze and waits for her to continue. Nobody´s watching.
"They are kept in lockup for now" Maya explains the location in detail before she continues "Our people are not immune to the radiation levels on the ground. That is why we never go outside. Dr Tsing and the leaders here believe that your friends´ bone marrow is the solution" She looks down. "I´m….sorry"
Monroe´s initial joy at knowing where her friends were had evaporated in a blink of an eye. She needed to tell Clarke. She made sure Maya understands how grateful she is before she switches seats and quietly explains to their leader what she has learned.
Clarke relays the information to Bellamy and Raven and they all agree quickly on their best option. They need to escape. And them make a plan to rescue their friends.
During the rest of the dinner they are all keeping up appearances, thanking for the food, and after some more pleasantries they are left alone in their new quarters.
They immediately start planning for their escape. Clarke takes charge, and takes out the map. She has already studied it and memorized a way back to where Maya had explained they came in. They would get out the same way. To bring 48 additional people with them now was just too risky. It broke her heart to leave them there but Maya explained that they were not harmed yet. Clarke believed the young girl with the honest eyes, and she also knew they would be back for them. For now they just needed to get out without anyone noticing.
Raven can hack the door leading into the tunnels, but where is Murphy? Raven is worried. He has been gone several hours and he she was sure his bed had not been slept in. She voices her concern.
"Do you think he was here at all?" Clarke wonders out loud.
"No. I bet he was off snooping around or something"
Bellamy sighs. He had thought the same thing. Ever since all the troubles Murphy had wanted to prove himself to the group. Prove he had a purpose and a reason to be there. The group had shared the feeling that something was off as they arrived at the mountain. And Bellamy just knew that Murphy´s curiosity got the better of him.
They at least had to try to find him.
Clarke and Bellamy study the map they had been given one more time. "What about here" Bellamy suddenly says and points to an area of the map that they hadn´t really looked at much "it looks like a dead end but logically it shouldn´t be, I think we should check it out."
"It´s worth a shot" Clarke states and so the decision is made. Even if Murphy wasn´t there she wanted to know as much as possible of Mount Weather´s secrets before they left. Especially since they now had an escape route, and no one suspected yet. She must also admit that they owe Murphy that much. "Murphy is one of us now". She surprises herself by saying it out loud
Monroe mutters something under her breath but Clarke doesn´t hear it. Bellamy does though. "One of us, my ass", Monroe looks pissed. Bellamy isn´t John Murphy´s biggest fan, but still, if he had forgiven him, why couldn´t Monroe. Was there something more to that story? This was no time to dwell on it now though, the lights had gone off for the evening and the mountain was quiet. It is time to go!
Storage room, Mount Weather
Murphy slowly comes to, he feels sore as hell and his head is pounding. After a minute he manages to keep his eyes open long enough to get an idea where he is. It is a metal cage, not much larger than a couple of meters across. Shit! He curses inwardly. It feels familiar. Not in a good way.
But this was no grounder camp.
The main part of the room is stacked with the same type of cages as he is in. Most of them have occupants; they all seem dazed. Grounders, he thought, but why lock them up?
His head is killing him. Those guards had really gone for it. He touches his face and feel the dried blood, and his nose is a mess, probably broken. He winces as his fingers touches the still bleeding wound at the back of his head. He feels lightheaded. You need to stop the bleeding, his instincts tell him, but he is too disoriented to care. His head drops, he closes his eyes and lets the darkness claim him.