Rory Montgomery is a lot of things to a lot of people:
Queen. Revolutionary. Real. Killer. Free. Survivor.
After crash landing on Earth with 99 other juvenile delinquents and reuniting with lost friends, Rory Montgomery learnt that Earth wasn't quit...
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Rory smacks the button once more, shutting off their communication with Emerson. She turns around, slips her knife back into her pocket, and walks over to Clarke.
"What's on your mind?" Clarke asks.
Rory looks over at her, raising her eyebrows. "Who do you think?"
"He's going to be ok. He's going to make it."
Rory smiles sadly. "I appreciate the whole 'tell-Rory-what-she-needs-to-hear' thing you're all doing and not 'tell-Rory-the-truth', but, we both know he might not." She sighs, gripping the edge of the table that's between them. "He's late, Clarke. All our calculations say he should've checked in hours ago even if he was met with the worst case scenario at every single point." Clarke stays silent, but Rory knows exactly what she's thinking. "You're worried too. You know I'm right." Clarke looks back at her, about to protest, but Rory sends her a pointed look. "I've known you my entire life, Clarkey, I know when you're worried."
Clarke let's out a sigh of her own, chewing her bottom lip. "As much as I want him to be ok..." she trails off, not wanting to even voice the worst eventuality, "what do we do if he isn't? Our entire plan rests on him getting inside, mobilising our people and the grounders, and shutting down the acid fog."
"We keep the radio on, hope he gets in touch. We leave it another hour, if he doesn't make contact then..." Rory swallows deeply, clearing the lump in the back of her throat, "we presume he's been removed from the equation." Her words hang heavy over both of them for a few seconds, before she lets go of the table and folds her arms over her chest. "Regardless of whether or not Bell gets in, I say we use our new friend over there to distract them. Keep them looking at us whilst we find a new way in or some other way to tell our people the plan. The radio, we can talk back to them, right?" She asks, to which Clarke nods in response. "Then we broadcast a coded message back to them, tell them our new plan, and hope someone is in the right place at the right time to hear it. That deals with our secret army."
"What about the fog?" Clarke asks, surveying the items on the table. "We can mobilise our forces but, if we can't get close enough to distract the Mountain Men from out here, or get close enough to get ourselves inside, then we've lost before we've even started."
"We see if Lexa's suggestion is viable. We need to talk to Raven, see if she thinks we can blow the dam." Rory tells her, watching her pick up a small object from on the table. "Is that one of those Reaper stick things? He had it on him?"
Clarke nods. "I think we could use this." She says, turning the item over in her hand. "If Raven can replicate the frequency, we can neutralise every Reaper in existence."
"It would open up the tunnels. We could get inside." Rory gasps. Her mind starts whirling with the world of opportunities that would open up if they can replicate the frequency. She looks down at the map on the table and taps it with her finger. "How easy is it to get from the tunnels into the main base? Is there a route that we could take with our external army?"
