Saviors ; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥

108. ꕥ Third Time Is Not The Charm

One hand was gripping Bellamy's, my fingers threaded through his, while the other was resting on my stomach the whole ride. After a long and dreadful drive through the dark night, we had finally made it to the Polis border, where we would be splitting off. My hand slowly released Bellamy's as he slowed the Rover down, navigating through the thick trees.

"There it is. We stop here." Clarke announced.

Bellamy pulled the Rover to a slow stop, as close as we could get to the tunnel we would be using. Clarke got out first, hopping out from the back and walking up to the edge, overlooking the Polis tower as the rest of us unloaded ourselves and the gear. Shutting the passenger door, I walked in front of the Rover, headlights shining bright, next to Bellamy just as Roan appeared from the back.

"All right, this is where we split up." Said Roan before gesturing to our left, where the tunnel was located. "The entrance to the tunnel is right over there."

"We know where it is." Bellamy bit back, catching the glare I sent his way.

Clarke walked up to the three of us, Roan holding out his hand to the blond, stating, "I'm gonna need the Flame. Look, this only works if they send Ontari out to get it. If they don't see it, they won't do that. Not much of a trap without the bait."

Clarke thought for a few seconds before reaching into her pocket, pulling out the AI's casing, and handing it to Roan. "Fine. But I'm coming with you."

"What?" I snapped.

Bellamy shook his head. "No way, that is not the plan."

"It is now." Clarke finalized, turning to Bellamy and me. "I'm not letting that out of my sight." She looked back to Roan with one eyebrow arched. "And I'm the only one who knows the passphrase. So you can tell them that without me, Ontari can't ascend."

Now that was blackmail at its finest, and it worked; Roan nodded, confirming the plan. "You'll need to look like my prisoner."

"Okay." Clarke nodded.

"Wait a second. Give us a minute." Bellamy ordered Roan, who gave him a look before trailing away. "Come on, Clarke. You're really willing to trust that guy with your life?"

"Clarke, it could get you killed." I cut in. "Let me go. Tell me the passphrase, and I'll go."

Bellamy's eyes widened, snapping down to me and angling himself more towards me. "What? No."

Simply ignoring him, I kept my gaze trained on Clarke. "You're too valuable. I have a less likely chance of being killed if I go."

Clarke smiled appreciatively but shook her head. "Thank you, Jo. But this is something I need to do. And besides," Clarke began shifting her gaze between Bellamy and me, "I need you both to be covering us. You'll be there the whole time, and I trust both of you."

How could we argue with someone who was willing to trust the two of us with their life — we couldn't, and so we didn't. Both of us nodded, moving to the side, letting Clarke go to Roan, but I couldn't help but catch the look Bellamy was giving me. Deciding to dismiss it, I bid the blond farewell, everyone else doing the same before I ducked first into the tunnel that would lead us straight into the heart of Polis.  

Bellamy, at one point, took the lead, moving hastily down the tunnels, while Octavia was in the rear, both the Blake sibling having taken this path before. We moved swiftly down the corridors, everyone following right behind each other with ready-to-use weapons. God, have I mentioned I hate running? Well, I still hate it.