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BELLAMY AND IVY JOGGED DOWN THE HALL TO THE ROOM WITH A RADIO.They tried to be discreet, but the wrath of Clarke was more terrifying than getting caught and killed in the Mountain. She had told them that they had to check in every three hours on the dot, and they had found themselves lollygagging two miles away fifteen minutes before they were supposed to check in. They were out of breath when they reached the radio. "Ark Station, do you read me? Anybody there?"
"You guys are late," the blonde girl's stern voice came through, and they were desperate to move on to the more important thing before they got yelled at and scolded like little kids that caught caught coming home after curfew by their mother. "Every three hours means every three hours."
"Are you through?" Bellamy asked her, and they both looked at each other, praying for her to just start talking about getting their friends out of there. It had been too long since Ivy had gotten an Enzo hug. He had thought that she was dead until he saw her through that window, and he must be freaking out. She was freaking out.
She had not seen him, and as much as she hoped, there was still a piece of her that was expecting to get there and see that he wasn't there, that they were too late. Clarke just sighed and questioned, "Have you found the source of the acid fog?"
"No. That's gonna have to wait," the Bishop girl informed her, wincing because that had kind of been their only job so far along with staying alive. They had discovered a room that had access to a bunch of the vents that they were able to hang out in and plan what to do without getting caught.
The Griffin girl was very confused, especially since controlling the acid fog would give them a lot of power and leverage. That was a very important piece of the giant puzzle that was getting their friends out. "What? No. Nothing is more important than that."
"Our friends are," the Blake man reminded her because that was kind of the whole freaking purpose of the rescue mission, to make sure they saved all of their friends. That's why the pair got really worried when they saw some people in lab coats and guard uniforms leading a boy down the hall and into the elevator. "They've started taking them from the dorm one at a time every few hours."
