Skye & Earth ||| Bellamy Blake

60 ~ pH

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Pick your poison, babe

I'm poison either way

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Bellamy slowly lowers the vent grate onto the floor, crawling out. He holds out his hand to allow Skye to follow suit.

They've made it to the source of the acid fog. A sign nearby says Chemical Storage.

Inside the room there are massive metal tanks, presumably filled with the fog. Bellamy crouches, both hands holding his gun as they check to make sure the room is empty.

Once it's clear, Skye uses her elbow to smash a glass window. Behind it, is an emergency fire axe. She hands it to Bellamy who goes upstairs.

He breaks the indoor key reader and then slides it in between the handles of the door. He climbs back down and holds the button on his earpiece.

"Come in, Raven. We made it. I hope you have a plan."

There's a sigh and the radio crackles slightly as she speaks. "We're still working on it. Give us something to go on. What do you see?"

"A huge steel vat. Looks like a submarine. Some other tanks with chemical formulas. Warning labels. A bunch of pipes going into the wall. A monitor."

Suddenly a man's voice appears over the radio. "Ooh, go to the monitor."

"Hello to you too." Bellamy mumbles, walking over to Skye who is already looking at the monitor screen.

"Don't mind Wick. He's not really helping." Raven says with a hint of irritation.

"Hey, Bellamy. How's my boy Monty doing?" Wick asks.

"Fine. But I don't know for how long."

"Great. Pleasantries over. Listen, if that monitor is a control panel, we can use it to kill this thing. Look for a pH scale."

"It has a scale, but the rest, uh... S3, V2, O5, H2, S2, O7." Bellamy sighs. "Can I just blow this thing?"

"No. They'll know their defenses are down." Skye says, speaking for the first time since entering the room. "They'll send a tech to fix it, reroute it, or pull out some weapon we don't even know about."

"Skye is right. Plus, you'd probably melt your face off." Raven says. "We gotta think our way through this one."

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"Level indicator." Bellamy reads.

"No." Wick replies.

"Do you see an actuator anywhere?" Raven asks.

"English, Raven." Skye mumbles, wiping sweat off her face.

Her throat is still sore from being choked by Lovejoy. Her lip is healing from being busted back in the harvest chamber, but her nose is still throbbing.

"What else?" Wick's voice asks over the radio.

"Internal pressure sensor." Bellamy says.

"No."

"Set point and alarm."

"Let's avoid that one."

Skye huffs a small laugh.

Bellamy glances at her with the tiniest hint of a smile. "Maintenance and cleaning."

There's silence for a moment before Wick speaks again. "Bellamy, go to that subdirectory. See if there's anything that says 'passivation.'"