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KANE, IVY, AND OCTAVIA ENTERED THEIR OLD CAMP CAUTIOUSLY. They were pushing Bellamy in front of them as Kane held a gun to his head. If any one of Pike's men were there, they would know not to shoot him, so they were using him as a shield of sorts. It was morally wrong, but Pike was not going to shoot him. So, it was not like they were making him take a bullet for them.
"Monty?" Pike called, and there was no answer. He looked around, and there was no sign of movement in the surrounding woods or the dropship. He sighed and let his guard down slightly, coming to a conclusion. "We got here first."
"No, we didn't," Ivy muttered, and it seemed like Octavia was on the same page. It seemed that being alone together for so long and fighting together had given them similar instincts, and the flap covering the entrance of the ship was looking severely suspicious.
Octavia grabbed Bellamy from Kane and held her sword to his neck. Ivy pointed her gun directly at the dropship while Kane looked at both of them in confusion, wondering what the hell was going on. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Get outside! Now!" the Blake girl ordered, and she pressed her blade further into her brother's neck, causing him to tilt his head back a little so that he was not actually cut. Ivy was getting a little nervous that the girl was going to allow her anger and grief take over and 'accidentally' cut his head off.
The flap moved, and they watched as Monty appeared. The Bishop girl did not lower her weapon yet, though, because behind him was Pike, pushing him forward while holding a gun to his head. Monty looked scared that they were going to be mad at him, but they were kind of more worried about the fact that Pike could kill him at any moment. "He followed me. I'm sorry."
"Let him go, Pike!" Kane shouted. There was no way that Pike was about to kill him. One of his most loyal followers was his mother. What would happen if he killed the boy in cold blood?
"I can't do that," the man answered, and all four of them jumped when there was a gunshot. A bullet hit the ground beside them, informing them that he had men surrounding them, ready to shoot his they even moved too quickly. "It's over. Put down your weapons."
