Hell and Back (The 100)

39 - War

"We've got twenty-five rifles with twenty rounds each, give or take. Roughly five hundred rounds of ammo." Bellamy shares with everyone in the dropship. His right hand holds the radio while his arms are folded over his chest. 

I nod my head toward Raven, who has been sitting in one of the chairs ever since two guys helped her inside. "While you two were gone," I address Finn and Clarke. "we made some improvements. Thanks to Raven, the gully is mined." 

Bellamy points to the table in front of us. He used the materials we had to make a smaller replica of the camp and the foxholes. This was the easiest way to show everyone where they were to be during the fight when the Grounders come for us. 

"Partially mined." Raven speaks up with a low groan. Her face scrunches up from the pain radiating all throughout her body. With the bullet still in her, she is forced to deal with the pain until we can get it safely out of her. "Thanks to Murphy."

"Still," Bellamy keeps his gaze on the replica version of the camp. "It's the main route in. If the Grounders use it, we'll know." 

I pick a small cylinder from the table. "She, also, built grenades." I hold the small grenade in my hand to show the others before carefully setting it back down. "It's not many, but--"

"Again, thank you, Murphy." Raven interrupts. 

"We'll make them count," Bellamy finishes my train of thought. He gestures to the outside of the wall with the radio clenched between his fingers. "If the Grounders make it through the front gate, gun and grenades should force them back."

Clarke raises a brow when she doesn't hear the two of us continue with our plan for the attack. She glances between us, half expecting us to add something else. "And then?" She asks. 

We glimpse at each other from the corner of our eyes. Bellamy and I knew what we were getting ourselves into when discussed going to war with the Grounders. We tried to prepare ourselves as much as we could. Bellamy and I knew nothing about how to go to war, but it was easier to make decisions and everything when we worked together. I liked to think that we were the best co-leaders this camp could have. 

"Then we close the door and pray." Raven states, earning everyone's attention again.

Clarke turns her head toward her with enlarged eyes. "And pray what? That the ship keeps them out? Because it won't." She sharply whirls around to stare at us, waiting to see what we have to say.

I knew Clarke was right. We were only doing the best we could with what we have. The gears in my mind begin to grind as I start to think of something that could help us. 

"Then let's not let them get through the gate." Bellamy glances at me before talking into the radio, "All foxholes, listen up. Keep your eyes and ears open. Inflict casualties, as many as possible. You can hold them off long enough to make them turn back. That's the plan." 

"That's always your plan," Finn comments after Bellamy finishes speaking into the radio. "Just like the bomb at the bridge."

My eyes automatically narrow in response to Finn. An idea comes to me when I peer down at the floor of the dropship. Something that Raven had said after she had been trying to open the door to save Bellamy and me. 

"Damn right. You got a better idea?" Bellamy retorts. 

Clarke softly shakes her head. "It can't be that simple."

My fingers curl around the underside of the table as I nod to Raven, gaining her attention. "When you were under the dropship, trying to find a way to open the door, you said there's fuel in the rockets, right? Enough to build one hundred bombs?"