⸻ ( Bellamy Blake )
Jinny Shumway was the epitome of brilliance, the brightest star in their galaxy. But even stars can fall -- burning, crashing, incandescent.
( the 100 ) • 2020
( editing in progress )
THEMAPWASSTARTING to look less interesting to Jinny the longer she spent staring at it while they were gathered inside the dropship. Raulf was standing awkwardly next to her as he refused to leave the safety of her side, while pretending to be her hostage in case the other scouts saw him. Bellamy had spent the entire time glaring coolly at him, threatening the Grounder boy with the unspoken content of his eyes. Jinny had to smack him twice to stop him from doing that, but the man continued to furtively throw shady looks to his side.
Clarke folded her arms and asked, "Okay, so how the hell are we doing this?"
"We got twenty-five rifles and twenty rounds each, give or take," Bellamy answered. "That's roughly five hundred rounds of ammo. While you two were gone, we made some improvements. Thanks to Raven, the gully is mined."
"Partially mined," Raven quipped from the side. "Thanks to Murphy."
"Still, it's the main route in." Bellamy traced the area on the map with a finger. "If the Grounders use it, we'll know. She also built grenades." He picked up a casing from a container on the table.
"It's not many," Clarke remarked.
"Again, thank you, Murphy," Raven said bitterly.
"We'll make them count," Bellamy told them. "If the Grounders make it through the front gate, guns and grenades should force them back."
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"Most warriors don't have heavy gear or shields," Raulf added, earning a glare from Bellamy who winced when he was kicked in the shin by Jinny.
"Thank you, Raulf," she said with a polite nod of her head before speaking into her walkie. "We can't afford to waste bullets, especially when they're trying to shadow play us. All gunners are not to shoot unless you have clear shots. Keep your heads down and stay behind the barricades."
"And then?" Clarke pressed.
"Then we close the door and pray," Raven replied.
"And pray what?" the blonde asked snappishly. "That the ship will keep them out? Because it won't."
"Then let's not let them through the gates," Bellamy said, bringing his own walkie to his lips. "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."
