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I had been working on everything Clarke had asked me to since she left, but without supplies or intel there wasn't much more I could do, so the next thing I did was draw a map of Mount Weather on a board based on her drawing and then I focused on the dam.
- "Has he checked in yet?"
- "No." –I turned around to see Clarke coming into the room followed by a Grounder- "Worried someone's gonna take a shot at you inside the Ark?"
- "Lexa's orders." -she answered me before I turned around, hearing her dismiss him before she walked toward me- "He's late, what if something's happened to him?"
- "Then you'll need that Grounder because Sam will kill you." –I glanced at her for a second, seeing the color drain from her face- "Don't worry, he'll be fine."
- "You've been busy." –she spoke after sighing at my remark- "Why are you focusing on the dam? I told you acid fog was our priority."
- "Well, until Bellamy gets eyes on their dispersal system there's only so much I can do."
- "Fine. "Tell me about the dam. Can we cut off their power?"
- "Maybe. I'm still playing with a few things."
As I kept looking at the dam's map, she turned and took one of the Reaper's Repellent, as Sam and I had baptized the previous day before she left to Tondc, and pressed the button.
- "How many of these have you made?"
- "Only two so far but..."
- "Two?!" –she put it back aggressively on the table- "That's not enough! There'll be Reapers everywhere!"
- "High-frequency tone generators don't grow on trees, Clarke." –I was starting to get annoyed at her- "Wick's scrounging for parts."
- "Raven. I am about to leave for Tondc where Lexa and the heads of all 12 Grounder clans are waiting for me to tell them we're a go. Only we are not a go because they still have the acid fog and we only have two-tone generators."
- "We'll be ready." –she looked at me, doubtful- "We will."
- "Work Station, do you read me?" –Bellamy's voice came through the radio just in time- "Anybody there?"
- "Bellamy, you're late." –Clarke was quick to take the radio- "Every three hours means every three hours."
- "Are you through?"
- "Have you found the source of the acid fog?"
- "No, that's gonna have to wait."
- "What? No." -Clarke's tone was harsh; I wondered if she understood the risks Bellamy was taking- "Nothing is more important than that."
