Chapter Two

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"No gun for you

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"No gun for you. Not until your sober."

"Don't want one."

"Wick you can draw the hatch falling inwards all you want but it's not going to happen!"

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"Wick you can draw the hatch falling inwards all you want but it's not going to happen!"

"Avery it's engineering basics!"

"Which you clearly don't understand Wick otherwise you would agree the hatch should pull up instead of down!"

Groaning Wick drags his hand frustratedly down his face "Pulling up is going to leave you with a 90-degree obstruction!"

"Which can protect whoever pops up in the hatch from that 90 degrees of rocks! Arrows! Daggers! Spears! Whatever Grounders wish to throw at them!" I exclaim back pulling irritated at the roots of my long hair.

The jeeps remodel is almost complete. Back doors have been thrown on and the interior completely was torn out to be replaced with metal. In the back, I've installed benches running along the sides for a less cramped room. The only things left to fix up is the piping on the engine and the hatch which Wick and I are currently in a heated argument about. "Or!" Wick yells right back rounding my workbench, gesturing to the vehicle behind me "It gives the opportunity for a Grounder to sneak attack whoever is there! Avery, you have got to see I'm right about this!"

Scoffing I shake my head "Don't tell me this is right! This is so far from right Wick we're going left!" Pointing to my blueprint on the glass pane I stress once again to Wick for the third time, "Opening it inside drags reaction time-Wick! It's the most simple scien-"

Suddenly a gunshot rings out through the new Mecha station causing Wick and I freezing mid-argument. Gazing off in its direction I notice Kane and Sinclair stood with Bellamy, Bellamy's handgun pointed to the roof. "What the hell!?" Wick booms as the pair of us meet the trio halfway "What was that for?!"

"Because both of you were at each other's throats so badly you couldn't hear us yelling at you", Kane explains.

"What?" I rhetorically ask glancing over to Bellamy who fired the shot off "A tap on the shoulder wouldn't have been just as effective?"

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