Book 3 of the Tugsten Series
Following Season Five of The 100.
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"You eat or you die."
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Two Years After Praimfaya. Nylah ties off the braids in my hair as I clean the gunk out of the oxygen scrubbers. Over time there's been a build-up of smoke from riots and the water particles in the air which has turned into gunk inside the turbines. Shutting one off at a time I gave myself the task of cleaning them. Nylah has been gracious enough to keep me company as I run through the task. I didn't trust the engineers and mechanics I'm training to get the job done so I decided to do it myself.
"Have you ever thought about cutting it?" Nylah wonders tying off my braid "I think you could pull off the shorter look."
"It's crossed my mind once or twice", I admit to Nylah with a small shrug as we sit on the floor of the generator room "But Raven and I have an ongoing bet to see who can grow it the longest. Currently I hold the record."
Peering over my shoulder to Nylah, I watch her shake her head chuckling "You're a fascinating human being Avery."
"I get that a lot", I hum aloud before I turn back to scraping at the build-up, my tattooed arm stretching into the turbine. My eyes catch the AA battery I've had someone tattoo onto my wrist for me not a few months ago. I did always say I wanted one and once the Grounders got their hands on pen ink that has been kept by the dozens down here, I'd worked with some to create a gun of sorts after I got an understanding of their methodology behind the art.
Before my thoughts can trail over to Wick, I hear Miller calling my name over the radio "Ave Octavia's requesting you come to the office."
Picking up my radio, I ask Miller who seems to have become a high ranking fighter amongst Octavia's guard over the last two years. "Is it urgent Miller?" I question him sparing a look further into the oxygen scrubbers "I'm elbowing deep in oxygen scrubber gunk."
"Firstly that's disgusting", Miller comments uneasily, "Second Octavia says it's life or death."
"We'd had such an unproblematic run of it too", I mutter under my breath "Tell her I'll be there in ten."
