"Can I actually kill her this time or is that still up for debate?"
I can't count how many hours we've been marching but judging by the suns position I'd say it's crawling into the afternoon rays. I've remained with Harper, Monty, and Bellamy as we march amongst the troops. I've caught Miller's eye from the front of the battalion a couple of times but he merely turns away with Jackson and Nylah. I won't lie it stung. After everything we've been through together I'd thought he'd have my back a little more than he has. At least put up a fight not to have me thrown into the pit. I mean... it's the thought which counts.
"Bellamy, hola. Taim yu sen ai in, yo don drop nishiv of. Yemi."
Knowing its Echo I spare a glance at everyone else to see them just as curious. If she's radioing either something really good or really bad has gone down. As Bellamy pulls out the radio Harper tugs me along with her and Monty as we quickly traipse after him. "Echo-"
"Wait", I hold Bellamy up quickly before he can keep speaking. When his curious look settles on me I give a curt shake of my head "Echo's speaking Trig for a reason."
Bellamy watches me for a long moment, debating his next move before he starts to speak their native tongue too "Oui come Trig? Oui Skechi?"
"Emo get in bilaik yo's komba raun. Yo don drop nishiv of." Pursing my lips I fold my arms defensively across my chest. I unconsciously find myself looking to the sky. I guess bad news it is.
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FanfictionBook 3 of the Tugsten Series Following Season Five of The 100. Ranking #19 in engineer 05/05/2020 #18 bellamyblake 10/12/2019 #17 in clarkegriffin 02/11/2019 #9 in seasonfive 11/03/2020