[OLD VERSION]The Saviors

Chapter Twenty-nine: A Scared Survivor

Things were becoming worse at Mount Weather. Guards would come to take delinquents away every few hours, and the delinquents would never return. The number of survivors was decreasing drastically. They were running out of time, and Bellamy needed to do something. Quick.

Raven and Clarke had formed a plan for him to find the lab where the delinquents were being taken. Maya had given him the schematics to go through the vent system. Bellamy was a bit upset that Athena hadn't chosen to stay, but whatever she had to do in TonDC was more important than playing girlfriend.

"Okay, tell us where you are now," Raven said through the earpiece.
"I'm at an intersection," Bellamy answered. "Which way?"
"Bellamy, we think you're close. The lab should be up ahead," Clarke replied.
Bellamy rolled his eyes at the five different vent paths before him. "Any chance you could be more specific?"

The whirl of drill caused Bellamy to slightly jolt. He followed the noise, and it became louder. He lowered himself own from the path, finding one of the window fans that provided small slats to peer through on the other side was the lab. But there was something else that made Bellamy's heart beat faster: Athena's voice.

"I have a message for your leader. . . We're coming for him. We're coming for all of you," Athena hissed.

Bellamy leaned forward to see two men were watching a laptop with Athena on it. Except Athena looked like a grounder. She was dressed in all black, and her sword a
was slung on her back. The anger in her eyes was deadly. Bellamy scanned the rest of the lab. A dead boy was sprawled on a metal table, and blood gushed from his thigh. Bone marrow extraction.

"You can watch us as much as you want, but you haven't seen our powerful army that even your acid fog can't protect you from. And now thanks to you-" Athena smiled tauntingly as she lifted up the reaper stick, and pressed the button so it squealed loudly. "Neither can the reapers. This is your final chance. Stand down, and let our people come home. Because if we suffer. . . you suffer with us."

The pale man smashed the pause button. "This is our big threat? Seriously? A seventeen year old girl."
"A deadly seventeen year old girl, Cage," a woman with dark curls and a fading black eye corrected as she walked away from the dead boy to where the two men stood. She glanced at Athena's image on the screen as she pressed the needle into the blond man's shoulder who wore a patient gown. "It was clear since day one Athena Dawson would be our biggest threat."
"Lets get back to this secret army she claims to have," Cage huffed, crossing his arms. "Did she tell you anything that could help you find it?" A drill whirled, and Cage rolled his eyes as he shot a glare over his shoulder to another doctor who was drilling the dead boy. "Quit drilling."
"The window for extraction after death is incredibly short," the female doctor informed.

Bellamy inhaled sharply. He had seen just one dead body, but that didn't mean the rest had already been sent to the reaper tunnels. Besides, no delinquent ever returned from this room and the cages were empty of prisoners.

"No, sir. She gave no hints," said the blond man. "Every part of her threat was caught on the camera of my suit. She says she's coming for you, and that she'll destroy you."
Cage scoffed. "She'll never have the chance too. Not after tonight."
"Sir, what do you mean?" The blond asked, rubbing his shoulder as the female doctor pulled out the needle.
"Whitman radioed in ten minutes ago. There's a meeting in one of their villages tonight, and Athena Dawson is there already."
"No. . ." Bellamy breathed as horror seeped into his expression.
"Sir, with all due respect to Whitman, I'm the better shooter for Athena Dawson's assassination," the blond man insisted.
"No need for that." Cage waved his hand. "We're using something that could never miss a target."
"What are you planning?" The blond man questioned.
Cage grinned cruelly. "A missile. Athena Dawson may be able to survive many things. . . but no one can survive being blown up."