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"HEY." KYA BEGINS as her and Clarke walk into the office. Bellamy was finishing up talking to Octavia on the radio and both girls still had to say goodbye to their parents. "Do they have her?"
"Bellamy?" Clarke questions when they see the look on Bellamy's face.
"The radio's dead." Bellamy states, standing up. "Won't get to say goodbye to your mom or dad. I'm sorry." Both girls look at one another, tears welling in their eyes at the thought of not getting to tell their parents goodbye. "Hey.." Bellamy begins, pulling the girls into a hug.
"Kya, Clarke, Bellamy, get down here." Murphy suddenly yells, breaking the trio apart. The three of them walk down the steps, joining the rest of them as they crowd around a screen. They all watch as the death wave begins to take affect, causing fires to burn and the air to be polluted, unsurprisingly the screen shuts off.
"It's 210 miles from Polis to the island." Raven begins. "According to what was our last drone, the wave is accelerating. If we're not off the ground at least minutes before it hits, the electromagnetic charge in the pyroclastic cloud will shut down the rocket's avionics, meaning it won't fly. That gives us 90 minutes to run a 6-hour preflight check, retrieve the oxygen generator from the lighthouse, turn a cockpit designed for two into one that can carry 9, and load the cargo hold with enough food to keep us from starving in space while we wait for the algae to bloom."
"I thought you said it was gonna be hard." Murphy mumbles.
Raven scoffs. "That's not the hard part. Becca designed her rocket to dock with Polaris, not the Ark. That means I have to pilot it into the hangar bay on the ring."
"What's so hard about that?" Harper questions.
"That's not the hard part, either." Raven exclaims.
"What is the hard part, Raven?" Kya pushes.
"Assuming we blast off in time, CO scrubbers on a two-person rocket won't support 9 of us." Raven states.
"So we use supplemental oxygen." Clarke suggest.
"Our tanks only hold an hour of air." Monty chimes in.
"Correct. We'll have one hour to get into orbit, land in the hangar bay, and fire up the life-support system using an oxygen generator built to supply a lighthouse bachelor pad." Raven almost laughs at how crazy it is.
"You suck at talking people into things. You know that, right?" Murphy exclaims.
"Anyone here still need to be talked into this?" Bellamy questions. "Good. Now we know the many ways we might die today, why don't you tell us what we have to do to live?" Raven nods, turning to the computer she pulls up a 2 hour clock. And the countdown begins.
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"So lets go over this again. I figure two months until the algae farm produces enough to feed us. If we ration the MRE's, we should get there." Kya looks up when she realizes she's talking to herself. Walking over to Bellamy she wraps her arms around him to get his attention.
