𝘼𝙉 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇 𝙄𝙉 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝙂𝙐𝙄𝙎𝙀¹ ➣ 𝐵. 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑘𝑒✔

24 | Pauna

All of our group had gone back to camp early the next morning. Bellamy and Lincoln split with us, heading for Mount Weather. I stayed behind with Clarke because I had also escaped Mount Weather so I was helping. We're trying to come up with a plan for the whole Mount Weather situation, but a certain grounder named Quint is making it quite difficult.

"This argument is a waste of time," Quint complained, shouting. "It is simple, if they can't breathe our air why not just open the door and be done with it? Let them burn."

The grounders around the room cheered 'burn them'.

"No, because they have a containment system," Clarke stated. "Multiple airlocks just like we had on the Ark. Our inside man can shut that down."

"If he gets inside," Quint said, crossing his arms.

"What if we shut it down from the outside?" Lexa suggested. "You say the damn gives them power. Let's take that away."

Clarke shook her head. "That dam withstood a nuclear way, commander. I highly doubt--"

"Agh!" Quint shouted, slamming his fists into the table in front of him angrily. I rolled my eyes. "All she offers is no."

"Quint."

After a few seconds, Quint straightened. "Apologies, commander. But the biggest army we've ever had waits for us to give it a mission. The longer that takes, the more of our people die inside that mountain."

"It's the same for all of us," Clarke stated.

"We've lost thousands," Quint said, glaring at her. "How many have you lost girl? She says she has a plan. I say waiting for one man to get inside... Is not a very good one."

"I agree with Quint," a grounder butted in. "We have an army, let's use it."

"We will," I said, annoyed. "After Bellamy lowers their defenses, turns off the acid fog... I don't care how many many you have. If you can't get to your enemy, you can't win."

"You are the enemy," Quint said angrily through gritted teeth.

I turned to him, giving him a dirty look. "I'm sorry. Have I done something to offend you?"

Quint stepped forward as he spoke. "Yes. You burned my brother alive in a ring of fire."

I clenched my jaw as I stepped forward, getting in his face. "Maybe your brother shouldn't have attacked my ship."

"You're very brave under the commander's protection, aren't you?" Quint threatened.

I tilted my head to the side slightly. "You do not want to get on my bad side. I suggest you back off...before I make you."

"Aiden," Clarke warned.

"Plein," the commander spoke. After a few seconds, Quint stepped back, speaking something I didn't understand. I stepped back to my original spot beside Clarke as the commander picked up a large piece of paper with a map of Mount Weather on it.

"Quint's right," the commander spoke, looking to Clarke and I. "Waiting for Bellamy is not a plan. It's a prayer. And one that's not likely to be answered."

I pursed my lips before turning on my heel and leaving the building. I can't be in the same room as Quint and think about Bellamy in Mount Weather; it's just too much. And it doesn't help that they're telling me Bellamy might not make it when I'm worried enough as it is. I ran a hand along my face when I heard footsteps approaching. I turned to see Clarke, a slightly worried expression in her face.

"You okay?" She asked. I nodded in response, not saying anything. Clarke approached me, putting a hand on my shoulder in an attempt to reassure me. "He's going to make it, Aiden."