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"BELLAMY, COME IN. DO YOU READ ME?"
The voice of someone very familiar soothed Falo. She turned her gaze on the radio, her nerves calmed down. Monty was alive, he wasn't dead. He escaped the Praimfaya that probably washed over Arkadia.
"Yes, Monty," Bellamy widened his eyes, he looked around himself as he was glad to hear Monty's voice. "I read you. Where are you?"
"Two clicks outside of Polis. Almost there. Everything okay?" Monty asked.
Bellamy looked at the ground. "Not exactly," he rubbed his temple. "Look, Monty. I hate to ask you this, but we broke down on the way to the island to get Raven. We need you to come reel us in." Falo bit her lip, clenching her jaw, hoping he'd come get them. Emori suddenly coughed, causing Falo to look at her momentarily.
"We're on our way," Monty quickly replied. Emori coughed again, but this time it seemed to be more severe than the last, which concerned Falo. "Tell us exactly where you are."
All of a sudden, Emori crouched over, her throat tightening as she was coughing louder. Blood splattered inside of her helmet as she clutched her chest. Falo stared at her, breathing in and out, hoping this wouldn't be the end of Emori.
Emori coughed again, panting heavily. Clarke examined Emori. "You've been exposed," Clarke whispered with wide eyes.
"How's that possible?" Murphy loudly questioned. "She's wearing a suit."
Clarke turned her around. "The seal of her helmet's torn." Emori clutched her chest again as blood was basically pouring out of her mouth by now.
"Can you fix it?" Murphy asked.
"We need tape, but we don't have any tools or weapons to fix the suit." Falo deadpanned, crossing her arms over her chest.
Then Emori got worst. Her coughs didn't even seem like coughs, it seemed more like struggled breathing.
"So, we give her the extra suit, then." Murphy told them.
"We don't have another suit." Bellamy snapped.
Murphy turned around to the traitor; Echo. "Yes, we do. Take if off now!" Murphy screamed.
Echo widened her eyes, her voice laced with disbelief. "I saved your life."
This has to be the end of Echo kom Azgedakru, Falo thought to herself. She didn't want Echo to survive with them inside that bunker, she wanted Echo to die for her crimes, to die for her betrayal. She wanted Echo to take off that suit and die instead of Emori.
"What were you gonna do if we didn't get attacked, huh?" Murphy hissed. "I mean, you guys seriously think she was following us out of the kindness of her own heart? No, she was gonna attack us the second we stopped. Give me the suit!" Murphy lunged at the Azgedian.
