Y/n Murphy was the little sister to John Murphy. Well, technically they were twins, but she was a few minutes younger. She was the only person John cared about. No one else. Just her. Unlike her brother, Y/n was nicer, not an asshole. Though if you...
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After ordering people around when they knew they would be fighting back against the grounders, the three leaders found themselves in the dropship, explaining how the plan would go with Finn and Raven with them. The Reyes girl was sitting on a chair, small yet quiet pants leaving past her mouth as she listened to them explain their plan of attack when the grounders would get here.
"We've got twenty-five rifles with twenty rounds each, give or take. Roughly five-hundred rounds or ammo. While you two were gone, we made some improvements. Thanks to Raven, the gully is mined." Bellamy explains.
"Partially mined. Thanks to Murphy." Raven pants out.
Y/n sighs, trying to forget her brother for the moment. "Still, it's the main route in. If the grounders use it, we'll know." The Murphy girl grabs ahold of a grenade. "She also built grenades."
"We'll make them count." Y/n assures, looking at the blonde.
"If the grounders make it through the front gate, guns and grenades should force them back." Bellamy informs.
"And then?" Clarke asks.
"Then we close the door and pray." Raven replies.
"And pray what? That the ship keeps them out? Because it won't." Clarke denies.
"Then let's not let them gate through the gate." Bellamy states as he brings the walkie up to his lips. "All foxholes, listen up. Keep your eyes and ears open. Inflict casualties, as many as possible. You can hold them off long enough to make then turn back. That's the plan."
"That's always your plan, just like the bomb at the bridge." Finn bluntly reminds.
Bellamy nods. "Damn right. You got a better idea?"
Clarke shakes her head. "It can't be that simple." All eyes turn to her as she looks at Raven. "You said there's fuel in those rockets, right? Enough to build a hundred bombs."
"I also said we've got no gunpowder left." Raven recalls.
"I don't wanna build a bomb. I wanna blast off." Clarke tells her.
"Draw them in close. Fire the rockets. A ring of fire." Raven realizes.
"Barbecued grounders. I like it." Bellamy admits.
"Will it work?" Finn questions.
"The wiring's a mess down there, but yeah." Raven reassures, looking up at Clarke. "You give me enough time, I'll cook them real good."
