Fair Game ↬ Bellamy Blake [1]

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twenty three - You're Fight Is Over

The brunette gasp into a weak smile as Brandi and Octavia stand only a few feet apart.

''Awe. Lincoln finally converted you'' She greets sarcastically once noticing the heavy clothing covering her body and the dry black design across her eyelids.

She lets out a soft chuckle ''God, I missed you're sarcastic ass.''

The two gulf each other into an embrace Brandi's never felt or done before. But it felt nice, knowing she had others who had missed her.

As the two pull apart, Brandi looks back at Clarke who was already looking at her with a small smile.

Brandi mirrors her smile and nods, messaging that she's been missed as well as Octavia.

''Where's you're army?'' Bellamy asks Clarke shortly after the reunion.

''Gone. Just like yours.''

Bellamy looks away in defeat, contemplating on they're next step that needs to be desperately pushed forward.

''Say you have a plan?''

''Not really. But we need to talk to Dante'' Clarke nods at this. ''Maya says he's in quarantine.''

Jasper and Monty run up to Clark, engulfing her into a group hug.

Brandi giggles at how oddly it looked but admired it any other way.

That was probably the start of this entire mission. To get them and they're people back home and with Clarke.

A beeping noise that came from Maya's hazmat suit turned lots of heads.

Jasper detaches himself from the hug to go behind Maya's figure, inspecting the contraption that still had Maya breathing.

''Thirty minutes'' He stands up while shaking his head. ''We just changed it, that can't be right.''

He turns back to the group extremely worried. ''This is her last tank.''

''Okay, we'll find you another one'' Clarke says, as if it was as simple as it sounded. But it wasn't.

''We can't. The rest of the supplemental oxygen is on level five which is highly restricted after what we did'' Brandi informs.

''Then we'll take the trash chute again, it'll work'' Jasper quickly concludes but every plan seems to have a flaw.

''To get in, maybe. But Brandi's right, every soldier in this mountain is there'' Bellamy intervenes. ''We'll never make it out.''

''We can do this. We'll split up.''

Brandi and Bellamy stood on the sidelines, very doubtful of this plan.

''Okay, you guys go for Dante. We'll help Maya.''

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The group of four enter the neatly white room that was bombarded with frames of handmade art, created by Dante Wallace himself.

He stands from his bed while whispering ''Hello, Clarke.''

''Sir, we need you're help again'' Bellamy informs.

''I took out the camera from the junction box in the hall. We can talk freely'' Monty includes in case he feels any cautions.

''No one's watching anyway. Thanks to you, they're all on level five.''

Brandi tilts her head. ''You're not.''