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TAYLOR FLYNN WAS a cautious person. She never took risks unless she knew that it would end up working out in the end. But when it came to certain people, she threw caution to the wind and did things that she would never see herself doing otherwise.
It was a day that started like all of the others, but soon enough it had become something much more. She sat at a small table in her home with her mother. Her father had been gone for almost a year now, all for helping a family that was hiding more than just one child. A frantic knocking at the door pulled them out of conversation. Taylor told her mother that she would get it and Elara nodded, telling her daughter that she needed to check on something anyway.
The area soon became quiet, her footsteps and the sound of her opening the door echoing through the almost empty space. Her brows furrowed when she saw a familiar face looking back at her with a tense, nervous demeanor.
"Hey, what's — " He stepped into the flat quickly, his anxious attitude becoming even more visible to her. She became even more confused when she saw what he was wearing. A guard's uniform? He wasn't a guard, at least not anymore. "Why are you wearing that? Bellamy, is everything okay?"
He had been extremely focused on the floor until she had spoken a second time. Bellamy's gaze snapped up to her and he finally looked at her with a straight face. "They're sending them to the ground, Taylor," he finally said, leaving her with even more questions. "The prisoners."
She looked behind her to make sure that her mother wasn't still there. "Why? Is Octavia...?" He answered her second question with a nod.
"All of them," he rushed out. "And I have a way to go with them. Both of us."
She looked down for a moment, not exactly knowing what to do. What if it was just an execution and they all ended up dying? What reasons could the council have for this? She knew that Bellamy wasn't going to stay on the Ark. He wouldn't leave Octavia. And Taylor wasn't going to leave either of them, despite how scared she was.
"Taylor? Who's at the door?" Elara called out from the other room.
"Uh, no one! It's just Bellamy stopping by!" she called back. She faced him again and lowered her voice. "How soon?"
"We need to leave right now," he answered, trying to urge her to come with him more quickly. Taylor nodded and walked over to the small counter. She grabbed a ripped scrap piece of paper and a worn, tattered pen. Quickly scribbling out a note to her mother, she set it on the table that they had been sitting at and met Bellamy back at the open door.
"What was that?" he questioned.
"Just a quick note," she explained. Bellamy looked at her almost disapprovingly. She suspected that it was because this mission to the ground was supposed to be covert. Taylor herself had no knowledge of it until just minutes before. "It was only what she needed to know. I won't let her think I just left without a reason."
