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The trading post is a shabby little building just outside the Ice Nation border. The door is settled between two large tusks, old, wooden, and wide open. Something inside clatters to the ground, followed by a few grunts and a gruff voice grumbling something that Grace can't decipher.
She doesn't speak as she stalks up to the open door, gun drawn. Inside is a man clothed in brown leather. His short hair is caked with sweat and dirt, his muscular shape barely noticeable under the bulk of fabric surrounding him. He's hovering over a woman with fair hair, who's stretched out on the floor in front him, bleeding, whimpering, trying to get away.
He presses a blade against the skin of her wrist. "Ai na as nodotaim noumou... Weron--"
Grace doesn't hesitate. She lifts up her weapon and pulls the trigger, planting a bullet in the mans skull. He slumps to the ground with a heavy thud. The woman doesn't spare any time, springing up to her feet, palms open in front of her to show that she is not a threat. Her dark green eyes fall heavily on the M16's clutched in Skaikru's hands.
"Are you okay?" Bellamy steps out from behind Grace, one hand held out to the woman cowering away from them. She doesn't respond, too frightened to speak. "You all right?" he asks again.
It takes her a moment, but she nods curtly at Bellamy. Grace, frowning in concern of the wound across the blondes forehead, takes a tiny step toward the woman. Watching as she backs away, Grace quickly says, "Ai nou na bash yo op."
The woman doesn't respond, eyes still flickering back and forth between the guns and the people holding them, but her eyes seem to stall on Indra for a moment longer. Grace doesn't blame her. If she were in a room full of Azgeda, she would trust the one Sky Person before anyone else.
"Bounty hunter," Indra assesses, dark eyes trailing over the mans body. She nods at Kane, then strides across the room with her sword drawn. She peers into the back for a moment, then turns to the woman when she deems it safe. She sends her an affirmative nod. "Yu hon yu in osir sisplei."
"English," Pike demands, weapon raised towards Indra and the other Grounder.
Grace clenches her jaw, glancing at Kane. With a subtle nod, he directs his attention to Pike. "Pike," he says calmly. "Go outside. Take Monty and Hannah. Search the perimeter. Make sure he was alone."
Glancing down at the dead Grounder for just a split second, Pike nods in acknowledgement to Kane's order. Grace sends Monty a look that says "Watch him", but doesn't say a word. Pike turns on his heel in complete silence, exiting the trading post with Monty and his mother behind him.
Indra turns her steely gaze to the woman, features seeming to soften as she tells her, "Osir ste lufa Wanheda au."
The woman looks at he man on the floor, gaze hardening. When she looks back at the three Skaikru members, she spits, "So was he."
