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“Got greedy? They have been greedy from the beginning.” That’s why they had them here, to harvest them. They should have listened to Clarke. Hell, he had wanted to listen to her. Had she been wrong, they would at least not regret it now, but now they had to, because those people were out to kill them as it appeared. He should have insisted. They needed the outside help more than anything right now. And the two of them needed a way out. He could try to manipulate the cages structure, but the problem was he had no tools to do so. The only thing he knew to do was trying to open the lock, but there was a problem in that as well.

“Do you have a hairpin?” He asked her. He naturally didn’t have one, as he never needed one for his hair, but her hair was longer, he imagined she sometimes had to tame them with pins. If only she had one, he could improvise a tool and maybe get them out of the cages. Then they would have to find a way out. Monty doubted they could get back to the others safely. They needed to get out and then, if they wanted to help the two of them would have to join the others and help from the outside.

@harper

Monty loved working on the Outpost. He had volunteered countless times, needing to get away from Camp Jaha as often as possible. He had his personal mission of being there for Bellamy, a mission that had been given to him to a certain extent, but he also understood how someone had to walk away. He used turning Mecha Station into a running Outpost as the perfect excuse to get out for a few days. Monty was just unpacking things on his bunk again, when he heard someone come in. On the way to former Mecha Station, Monty had kept to himself, once more collecting plants, if he saw some useful ones, intending to examine them in his free time. Now he really had time to take stock of who was there. As he turned, he saw Raven. They were probably the two youngest ones, so they had to stay together in this quarters, not that he minded.

“Hey Raven.” He greeted, trying to sound as casual as possible, despite wanting to blend in with the wall. He wasn’t dealing with everything very well, but he could pretend. “How are you? I didn’t notice you on the walk here.” To be fair he didn’t notice anyone but plants, so to get his attention one had to have been green. Monty started placing the plants to the window – the reason why he wanted those quarters. “Have they briefed you on what we need to do this time?”

“Drilling?” Montys mind immediately went practical. What could that mean. What did they want from her or from them? He was there, too. They all were there, so obviously prisoners. Had they listened to Clarke, things might look different now, though nothing could say if it would be better. He just wished he had heeded her warning a little earlier, then again he had listened to it earlier than others. Now, drilling. Drilling could mean they wanted… Just as his mind went there, Harper told him. Bone Marrow. He would have guessed it had something to do with the bone, but not what exactly, that was not his speciality. Bone Marrow, though. They wanted their bone marrow, this could mean anything.

Or not anything. He knew, from his parents, that this could cure something and they had used Jaspers blood. If he was not completely stupid Bone marrow and blood were related. Now, with the amount of cages and Harpers assumption… he knew one transfusion could be survived, he knew that was a way to heal things on the ark, his parents pharmaceuticals helping with keeping the patients healthy and the immune system in check. That meant… with all of them.

“They could treat half of the mountain...” If he assumed three extractions were possible, but with her thinking they wouldn’t survive. “Oh the entire mountain. We’re screwed.”

@harper

Packing felt weird for Monty. He understood he had to take tools, but he actually packed spare clothes. He hadn’t even had spare clothes in the last months, now he packed them. In the past week or so, he began to understand Clarkes desire to leave. He only left for two days, though. But he was looking forward to not having to see Jasper for a while. It also meant not seeing Bellamy, which he kind of regretted. Bellamy took it the hardest, Monty though, but sometimes people had to focus on themselves. Bellamy should and for those two weeks, Monty wanted to escape his guilt and the pain of having lost the one person who used to be closest to him. He would take this breather. For some reason he had the feeling, that Bellamy would understand. He wanted to be there for him, but right now he needed that, before he went absolutely crazy. Before he slapped him, if he was honest.

Jasper mourned this girl for so long now, while he dismissed the needs of others, like Bellamy, openly hating him. He wanted to slap Jasper for that, because Bellamy, Clarke and Octavia risked their damn lives for them, but for Jasper it wasn’t enough, while Monty wished he could take the pain away from them, like he could take it from himself. They didn’t deserve it. Granted Maya didn’t deserve death either, but hating the Blakes would not bring her back. Nothing could. Monty however needed a way out. He moved from his packed bag to the herbs he kept in his tent, starting to carefully write names and what they did on the pots.

“My point is, that if you want the work to be done as quickly as possible, give them a reason to do it, other than physical pain. That only gets you their hatred, but not the job done.” He had his fair share of experience working alongside scared guards in their hierarchy, when he had the chance to just work and know he would be allowed to fix mistakes and better himself, in case of mistakes. It made him more productive and made the entire team able to optimize their productiveness. This here was not optimizing anything but mimicking the feeing the most oppressed of them had and as far as Monty could tell those who were oppressed might just be the oppressors here on earth.

“Rain water tank. To minimize the need to go down to the river where we might get shot by grounders.” It had logic, of course, they had spoken about it beforehand, had to do so. It would not be the only one he would make. Water was essential for all of them. They just needed it, more than anything else. And most of it was found outside the walls they were pulling up. Catching rainwater would naturally fix that and keep them alive even if they could not go out. They might survive a potential siege, if the Grounders were that type of people. Monty shook his head as Murphy went back to bullying the people. He had to bite back a comment about how he should rather call him Jaha junior and not Wells, because he seemed to be very intend on keeping those … pretend rules alive.

“Who says he’s unguarded?” Monty pointed out. “I’m not the only friend he has. People are protecting him, not that you really worried about his well being of course. He’s not alone. I wouldn’t have left him alone. Need for the tank or not.”

@murphy

“A lot of other kids were not so lucky. Your sister was lucky as well.” She got hidden most of her life. She had a loving family that much was clear, until she got discovered. But in the end, she could live and be loved and was that not all that mattered in life? At least that was what he learned with his family. He might had the typical teenager priority – being only barely 16 – but he knew, in the end, with his family, he could have survived anything. And he was one of the very lucky ones who would never doubt his parents devotion for him. They fought for him, for his life, for his survival, they wanted him, him and no other baby, just him. And now they were gone, dead like so many other people.

“We will, eventually.” Maybe he should hang around Bellamy more often. His best friend hated him and out of all the people, Bellamy was the only one in this camp who understood what happened in this room, why and how they made the hard decision – and Monty blamed it on himself, too. He had enabled it, but he hadn’t stopped them. He could have stopped them, but hadn’t, because he knew it was the only way. It was the only way to save them all, it had to be done, it didn’t feel any better, though.

“I know she was. She’s a great person, Bellamy. She’ll want to help all of us.” This was just Octavia. She used to chase butterflies and flowers. She became a warrior apparently, but the gentle caring heart in her remained. She would want to help all of them. Then another idea came to him. “Bellamy… the remaining delinquents, some of them have no family anymore. Nobody will represent them. We need to organize ourselves again, within this camp.”

Bellamy Blake