"Excuse me, sir." Commander Shumway said to Kane as he walked through the corridor. "You asked to be notified if there was news." He said to which Kane nodded, his expression as serious as usual. "The Chancellor is still in surgery, but we have identified the shooter." Shumway said. He pulled up his tablet and showed the picture on it. The information of the kid by the side of his photo. His station number was B-17, his work designation was sanitation. Food water rotation level 7, meaning food is restricted to 2 portions per day. Water is restricted to 2 oz per day. Supplies are to be approaching bed by the station leader and are not to exceed the station maximum. His blood type is AB Negative and his vaccination record is up to date. It also states his family history, station both his mother and father as deceased.
"Bellamy Blake is the only person on the Ark unaccounted for." Shumway said. "Who is he?" Marcus Kane asked as he looked at the photo. "He's no one, a janitor. We're still working up a profile, but his motive for going to earth is clear." He said as he looked down at the tablet and swiped across the screen. Octavia's image popped up next to Bellamy. Her information much more vague. Prisoner number 167 and she was assigned to Cellblock B. "Sister. I remember." Kane said, almost a small smile forming on his face. "Her mother kept her hidden for almost 16 years, nearly a record." He said. He turned to look at Shumway and frowned seeing his blank but almost concerned look. "What is it? Commander Shumway? Spit it out." Kane said.
"We could start now." Shumway whispered to him. "As Chancellor pro tempore, you can give the order to start reducing the population." Shumway said, quickly looking around to make sure no one could hear him. Kane looked down for a moment before looking back up, a slow breath leaving him as he knew he could do that. "Not yet." He said before looking back down. "Sir, we're wasting time." Shumway said leaning into Kane to whisper. "Removing the 100 from the population only buys us another month. Engineering needs more than that to fix those systems if they can fix them at all." Shumway said. Kane quickly cut him off as he looked back up at him. "You have my answer, Commander. Enough." Kane said seriously.
"If we're gonna kill hundreds of innocent people, we're gonna do it by the book, is that clear?" Kane asked to which he received a nod from Shumway. "In the meantime, I want to know who helped this janitor get on that drop ship. Because he sure as hell didn't do it by himself." He inhaled loudly.
"Seems we have a traitor in our midst, commander, and the 100 have an assassin in theirs."
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Wells back at the Drop Ship was helping as much as he could. Though his ankle still hurt he'd managed to grab a few sticks that would help for a fire. "Find any water yet?" Wells heard a voice ask and he sighed as he stood up. "No, not yet, but..." He trailed off seeing who had asked him, the kid who'd pushed him around earlier. John Murphy. "I'm going back out if you want to come." Wells continued on, he saw Murphy looking at something on the side of the Drop Ship and he turned to see something scratched into the side.
FIRST SON
FIRST TO DYE.
Wells wasn't amused and he clenched his jaw slightly as he turned to look at Murphy and his mate behind him who were chuckling. Murphy had his knife out on his hand now and his face fell after a moment as he looked at Wells. "You know, my father, he begged for mercy in the airlock chamber when your father floated him." He said, anger raging behind his eyes. Wells sighed and he threw one of the sticks on the ground and he walked up to them, only briefly stopping beside Murphy. "You spelled Die wrong, geniuses." He muttered before walking off again, his shoulder barging into Murphy's as he passed.
Murphy smirked some but let the kid go, only briefly seeing Bellamy walking towards them. "If you're gonna kill someone, it's probably best not to announce it." Bellamy said to Murphy. Murphy chuckled after a moment and he hung his head. "You're not really a member of the Guard, are you?" Murphy said. Bellamy didn't have anything to hide. "No. The real guard will be here soon unless we stop it." He replied, looking between Murphy and his friend. "You don't actually think they're gonna forgive your crimes?" He asked, seeing the two boys silent he let out a short amused chuckle. "Even if they do, then what?" Bellamy asked. "Guys like us, we're gonna become model citizens now, her jobs, if we're lucky maybe pick up their trash?" He asked.
"You got a point?" Murphy's friend asked sternly. "No. I got a question." Bellamy replied to him, his voice firmer now, not joking around. "They locked you up, dumped you down here like lab rats to die. So why are you helping them?" He asked. "The hell we are." The kid replied back, Murphy's attention now also on Bellamy wondering where he was going with this. "You're wearing those bracelets, aren't you?" He asked bluntly. "Right now, those things are telling them whether or not it's safe to follow us down." He started, Murphy nodding to himself as he understood what Bellamy was getting at. "Okay, you said we could stop it. How?" He asked.
Bellamy smiled for a brief moment as he looked to Murphy. "Take them off." He said. "The Ark will think you're dead. That it's not safe to follow. You follow?" He said to Murphy with a nod who smiled back at him. "Right, and if we do, I mean, what's in it for us?" Murphy asked Bellamy.
"Someone's gotta help me run things." Bellamy said with a smirk before he walked off.