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     "We can't do what's needed to defend this camp if every order I give is leaked before it can be executed. It's an old saying, but it's true: the walls have ears. But we can't afford any more assumptions about who's a friend and who isn't. Not your oldest acquaintance. Not your husband, wife, or lover. You got that, Bellamy?" 

     Kane, Miller, Harper, and Maggie all gathered around the table, on-nerve. Pike and some of his followers were having a meeting to regroup, following the events of the night prior. He knew it before, but the results of their attempt to seize the village only confirmed one thing for him: there were traitors that he wanted to identify. 

    Maggie wanted to kill him so bad, but she knew that successfully doing so would require patience, and a well thought-out plan.

     "We're fighting two wars now," Pike continued, "And the more dangerous one is here, inside this camp. We can't prove it yet. But Kane and his accomplices passed information to Octavia. I know none of you signed up to investigate your neighbors, but Monroe and Lacroix died because the traitors in this camp sold them out to the Grounders. Whoever did that will be hunted down and exposed for what they did to their own, and what they did to us. Now you get whatever resources, whatever personnel you need to make that happen. Dismissed." Miller flicked off the switch forcefully, teeth gritted. 

     "If they're going to play that game, we need to play it too," Kane advised, unwavering. 

     "Meaning?"

     Rising from his seat, he exhaled loudly, "We don't meet here again, for starters. We change our  patterns. Forget our habits. Take a different route through camp each time we go out. Assume that there are eyes on us at all times."

     Harper glowered at the strict protocol, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Or, we could just shock-lash Pike's fascist ass and hand him to the Grounders."

     "That's a plan I could get behind," Maggie nodded, slamming her fists on the table and highlighting her usual determination, "But right now, that'd be a death sentence."

     "That would be murder Harper," Kane placed a fatherly hand on the girl's shoulder, "Not to mention, treason. And that's not who we are."

     Miller, being the only one still seated and in deep thought, murmured, "Maybe it's who we need to be." 

     With all of the teenagers having a similar consensus, it seemed as though Kane almost considered it, trying to think of a plausible way to pull it off victoriously. "Not yet."

      Rubbing his face, Nate shook his head, "All right, then— what's the plan?"

———

     After listening in on yet another meeting, the group was able to gather more decisive information on what Pike's next course of actions were. Kane might not have established a solid plan earlier on in the day, but he had now. 

     Kane was a sheer genius, as far as Maggie was concerned. The plan was a little out of character for him, if you were to ask her, but genius, regardless. 

     Firstly, Sinclair and Magnolia came into play. Pike had set intentions of utilizing Rover 1 for his attack on the twelve clans surrounding Arkadia, and Kane was able to get Sinclair in on it, to appear as though he was repairing it. 

      But him doing work on the Rover, in the open? The mess hall contained many guards at all times, all of which were instructed to make any unusual occurrences known to Pike. Easy to catch, right?

     Wrong.

     Sinclair getting caught was only the first part of action. 

     Whoever went up to him would undoubtedly ask for a work order, and he'd claim he received it from Sergeant Gray. Sergeant Gray— the one who is most notably known to be against Pike's faction. When guards would come to take Jacapo Sinclair away, she'd step in, fighting back and earning herself a spot in lockup. 

     The next plan was to start a riot in lockup, with Lincoln, Maggie, Sinclair, the Grounders, and all of the guards. It was all a distraction to buy time, for the golden ticket— Kane. 

      Perhaps Harper's suggestion had influenced the man, for he had acquired a shock baton and was not afraid to use it on the Chancellor. All he needed to do was get him past the front gate, past the boundary that the Commander had set a kill order for. 

     There was only one possible issue she could see with the plan that would cause it to fall through: Kane not being able to pass the front gate, whatever the cause might be. Perhaps that was the reason why Maggie volunteered to fight the guards— she knew if she could be involved in the riot, it was her best chance at taking up time. Miller and Harper were only serving as look out, so it was an easy decision on her part. 

     Not only that, but the eighteen year old secretly hoped that Bellamy would be a prominent part in their plan. For, if that was the case, then maybe his personal feelings would be a downfall.

      So, a few hours later, their plan was set in motion. 

     Maggie sat beside Kane confidently; she genuinely felt as though it'd all work out in their favor. 

      "You know, I'll admit," the older man spoke to the girl he practically deemed as his own daughter, "I was nervous you were going to side with Pike. Thank you."

      Her lips pressed together at his statement, "You don't need to thank me for doing the right thing. It's not like it's a big sacrifice for me, or anything."

      Kane's brown eyes softened at that remark, looking at her in a fatherly manner, despite the fact that he had never had a biological child of his own. "Hopefully it's your last time making any sacrifice. You've given more than anyone else here."

      "Something tells me it's not my last," Maggie honestly blurted, eyeing the large space, along with all of the guards fortifying it as if it were a prison, "But I'm okay with that. I came to terms with it a long time ago."

     He swallowed thickly at that; in the matter of the last two years, Magnolia Gray had changed beyond belief, and he was proud of her. "I'm so proud of who you've become, kid."

     She couldn't deny it; the compliment made her heart warm. Never receiving that sort of appreciation from her parents or anything like that, hearing it now was nice, to put it simply. "That means a lot, especially after—"

     "Wait, look," Kane interrupted her, snapping his head to look about twenty feet away, where Sinclair's theatrics were jumpstarting their plan. Not only was Sinclair down there, but Bellamy marching towards him also came into view. Adjusting the earpiece in his ear, Kane let out in just above a whisper, "Bellamy's coming over to you now."

     "Sinclair. What're you up to?" the Blake inquired, almost instantly taking notice of Kane and Maggie stationed not too far away. The older of the two resorted to reading a book so he wouldn't seem the least bit suspicious, but the girl couldn't help but meet eyes with him for a brief second. 

      Their conversation following was a little too quiet for the girl to hear, but the next thing she could distinguish came out of Bellamy's mouth. "You got a work order for that?"

     Bingo.

     "Yeah— Sergeant Gray administered it to me. I think it's on my desk," he began to stand up, and evidently, Sinclair mentioning his girlfriend had Bellamy puzzled. So much so, to the point where Bellamy glanced back at her yet again— he knew there was no work order on the Rover, so why had Maggie's name been thrown into the mix? It was all a lie. 

     Sure enough, Bellamy pulled the walkie from his waist band, and at the sound of the static, Sinclair took it as the time to make his staged "escape." Based on Bellamy's demeanor, it seemed as though he wasn't going to do anything with Maggie, but after she stood up from her seat to attack one of the guards, he didn't have much of a choice. 

     Most people knew Maggie Gray was a fighter. So yes, she did throw a good few punches, making actual contact, but once multiple came over to assist with the casualty, she decided to give up. It was all part of the plan, anyway. 

     Two guards looped their arms around the young girl, dragging her down the ramp and next to Sinclair. If it was any other scenario, she'd curse them out for even touching her, but since it was all an act in her mind, she couldn't really give two shits. Only then did her eyes meet Bellamy's for more than a second, and she searched within them to come to any conclusion of what he'd say.

     "There is no work order and there is nothing wrong with the Rover. Sergeant Gray had no affiliation with a work order; are you suggesting she has affiliation with something else we should know about?" Bellamy spoke expressionless, and the way he worded it made the girl's face sour. Then, he turned to the girl he loved more than anything, the one he would be so vulnerable with in private. Maggie was glad she could read him; she knew that he couldn't just ignore her altercation with the guards; it'd make him seem biased. "You have anything to say for yourself?"

     As opposed to speaking her mind the way she'd prefer to, her head only cocked sideways, as if to challenge him. Her lips remained sealed, awaiting Bellamy's next words. 

     "Sinclair. You're under arrest. Charge is treason," his eyebrows drew together, and Magnolia found silent amusement in Sinclair's act— it was good. Bellamy turned to the brunette, "And so are you."

     With that, the two were taken away: step one, complete. 

———

     It came as a shock to Maggie that she hadn't been brought in for questioning at the start. Sinclair went straight there as opposed to lockup, and the girl mentally pondered over the idea of whether or not she'd be next. 

     Lincoln had sprung up from his seated position at the sight of Maggie being carelessly thrown in there. He was aware of a potential plan, but yet another one of the girl's purposes for being put behind bars was so she could fill him in on the minor details. Naturally, he had been all for it. 

     If everything went strictly according to plan, a few hours after Sinclair made his return, they'd put the final steps in action. Patience was a virtue at a time like that, and Maggie was used to the waiting game. Waiting for years to be floated, waiting for optimal chances in Mount Weather, or waiting for their plan to pull through— it all was the same. 

     So that's what they did. 

     They waited for a while behind those bars. Bellamy had even passed by a few times, but Maggie noticed how he made a strong effort to not look her way— she knew it'd upset him. If they wanted Sinclair and Lincoln dead, it'd be no secret that Maggie would be close behind, and he couldn't bare to even consider that as an outcome. It was impossible. Not when Maggie Gray had lived and endured so much— she was going to lose her life in a pathetic attempt to take down the elected chancellor? 

     It didn't sit right with him. Nor would he let it happen.

     So, he didn't know if he felt relief, or even more anxiety when Sinclair had claimed he was ready to talk. As the man stood right by the door, Maggie sat towards the back corner, hugging her knees as her face remained neutral. "You have something to say?" he interrogated, more so-as a question than a statement. 

     "What do you wanna know?" Sinclair queried, seriously. 

     "Everything."

     The engineer prefaced by claiming his terms to giving up information, including that he wanted immunity and defending his importance in Arkadia.

     "That's up to Pike, but it shouldn't be a problem," Bellamy contemplated for a second before claiming, "What have you got?"

     As the next step in their brigade, Lincoln slowly rose from his spot of helping one of his people, stalking towards Sinclair. "So— the cowards make their deals to save their own skin."

     "Quiet," the Blake commanded.

     Nevertheless, the Grounder persisted, "Can't defeat the army at the gate, so you turn on your own? Make you feel strong?"

     Maggie listened closely as Bellamy grew to be increasingly worked up over it, "I said— be quiet."

     "I'm not the one who needs to be silenced," a beat of nothingness, before Lincoln bothered him again, "He'll tell them nothing." 

     And— action. Lincoln began to throw punch after punch, pretending to send them hard into his skull as he had the man pinned to the ground. Little did they know, the hits were going into Sinclair's arms that happened to be shielding his face. 

     Bellamy, as well as many other guards, began to flood in, with the purpose of separating the brawl that had started. Hearing the concise buzz was the signal: head for the door. 

     Maggie was the first to do so, and Lincoln let out the key phrase everyone had settled upon. From there, hell ensued. 

     Using all of her might, Maggie took it upon herself to run directly into one of the younger guards that she knew; he had been fairly new, and the girl even assisted in his combat training a month or two ago. She could take him— piece of cake. 

     His head hitting the metal wall with a deep thud, Magnolia took the extra second to send a right hook to the young guard's nose, causing his eyes to water involuntarily. He groaned and grabbed the bridge of his nose for a quick moment, before attempting to throw a sharp jab back at her. However, expecting it coming, Gray promptly ducked.

     Kneeing his abdomen, the girl let out a fake chuckle as she took a quick breather, "Fighting style seems familiar." 

     For the record, it was blatantly obvious that he had been trained in that department by Maggie Gray.

     Eyes darting to the rest of the commotion, she spun around herself, assisting Sinclair with another guard that he was grappling. Sucking in a breath, she sent her foot into the posterior side of his knee, causing it to buckle and a groan to leave the man's mouth. 

     As everyone around her seemed preoccupied, her eyes travelled a few feet away, where her boyfriend stood still for a moment. She almost pondered why, until she heard a voice over the radio that was distinguishable: Monty. 

     "Bellamy! The riot's a distraction. Kane's going after Pike."

     Muttering to herself, Magnolia wasted no time in springing into action; they were so unbelievably close to it being over, and she couldn't let that slip out of their fingers. That's what led her to attempt to spring an attack onto Bellamy, but unfortunately, his eyes caught hers just a second too soon.

     Just as the Gray girl was about to send a harsh kick into his side, he forcefully shoved the girl into the metal gate. Not expecting it whatsoever, her head hit the wiring as she cursed at the action. His dark eyes sent a harsh glare back at her for a millisecond, but he didn't waste any more time. The Blake ran off, seemingly remorseless. What the fuck?

     "Dick!" she shouted sternly, the severity of his newfound knowledge seeping into her skull. A rifle laying on the floor as the fight continued, she didn't even hesitate in grabbing it and heading on her way. Dodging and weaving around everyone, she chased after the boy as fast as humanely possible, but he had a decent amount of time on her. Some Arkadians appeared to have no clue as to what was going on, but they were sure to get out of the girl's way. 

     Soon, she felt the sun beating down on her, and Maggie could see the final step of their plan in action. The Rover was on its way to the main gate. However, her eyes widened at the sight actually displayed in front of her: the vehicle was stopped. That's when she caught gaze of Bellamy and the other guards, all surrounding and blocking the way out. Unless Kane stepped on the gas and committed to running them all over, there was nothing else he could do. 

     Their plan was about to be a bust, and Maggie knew she needed to take the last possible course of action she could think of. One thing the teenager was not was a quitter, and she felt an obligation to proving herself. Getting close to the Rover, she grabbed the handle to the back door, flinging it open to reveal a tied-up Pike. Stolen rifle in hand, the chancellor had absolutely zero emotion cast across his face, which she found oddly concerning. "Do it," he challenged, to which she rose her weapon without fault. 

     Approximately a second away from pulling the trigger, an initially unfamiliar coolness made contact with her skin. In her peripherals, an older guard stood strongly, and that's when she realized that the object she felt against her head was the muzzle of a gun. 

     "Drop the weapon, Gray," he ordered, but Maggie remained still, unwavering. All of her senses felt fuzzy— Pike was right there, centimeters away from her, and there was a gun in her hand. She could end it, then and there, but she knew the cost. Why couldn't she bring herself to do it right away?

     A more familiar voice actually registering in her ears, she snapped back into real time. Everyone surrounded her, guns ready to fire, and she took notice of Kane being put into a set of handcuffs a few yards to her left. "Maggie—" his voice sounded clear as day to her, "Put the gun down."

     With the slightest quiver of the mouth, her hands trembled as she slowly removed the strap from over her shoulder, placing the rifle at her feet. The last thing the girl wanted to do was seem weak, so she hardened her gaze and held her hands up innocently. 

     After doing so, the gun was lowered from her temple, and she then felt the metal of handcuffs being placed around her wrists. Before she knew it, Maggie was being taken away, right alongside Kane. 

     And for some odd reason, she couldn't even find it in herself to look at Bellamy. 

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