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Everest Wright was a simple girl. She liked simple things. But living in space meant hardly ever getting simple.
And when you're in a cell about to be u...
"So what the hell's our plan?" Echo questioned after the fight calmed down.
"The plan is to get my daughter away from these people. I'll rip every last one of their heads off if I need to," Everest replied, her mouth still covered in now dried blood, her shirt stained with it. She knew it would only get bloodier from here so she didn't bother cleaning herself up.
Murphy didn't mind at all. He thought she looked hotter than ever when she was angry and covered in blood. Was that wrong? Probably.
He watched the girl with intent. He wasn't sure what exactly she had in mind as far as a plan went. Little did he know Everest hadn't a clue either. She was filled with rage.
But everyone knew...an angry Everest was more useful than a sad Everest.
"Should we rush 'em? If they're surprised we might have the opportunity to get Morana out of here," Emori suggested with a brief shrug, her voice hushed to avoid suspicion.
"No. Even if we get Morana out the prisoners will get someone and kill them. There's no guarantee we all make it out," Everest pointed out.
"What if we-"
Raven's words were cut off by the loud scream of a woman from inside the camp. The group stood on high alert, wondering what could possibly be happening outside.
"It burns! Make it stop!" the woman called out, still screaming.
After a few moments her screaming stopped, but then another began shouting for help. This time a man.
Everest strongly believed Clarke, Bellamy, and the others had came to their rescue.
That wasn't the case.
The guards that watched over the room the group was in quickly rushed outside to see what the commotion was about.
"Now?" Murphy spoke up, turning to Everest for her approval.
"Now." She nodded.
The group stood up cautiously, waiting a moment to see if the guards would come back.
When there was no sign of reentry they moved out, carefully and quietly opening the door to maneuver their way out. Echo first, Everest last.
