Harley was, as usual, the only one in the group not armed with a firearm. That is, besides Murphy, whose wrists were still bound. Bellamy, who was in the lead with Murphy, knew it was useless to arm the young girl who was wounded in battle when she had the chance to save her life. Instead, he let her hold the small knife that would do nothing against a bloodthirsty warrior twice her size if they ran into one. Eventually, Harley had to let go of Clover's hand after swinging it, so the gunner could stay on guard and remain focused when they heard as much as a branch snapping.

"Alright, Murphy," Bellamy spoke up, pausing his stride to look over his shoulder and narrow his eyes at the one he was directing his question to. "Where to now?"

Sniffling in irritation, Murphy lifted his hands in a sarcastic gesture. "I say we lose these first, alright?" He offered.

"No," Bellamy retorted immediately.

"If we get attacked out here, I have nothing to defend myself with," Murphy shot back. The point had made Harley take a quick scan around with her head, knowing that if they were bombarded, Murphy and her would be the first to go down.

When Bellamy showed how much he didn't care by aggressively stating so, Harley felt a switch in her go off. He was so uncaring for the wellbeing of Murphy, who may have made wrong choices, but had no right by acting so innocent himself. She clenched her jaw, attempting to look somewhat brave as her eyes met their leaders, as she paced forward in a few steps and nudged her way past Finn. Before Bellamy could speak, Harley cut the restraints holding Murphy's wrists with the sharp blade of her knife.

Murphy was relieved that at least someone cared for his welfare as he stared down at his red wrists before tilting his head forward again to stare at Harley. She returned the soft look, the corner of her mouth even tilting upwards into a smile. "Hey," Bellamy protested, angry by her action. "What the hell are you doing?"

Before Harley could reply with the obvious, Finn had rolled his eyes and stormed forward. Bellamy had followed him, and although Harley couldn't hear from where her feet were planted, she knew he was having an issue with Harley letting Murphy free.

As the group moved forward, Harley watched with a smile as Murphy was back to his confident and cocky self as he walked beside Bellamy for a minute. "So do I get a gun now?" Annoyed, Bellamy grabbed Murphy's shoulder and roughly shoved him forward. She could see that he was mildly upset with Murphy no longer being bound. She did care about Bellamy being upset, a lot even though she shouldn't, but she cared much more more for Murphy. Harley wasn't sure if anyone did besides her.

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Breathing out slowly from the aching in her feet, Harley practically trudged through the dirt and pushed aside leaves in her trail. Usually, breaks were allowed, alike to the time that they were searching for Octavia, but this was more important. They were searching for more, at least fifty, if she remembered right. There was a lot of corpses outside of the dropship, where the flames hadn't reached, and who knows who burned up into dust. Counting them would make fifty-six delinquents left.

Thinking about her friends, dead and without being sent off with a good-bye, Harley's chin dropped downwards. These were people she made smile when they were locked up in the Sky Box together, even though they were going to be sent to their deaths. She never spoke to them about being floated, no matter how close to eighteen they were. Instead, Harley encouraged them with words of hope, talks about the beautiful space they floated in, and now, the people she had spent so long with were all dead. She couldn't believe that while she told everyone the grounders were just scared, the same people had killed them bloody.

Barely able to process the thoughts, Harley suddenly heard Murphy shout out in warning quietly as they neared some type of broken building. "Everybody down! Now!" He had jumped forward, pulling Bellamy downwards with him. Harley complied, feeling a tight grip on her arm from Clover, that had yanked her down.

Harley let out a small noise of surprise as she hit the ground, rather a bit painfully. The dirt dug into the palms of her hands that held her upright so she could see what everyone was looking at and what had startled Murphy. Around the falling apart ruins, grounders were wandering around, and she felt her breath hitch at the sight. None of them seemed to notice the delinquents, yet, that is.

"This is it," Murphy informed them in a mumble before looking at Bellamy. "Told you I'd find it."

Ignoring him, Bellamy lifted his gun and looked through the scope on top. Harley leaned forward, shifting until she was behind Murphy while brushing a few leaves out of her sight. "What do you see?" She whispered to Bellamy.

"Nothing but grounders," Bellamy answered. "Our people aren't here." Disappointed, Harley felt her shoulders slump.

However, Finn leaned over and quickly grabbed Sterling's gun. He lifted it as Bellamy had and peered through the scope, taking a look for himself before speaking up. "Wait a minute, they've got stuff from our dropship."

Perking back up, Harley felt a spark of hope at Finn's words. That start had to at least be something, whether good or bad. She chose to focus on the good. "Maybe they know where our friends are," she stated positively.

Murphy had chosen to focus on the bad. "Or maybe they killed them already."

Thinking back to her already deceased friends, Harley frowned and pinched his shoulder. Murphy flinched at the contact and looked over his shoulder to scowl at her. "Don't talk about them like that," she argued in a utter.

"Sh!" Finn hushed the arguing twins, suddenly sounding angry. "Bellamy. The guy with the one eye." Harley was slightly uneasy by the way he was shaking with rage from watching the grounder closely.

Complying to Finn's request, Bellamy had picked his gun up again and looked back through the scope. "What am I looking at?" He asked.

"Around his neck. He's got Clarke's watch," Finn hissed out. Bellamy stopped to look away, and stare at his friend that was practically radiating with heat from fury. "It was her father's."

Nodding, Bellamy agreed that the watch hanging around the grounder's neck was a problem for them. "She wouldn't give that up without a fight," he noted.

Determined, Finn refused to look away from the view. "Neither will we."

Approving this, Bellamy lowered his gun and began giving orders. "Okay, Finn, Clover, you're with me. Harley, you stay here with Monroe and Sterling." The others began nodding and preparing themselves by loading their guns and passing weapons around, but Harley remained still. "This thing goes south, take out the other grounders, but don't shoot the grounder with the watch," Bellamy continued seriously. He motioned with an outstretched hand to Clover, who passed him a handgun from her bag, that he held outwards into the direction of Harley.

"Me?" Harley questioned in disbelief. She assumed he meant by having her stay there was so she wouldn't be in the way of whatever he was planning. "I don't use guns." And she wasn't about to shoot down a bunch of grounders.

"Keep it warm then," Bellamy suddenly snapped. By his aggravated tone, Harley was sensing that he was tired of her peace talk, and it made her tense up. She didn't even like the feeling of a weight of a gun in her hand, or even a knife, but Bellamy forced it into her grip anyways. Harley loosened the grasp, holding it loosely instead and shaking her head in doubt. Bellamy couldn't force her to be a warrior, like he did with the other delinquents. "Copy?" He asked the other two.

Monroe nodded. "Copy," she repeated along with Sterling. "And what about Murphy?"

"Yeah, do I get a gun?" Murphy asked snidely. "You armed the harmless butterfly."

Exasperated, Bellamy narrowed his eyes at him. "Something like that," he retorted simply before roughly grabbing Murphy's shoulder and pulling him to his feet.

"Hold on, what are you doing with him?" Harley asked in a loud whisper, suddenly changing her mind about staying. "I want to come too."

"Stay here," Bellamy warned her before turning away and leading the others into the woods.

Instead, Harley chose to be much more stubborn. She watched them walk off for a minute, before rising to her feet. The gun was hanging by her side, grasped in her hand, as she followed them with her chin held up high. She hadn't cared if Bellamy didn't want her bugging them and ruining whatever plan he had. It involved Murphy. He couldn't have expected Harley to stay behind, especially if the roles were reversed, and it was Octavia.

When Harley approached the others, she could see in the distance that Murphy was knelt down and knocking two rocks together to make an echoing clicking sound. Harley opened her mouth, prepared to shout out, before she felt a hand being pressed over her mouth and a heavy body weight pushing her to the ground. Her eyes widened in fear and she clawed at the arm over her shoulder, until a voice whispered in her ear. "It's just me, Peach Pit. Be quiet." It was Clover, not a grounder, and Harley breathed in relief as Clover removed her hand.

If Harley wasn't so worried watching the trap scene unfold with Murphy, she would have noticed that Clover was practically sprawled on her back to keep her quiet. She viewed intensely, forgetting about the gun that fell out of her hand when she was taken down. The grounder was approaching him, making her tense from the fear of him becoming caught, but Harley watched as he took cover behind the tree he was in front of before the grounder saw him.

As the grounder scanned the area, searching for the source of the sound, Bellamy slowly appeared from behind the tree Murphy had hid nearby. He gripped a long bar as a weapon in his hands, swinging it forward, and striking the grounder in the head, effectively knocking him out. Clover finally arose from Harley, allowing her to finally stumble closer as the others appeared from their hiding spots to lean over the grounder.

Finn ripped the watch off from around the grounder's neck, breathing heavily and keeping the barrel of his gun pointed to the man's chest in case he woke up. "I told you to stay behind with the others," Bellamy declared, craning his neck to peer over his shoulder and at Harley, cross that she could have ruined the plan.

"You didn't say you were using Murphy as bait," Harley said, sounding distressed. "He could have been hurt."

Huffing, Bellamy chose not to care once more and turned back to Finn. "We need to take him somewhere quiet." Harley knew she didn't have to ask why as Finn informed them that he knew just the place.