Chapter 5 - Twilight's Last Gleaming

                                    

                                          
Hazel eyes watch the dark, early morning sky. More specifically, they watch the pod that flies across the sky in a blaze of fire. The sound of it blasting through Earth's atmosphere roused some of the other delinquents, and a few of them emerge from their sleeping spots. The excited teens start to call out.
"They're coming help us!" "Now we can kick some grounder ass!" 
"Please tell me they brought down some shampoo," Roma, one of the girls from Bellamy's tent, complains and the redhead feels eyes on her.
Turning around to meet Bellamy's brown gaze a second before he spins around and marches towards his tent. Myles jogs after him, slipping into his tent behind him. The dark brown curls on his head sway as he looks to her in his haste to get dressed.
"It was heading to a valley not far down from here," Myles informs him as he yanks on his boots.
"No," Bellamy rebukes from his seat on his cot, "You're staying here."
"I've hunted there," the red haired girl insists. Bellamy stands and steps towards her, "I can get us there before the suns up."
The Blake brother reaches forward and grips the girls arm, "I'm not going for the supplies."
"I know that," hazel eyes roll and Myles bends over to pick up the mans shirt, "There'll be a radio in that pod."
Deep brown stare into hazel for a moment as the redhead holds his shirt out expectantly. Bellamy takes the shirt and slips it on over his head as he turns to collect whatever weapons he has strewn about. 
"You were stabbed tonight, you sure you're up for hiking around in the dark?"
"What I'm not up for is my father coming down," Myles states calmly, before ducking back out of the tent. "Hurry up."
Myles stands impatiently outside and the two near-naked girls, wrapped up in the cloth the Blake brother was using for a blanket, slip back inside the mans tent. They side-eye the redhead as they go but the girl is so on edge and antsy it's barely even registers. Bellamy is out a few seconds later and Jones approaches them as they march hurriedly across camp.
"Bellamy, Myles! Come here," hazel meets the man's deep brown as they follow the dark skinned teen to his tent. Miller and Diggs are already inside and Bellamy holds the parachute flap up for Myles as they enter, "It landed a couple miles south-east."
"Yeah," the Blake brother agrees, and crosses his arms across his chest, "Too small to be a dropship. Probably a supply drop. We'll figure it out at sun-up."
"I don't think we need to wait that long," Jones readily replies, "If it cleared the ridge, it's probably near the lake."
Jones's tent shifts as the other Blake sibling enters the tent. Myles snaps her eyes to the tanned skin man beside her and watches as his face tightens up. A red eyebrow raises slightly as hazel glances between the two siblings. 
"We should get moving," Octavia pipes up as she comes to stand with the five of them, "Everyone's ready."
"No one's going anywhere," Bellamy's authoritative voice rumbles. The man continues when his sister tilts her head and furrows her dark brown eyebrows, "Not while it's dark. It isn't safe. We'll head out at first light. Pass the word."
Miller and Diggs instantly leave to obey the man's command,  Octavia looking less than convinced at her brother's words. Jones, Bellamy and Myles move to exit the tent after them when Octavia steps in her brother's way, halting him. 
"Everyone for 100 miles saw this thing come down," she tells the dark haired man and he sighs. She doesn't know he killed the Chancellor. Deep brown eyes catch hazel and the redhead ducks out to give them some privacy, "What if the grounders get to it first?"