"Mountain men again?" Damon asked wondering why the mountain had sent another team after them.
"Check this out." Bellamy pulled out a black camera and flipped through pictures, pictures of them, their camp, and the meeting with the grounders.
"The mountain men got scared about the Alliance with the grounders.
They sent a team to watch us and once they saw Tris here, they must have thought if they could kill her, it would end our alliance with Trikru." Bellamy said making Damon nod.
"Indeed, it would have, but they fucked up," Damon said while looking at Tris and the grounders who were staring at the mountain men's bodies with hatred in their eyes.
"They just gave me a reason to end them faster than I was planning to," Damon said coldly making Bellamy nod.
He agreed with Damon, that getting rid of the mountain men was the only choice if they wanted to stay allied with the grounders, they couldn't play both sides.
The blood hatred ran to deep with the grounders and the mountain saw them as nothing more than dumb savages.
"Clarke, make sure Bellamy and the rest of our people are fine," Damon said before walking over to the grounders who were getting ready to leave with a team of his people going with them to guard them along the way.
This time Damon wasn't taking chances and had twenty armed men with rifles going along with them.
"Tris I'm sorry it came to this. I hope this doesn't shine Skaikru in a bad light in your eyes." Damon said respectfully to Tris who was second in command of Trikru after Anya.
"No, I'm not so small-minded like some of my people. This makes me respect Skaikru more, I hope to visit your home again sometime Damon." Tris said before walking past him and heading back to her village.
She knew the others must be worrying by now.
"Keep an eye out, if anything happens send someone back to get me," Damon said to one of the guards going with Tris back to her village.
"Understood sir."
Damon watched the backs of the grounders, and his people leave while carrying the bodies of their dead brethren before looking at the few people who were dragging the bodies of the dead mountain men into camp to bury.
It seemed the mountain had gotten more serious as they had sent a six-man squad along on this intel-gathering mission.
Damon walked back toward the gate of camp before stopping at one of his men who was dragging the bodies of the dead mountain men.
"Burn the bodies," Damon said coldly before walking past the man who stared at his back before nodding.
Damon went toward the workshop where Raven had moved all of her work. It was a big tent with a few mechanics to help Raven and a few chemists like Jasper to help her create more gunpowder and such.
The workshop was a good distance away from the main tent area in case of an accident during their work.
Damon opened the tent flap and walked inside to see Raven standing next to Jasper as they seemed to be stripping gunpowder from bullets.
"Raven," Damon called to the long dark-haired girl with tanned creamy skin and a fit athletic body.
Raven turned around and he saw a few grease and oil smudges on her hands and cheek.
'She's so sexy when she's working.' Damon thought.
"Damon, I heard what happened. Is everything going to be okay?" Raven said while putting a hand on his chest without even realizing it.
"Yeah, thankfully Bellamy managed to keep Tris safe and our alliance with Trikru should still hold strong," Damon said while staring into Raven's worried brown eyes while using his thumb to wipe the grease stain off of her cheek.
"Jeez, you two get a room," Jasper said from the side making them realize the position they had been in.
They both coughed while backing up a little.
"I'm more worried about the mountain. They grow more aggressive by the day and soon who knows what drastic measures they will take. How many reaper tone devices have you made?" Damon asked Raven who nodded and pulled out a tub of reaper tone devices.
"I was only able to make six more meaning we have twelve total."
"That will have to do then. The mountain will have to fall soon." Damon said making both Raven and Jasper look at each other.
"Will we try to save any of them?" Jasper asked with some sadness in his eyes.
Damon looked at them before slowly shaking his head with a frown.
"I wanted to as well guys, but we can't afford to be the good guys right now. The grounders would never let us integrate the mountain men into our camps without starting a war.
Thousands of grounder lives have been taken by the mountain men, and if we only save the children what happens when they grow up and they hear of the stories about the sky people who massacred the mountain?
The grounders will see us as heroes and those kids will grow up to see us as demons." Damon said making them both frown.
"And what about in the future, when our own people hear the ways of how we killed innocent children because we were scared to face the grounders," Jasper said with some anger.
He wasn't mad at Damon he was just mad at being forced into a bad situation.
"The winner's right history Jasper, in our people's eyes we will look like heroes." Damon stared into the eyes of Raven and Jasper.
"But even if they did question us, they aren't the ones bearing the weight of our people's future on their shoulders, we are," Damon said coldly before grabbing the reaper tone devices and leaving the tent alone with Raven and Jasper who looked at each other.
"Damon seems different, on the ark he talked of saving who we could and now he's so ready to kill all of those people in the mountain," Jasper said with a sad frown.
"You are wrong Jasper," Raven said while getting close to Jasper's face and staring into his eyes.
"Damon hasn't changed at all, he is trying to save who he can, us.
Remember the words he spoke Jasper.
A war will constantly rage on in our minds about whether or not we are doing the right thing, and then look to the brother on your right and the sister to your left and you will remember why it is we do what we do."
Raven looked into Jasper's eyes and saw the sadness in them recede before Jasper's lips twitched and the words left his mouth with a strong conviction.
"For Skaikru."