Cassidee Schapp, 29

Executive Cabinet Member

Of course being a woman in a man-dominated world gets me the shittiest jobs that Snow has to offer. Constantly fighting for the attention of the man that I've worked so hard for, and for so long is one of the hardest things that I could ever possibly imagine doing. I've done everything for him, worked with him since the Patriots, and now I'm having to come and play babysitter to District 13. I won't be here long; maybe a week is the answer I got from Snow, but it's cringey down here. Not to mention the fact that everyone is so pale they look like mole people.

The hovercraft lands on the site of one of the country's biggest secrets, and I hear the engine cut off. I unbuckle my seatbelt and strut over to the landing dock where Allistar sits waiting to escort me to the entrance of the forgotten district.

"Cassidee, you're looking gorgeous today," says Allistar, looking me up and down.

"Shut up, Allistar. We have a mission to do. I'm here on business."

I have to pretend to be diplomatic and serious during these moments, but the truth is I like the attention I get. I know I'm an attractive lady, and I know that I have a lot going for me in life. Maybe if things don't work out for Snow, I could be the next President even. So even though I secretly like Allistar's advances, and want nothing more than to kiss him on the mouth right now, I'll refrain.

We walk off the loading dock and down on the ground. The ground is soft, but I wasn't expecting it to be firm after the explosion we put it through twenty-four years ago. Allistar leads me to a rock where he touches it in several places before the hologram disappears and the door to the downstairs area of the District is revealed. I lean over to the passcode pad and type in the numbers "0130", and the lock clicks open to reveal a set of stairs, and a smiley man looking at us from the midway point. He looks to be in his mid-twenties.

"Ms. Schapp, we're honored to have you here. My name is Elijah Delgadillo, and I'm the mayor of District 13."

"Aren't you a little young to be a mayor?"

The young man is clearly from Latin America. He has long black hair and dark eyes. He has a nice build, and I think he gets his eyebrows plucked. He's a very attractive man. He looks surprised at my question and clears his throat. "Aren't you a little young to be in the Cabinet?"

"Fair enough," I say with a smile, beginning my walk down the stairs and shake his hand. He smiles as he leads me down to the main hallway that connects all the floors.

"Let's start this tour, shall we?" he ask with a bright smile.

Elijah Delgadillo, 30

Mayor of District 13

She's onto us. She has to be onto us. She works with Snow for crying out loud. She has to be trained to see through certain scenarios, and I'm not a good liar.

"This floor is our hospital wing," I tell her. We've walked through a number of floors, and it's been uncomfortably silent in most areas. She's just been taking notes on a tablet as she continues to follow me through the maze that is our giant bunker. I'm expecting her to pull a gun on me any minute, but so far everything is going according to plan.

We are kidnapping Cassidee Schapp.

We know a number of things about her, but one of the most important is how close she is to the President. The Bureau placed her as not only the easiest target to take out but the easiest to replicate. She isn't taken seriously by the other board members due to her need for attention. Kora will easily slip through undetected as she gets information back. We want to take down Snow and restore power back to the Mercay family. Intel tells us that they have some cousins that would fit the presidency nicely.

"How do you keep sickness contained?" Casidee asks as we continue to walk through the wing. She has yet to look up from her tablet, but something tells me that her eyes are darting all over the room.

"We don't. We had a pretty bad strand of the flu that swept through the whole District. We had around thirty fatalities."

She looks up at that surprised. Something like the flu killing off people is out of grasp for the spoiled Capitol princess. She's had everything handed to her ever since she was a kid. So her surprise not only irritates me but makes me feel a lot wiser than her.

"The flu? That's completely preventable."

"Not with the budget we get. Our remodels are pricey, and our District is growing fast. We can't exactly quarantine the sick here. Everyone is on the same ground, breathing the same air, we don't have the resources to heal quickly."

Cassidee turns around, and it's at this moment that Kora and Borgan take out her bodyguard. I hear a light struggle, but it doesn't seem to catch Cassidee's attention. This mission will go off without a hitch if it continues at this pace. Borgan pulls out a sedative, and injects it into the man who tries to yell for Cassidee to run, but is unsuccessful.

After they get him settled Kora grabs the other sedative and begins her walk towards Cassidee, but when she gets about five feet away, the President's Cabinet member swings around pointing a gun at her.

"I've realized you've been following me for about five floors now. What is going on here?"

Kora and I freeze as Cassidee's demeanor has changed from a needy teenage girl to ruthless and cutthroat woman. She holds up three fingers and looks Kora in the face. "I'll give you three seconds to tell me before I shoot you," she says. "One," she puts a finger down, "two," she puts another finger down. Before she reaches three, though, she pulls the trigger and Kora falls to the floor with a bullet in her head. She points the gun at me and smiles politely. Her perfectly straightened white teeth are shining in the harsh florescent lighting that we have underground.

"I think I'll skip the counting on you," she says. "Pity, you were nice eye candy," she says as she sticks out her bottom lip.

I close my eyes and prepare for the worst, when all of a sudden, I hear a loud crash. I open my eyes to see Emily Coin standing above Cassidee with a metal bedpan in her hand. Cassidee is knocked out cold on the ground.

"Emily?!" I ask, surprised. "How did you do that?"

Emily takes a deep breath and looks at me. "I'm only telling you this because you're the mayor, and because right now, we are breaking at least ten different federal laws. My name isn't Emily Coin. My name is Katherine Farrow, and I won the 17th Hunger Games."

No thunder and lightning isn't over. I just needed to write something by myself without having to clear everything with Jenna. Not that Jenna is hard to work with, it's just hard to get an okay when I have the motivation to do it, and by the time I hear back from her, I have no more motivation to write it. xD

The form and rules will be at the top of my profile, please don't be "that reader" and not follow the rules. They're very simple, and I'm not a needy author. So yeah, that wraps this up.

Keep it classy,

Caleb