Prologue
It was the dark of the night, and Achan couldn't be more pleased. The mission to assassinate President Paylor had gone smoothly and without interruption, and with the job done, he was to talk to the head of the operation. Of course, Achan planned to take all of the credit for the murder. He had, after all hired these people.
Achan sat at one end of a long, wooden dining table that had been cleared for this event, loving the power, but disliking the attention, which would turn negative the moment he said something wrong. At least he wasn't the main event, the entree. The head of the operation, a man everyone simply referred to as 'boss', was giving all instructions. With any luck, Achan wouldn't have to speak.
There was light chatter, but everyone noticed the moment Boss raised his hand, signaling for silence. Everyone was scared of him, though nobody admitted it. Boss started speaking, in a low, raspy, but confident voice.
"Our mission to assassinate Paylor has gone smoothly. We had too many allies in the Capitol for it to fail," he said, and there was light applause. "We all know our next moves- get jobs within the Capitol. But there are rumors floating around that suggest there's a group being formed, specifically for the purpose of bringing us to out knees, but we're getting too strong. People from other countries, people who fear us, people who miss the Hunger Games. We shall prevail!"
*I have this pattern. I write short, mysterious prologues to begin stories that are narrated by characters that have little to no direct part in the story, but really do, and the story continues from that point on to be narrated by the main character.
Anyway, hope you guys like the main idea! After today, there might be less than the typical 4 chapters a day, maybe… 1?