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Prologue
The two kids are in the meadow crouching as they try to open a door that looks like an abandoned shack. The grass is overgrown which makes it a great hiding place for the two, the girl is probably a couple years older than the boy that trails behind her. They turn on a switch from the bookshelf, and enter in a vast cavern. The room is complete with vehicles that lead to every district across Panem. Guaranteed to get them there in no less than an hour, sitting at the controls was a boy who had black messy hair, which was probably because he was sitting at the computer all night.
The blond boy gestured a hello to him, but with no response so he shook him a bit. The girl crossed her arms, her gaze a concentrated gaze at him. "Wilford, stop that. You'll push him off his chair." She said, not tearing her away from her gaze, at the papers spread across the table. The boy stopped, and then she heard the sounds of an aircraft landing, and the echo of footsteps that resonated in the cavern.
They smiled at them, the boy in the middle of the two girls, was flashing a quirk smile at the girl next to the blond boy. He wore a shirt that hugged his body and a pair of swimming trunks with sandals, his bronze colored hair was figured like his mother, but most say he looked more like his father Finnick Odair. "Hey, Ember long time no see." He said. Ember rolled her eyes, "We saw each other yesterday, Junior." She replied, turning back to her little brother Wilford. Who was still trying to shake James, their eyes and ears for the team on missions around Panem, awake to tell them.
Finally, fed up with James slumber Ember slammed on the table he shook awake. Slowly, he started to regain his consciousness that he fell asleep, and had called them. He looked around everyone staring at him, for his answers. Ember tapping now on her foot, with the girls Hailey and Isra looking at him like he was butcher meat. James seemed unfazed though, and smiled at them and adjusted his glasses, wiping the drool from his face. "Well?" they asked. He made a bigger smile and twisted his chair to the computer. "Take a look." He said gesturing to one of the screens of the computer.
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