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The Sectors are like Districts.
We are not Rick Riordan or Suzanne Collins (unfortunately) but this plot was our idea!
2357 Hunger Games
Prologue
Marty Smith was beginning to become impatient. As the president of Rancor, the mightiest empire on record, he should have what he wanted when he wanted. He tried to keep his cool, but it wasn't working. Marty just wasn't a waiting person. He was about to call The Heat, his police squad, when the large bronze door opened.
A man walked in. His brown hair was ruffled, meaning he was in a hurry. He wore a slightly wrinkled tux and a sea-green tie. His round glasses were not centered on his nose. This man was the man that had the power to change Rancor. Marty needed this man.
"President Smith, sir, you wanted to see me," the man spoke nervously. That was good. That was the way Marty wanted it.
"Mr. Cohen, have a seat. We need to talk about Rancor," Marty spoke calmly. Mathew Cohen's hands shook. He pulled a leather chair out from under the table and took a seat. Marty could tell he was trying to steady his hands.
Mathew looked at the president. "What about Rancor?" He asked.
"Just… the way it's run," Marty looked at his guest. "Some of The Sectors are planing a revolution. They want to overthrow us."
"Yes?" Mathew asked.
Marty leaned in. "They are lead by demigods."
Mathew looked confused. "Demigods? What do we do?"
Marty's cold eyes locked into Mathew's. "We put them in the upcoming games." He slip a folder across the table. "Here are they names of all the demigods in Rancor. Put them in the Hunger Games.