Steve kicked the cabin door open and sent a round of bullets into the panelled wall of the train carriage.
A woman with teased pink and blue hair turned round and opened her mouth in shock. "That is mahogany!"
"I really don't care," snapped Rogers, as he pulled the shield down in front of himself. "Now tell me where the damn gun is,"
"I don't know what you're talking about," the woman flustered. "I'm just in charge of the tributes. I'm Effie Trinkett,"
"Displeased to meet you. What do you mean, 'tributes'? I just want to know where the gun is,"
"What gun?"
"The gun! The one that Hydra developed,"
Effie showed no signs of understanding, so Steve repeated himself:
"Hydra developed a super-gun. I believe it is somewhere on this train,"
"Oh, well, I'm not sure about anything Hydra Bricson's developed," she tossed her head, "but I'm quite sure there's no gun on this train, unless you mean the Peacekeepers,"
"Bricson?" Rogers raised an eyebrow. "We are talking about the same Hydra, right?"
"Hydra Bricson is the stylist for District Four this year. Which Hydra are you talking about?"
"It's a scientific organisation. I've been deployed on a mission to track down and destroy a gun that they've developed. Do you know where it is?"
"I don't think so. Can I get you anything?"
"No, thank you, ma'am. Is there any way I can get off this train?"
"The next stop is the Capitol, in about three hours' time,"
"I'll stop there," Steve sat down at the table and removed his helmet.
"My, aren't you the handsome one?" Effie giggled.
"Ma'am, I'd rather you didn't say things like that – I have a lady waiting for me to come home,"
"Oh, that's sweet! Does she live in District Four, too?"
"District Four? I'm from Brooklyn. What is District Four?"
"Brooklyn…" Effie thought about it. "No, sorry; I've not heard of Brooklyn,"
"Surely you've heard of New York. You know: the city with the Statue of Liberty?"
"What's liberty?"
Steve was about to explain, when a door opened at the other end of the carriage. Two scrawny-looking teenagers, a boy and a girl, stepped into the carriage.
"Who's this? Is this our mentor?" asked the boy.
"No, this is… I didn't catch your name, sorry. What was it?"
"You can call me Captain America,"