This is the prologue to the 45th Hunger Games, how they decided on the Arena :D
The president name fails, I know.
"Are you positive, Gelkin?"
"Yes, I'm positive Crane, now let's pick this arena and get the show started. The hunger games start tomorrow, and the escorts need to know what arena to drive to, and the engineers have to patch up the plates and the land mines."
"Sir, it's an Urban Jungle, there's no guarentee this hunger games will last long."
"Look, Jonathan, you have to get home to your kid, I need to get home to my wife. Just send out the coordinates, and lets be done with it."
"Alright Gelkin" John was the Head Game maker, and has been for twenty years. Sweat dripped off his brow, arguing with President Gelkin was hard work.
"Gina, tell the escorts and the engineers were Doing UJ-1."
"Sir, you can't be serious?"
"I am, now get it done".
Gina typed the data in the holo comp and sent it to everyone that had to start off the hunger games tomorrow. She loved the sport, but preparing for it was hell on earth.
"Can't wait for this to be over, I can soak my weary body in my floating hot tub." She said.
"Whatever Gina, just get it done."
"You don't have to be such a downer."
"Sorry, but this President is gonna get us killed some day." Five years, and he's already picked some of the stupidest arenas."
"I thought the battle in district thirteen's forest arena was creative."
"Not to mention it scared the living daylights out of every little kid in the capitol." John was starting to get cranky, so Gina ended the conversation with a hearty good bye.
John exited out of holo comp, muttering something about the president being the death of him.
If he only knew.
