Even though the curfew started I was still outside. I jumped from one roof to the other. In my left hand I carried my baton (It was actually just the stick of a broom). I also had a long piece of rope hanging over my shoulder in loops. My landing was as soft as a leopard. I ran toward the other edge of the roof. Just before I wanted to jump I suddenly saw a peacekeeper, in a rush I hid behind a chimney. My heart was beating at his fastest. I waited until the peacekeeper turn around the corner and was out of sight. Whit a sigh of relive I continued my journey. Sometimes I used my baton to jump from one roof to the other. Finally I arrived at my destination. The guardhouse of the peacekeepers.
I tied the rope to the chimney whit tightly knots. I took my gloves out of my pocket. Very carefully I walked down from the roof, against the wall. I reached the window, it was locked.
'Hmpf, way to simple.' Whit a few moves and a bit of luck, it opened.
I entered a large kitchen, there were a lot of long wooden tables and benches standing in rows. I walked towards the door and opened it. I actually knew this place pretty well (sometimes caught whit my thefts). That's why I also knew where every camera was. Walking through the maze-like corridors, I watched every movement, carefully at every corner. Finally there was the big white iron door whit the little black sign in the form of a gun. A camera was watching it; I was familiar with this kind of camera. There was this little switch to turn it off... The door was locked, but I didn't steel just apples this midday. I tried two keys before I found the right one, and entered the room. It was full of weapons. Weapons I knew. Weapons I helped making since I was nine. Something my parents taught me. I started whit the regular guns, the easiest ones. Whit the movements of a pro I demounted the first gun and then assembled it again. But I let out some critical thing… the trigger. Just for fun. Haha! I did it over and over again whit every single gun, also switching the bullets and the boxes. It wasn't something big, but it would take a while before they would find the right calibers for the right guns. It was the riffles turn. Those were more difficult than the guns. But as a kid from district 13 (the district of weapons (and the district of the rebellion)) it was an easy one. My parents taught me how to use and how to make almost every type of weapon since I was nine, even though I was a little girl. They wanted me to protect myself because they were important people of the rebellion and there could be a possibility that I would be taken hostage. Now I was pretty happy whit it. Back then I was a smart-ass nine years old, almost already grown up, full of the ideas of the rebellion. I let the machine guns be. They weren't used very often and they were not made in the same factory. Now the factory would take the blame not someone of this town. It was a shame I didn't get my highly deserved credit for my job, but I would not get away whit this. The little thefts I did before was mostly just a prank. The highest punishment I ever received were forty lashings for illegal hunting (and it was really hard to take, I still have the scars on my back). But this was no ordinary prank. The guns I was molesting were new, brought in this midday. Most of the old ones were taken back again but not all of them. I didn't do anything with them. I also made certain that none of the new ones were used, so the factory had to take the debt. Just one problem… there was no factory anymore. They blew it up along with district 13. My job was done; I assembled every trigger-piece, put them in my handkerchief and tied it to my belt, checking if no piece could fall out. I closed the door and turned the camera on again. I kept the keys, they were pretty handy.
Climbing up against the wall was more difficult than down. The triggers tinkled cheerful, it made me laugh. I did everything perfectly (I even locket the window again). The only problem now was to get back home. To not be hasty and enthusiastic was tough. With every jump and step the triggers tinkled. I had to stop tree times for a passing by peacekeeper, one of them looked up in surprise. I think he heard the triggers but nothing happened because he didn't saw me. I hide behind a chimney just in time, trying to hold my hyperventilating.
'Geez that was close.'
I started running again. The next roof was that of my house, I used my baton to reach it. My chamber had a window on the roof so it was pretty easy to get in. Once I was save in my bed I started to laugh, hard (and a bit hysterical) until the tears rolled down my cheeks. I did it mom! I did it dad! You could be proud of me!
'Did you hear? The guns the peacekeepers got yesterday al had no triggers, a manufacturing defect they said.' Whit every whisper my smirk grow bigger. 'I also heard that they have to wait for at least a week before they can get new ones.' A thin blond lady said to her darker blond friend.
'Really, one week? What relieve!' Her voice was to laud frightened she looked around. 'Really?' She whispered again. My nightly trip was the main topic of the day. Everyone was talking about it.
'Did you do something I have to know about yesterday night? You weren't in bed.' My foster mom suddenly said. Startled my eyes met hers. 'Did you think I wouldn't notice?' she raised one eyebrow. 'I had hoped so.' I said to myself (shit she discovered) soon she will start preaching.
'I'm proud of you.'
'Huh! What?' Wow never expected that! 'But-But what I did-'
'-was incredibly dangerous and I am mad about that. But… you did well, you're still alive and no one in town got involved. So… I'm actually proud of you.' Suddenly she hit me. 'But if you will ever do that again…' Her raised fist said enough.
'Sorry, sorry, sorry! I promise I will never do such a dangerous thing again.' I crossed my fingers behind my back.
'I know you are crossing your fingers.' How does she know? She hid me again.
