The hovercraft rattled to a stop. Madge felt herself bop up and down, as they landed in District 2. Over the span of their journey, she had learnt their team's name, mission and everyone involved. She was most thankful for Thom and Jake's (the boy who was seated opposite her) presence and their friendly faces. Thom, for sure, she knew she could count on. Jake seemed like someone she could trust, his cheery personality made him instantly lovable. Natalie and Blake seemed harder to thaw (though Natalie looked like she was nursing a migraine more than anything.) Regardless of whether they trusted each other or not, they had no choice but to look out for each other.

"Is everybody okay?" Blake asked, grabbing hold of the bar over his head. A chorus of 'yes' filled the hovercraft. "Alright, first stop is in the outskirts of 2. A village near the Nut. It'll take us a three hour trek. Eyes on the surroundings and each other at all times. Got it?" Again a chorus of 'yes' filled the craft. "Alright, follow my lead. Keep your eye on strawberries here," he said, nodding in Madge's direction. "Let's go."

Madge frowned and hauled her pack on, waiting behind for Thom as everyone filed out. "Strawberries?" she asked, pulling onto the straps of her pack.

Thom squinted his eyes as they were met with the blaring sunlight. "Yeah, sorry that's my fault," he said, pursing his lips apologetically. "We were thinking of a codename for you and I remembered Gale saying something about strawberries being your favourite fruit. Back in the days when you too used to trade."

Madge could feel the air in her lungs squeeze when Gale was mentioned, but she took a sharp inhalation and exhaled deeply. She had left all of that behind when she chose to sign up. "But strawberries? Seriously?" she hissed, falling in step with Thom.

"Would you prefer we call you Princess instead?" Natalie said from behind the pair. Madge turned around to face the blonde and shook her head.

"Strawberries it is then," she mumbled, flashing Thom a glare. She had already faced enough backlash in District 12. Whilst she was fully aware of the privilege she held, she wanted to prove herself useful past it.

On their second hour, Bran had stopped them for the usual check-up, called into the District 13 base and had showed them the direction of where they were going. Madge could slowly feel her energy waver and wiped the sweat from her upper lip. Swinging her pack on her back, she resumed Thom's side, trying to level her breaths.

"What's the deal with him anyway?" she said, eying up the bopping shoulders of Bran, as he led the group with his rifle at his chest, his beady eyes scouring their perimeter.

"Don't know," Thom said, his eyes also falling on the shifting movements of Bran's back. "Apparently he's from eleven."

"Oh." Madge said, nodding to the newfound information.

"Can you two stop gossiping about our team leader and pick up the pace?" Natalie hissed, her mind focused on the agenda at hand. Both, Madge and Thom nodded, quickly shuffling forward awkwardly.

Staring at their surroundings, Madge shielded her eyes from the sunlight. Fresh air filled their lungs, as they walked further into the depth of the woods. It had been so long since she had seen the outdoors. District 13's underground lighting just didn't compare to the feeling of fresh air and sun light peeking through the gaps of deeply shrouded trees.

"Did you ever go to the woods?" Madge asked, glancing at Thom whose freckles appeared more visible in the sunlight. He was a friend of Gale's. Much longer than she had been.

Thom shook his head, keeping his eyes on their surroundings. "What about you?"

"A couple of times," Madge said, finding her footing against a fallen trunk. "Katniss took me a couple of times after the Games. Tried to teach me how to shoot. Gale did too, before, when she was in the Games," she could feel her voice quieten, as the conversation turned into unwanted territory. "Anyway that's a story for another day."

Thom furrowed his brows, looking down at Madge. "Is everything alright with the two of you? How did he react to all of this?"

Madge let out a watery laugh. "How do you think?" she smiled sarcastically. "It's Gale," she sighed, clenching her fists in her pocket. "I made my choice."

"Okay," Thom whispered, biting down on his lip. He looked down at her, meeting her gaze, and Thom nodded almost apologetically, knowing Gale's conflicted feelings. "You're gonna be okay."

"Yeah," Madge sighed, looking ahead at the moving shoulders of Bran and Jake. Her eyes fell to the guns in their arms and the rhythm in their steps. They were trained soldiers. She wasn't a soldier exactly, but she was tired of their oppression. "Helping the revolution one word at a time."

Thom and Madge fell into a comfortable silence, until Bran and Jake slowed down and came to a halt. Moving forward, Madge could see peeks of small stone houses, like little huts; and behind them all was a quarry. District 2. Home of the stone quarries. But these images of prosperity differed a lot from those she would sometimes see in her father's office. The houses in this village were small, crowded together, and a little worn out. Most likely to be one of the poorer villages, being on the outskirts and all. This was good. This was something she could work with.

Madge saw a dark figure shift through the woods, and her hands instantly reached for her rifle. She stopped however, when she saw Bran shake hands with the man, and wave his hand at her, calling her forward. As she moved towards Bran, the man disappeared once again, moving into the village. Turning to face her, Bran sighed and said, "Alright Princess, you're up."