So here's the new chapter, one of my friends was supposed to help me with it, since he's more into the war writing, but he didn't so sorry if this is absolutely horrible. I'm the greatest writer in this genre.
Peeta POV
We're sent to the outskirts of the Capitol to set up our unit for battle the next day. It's about a mile or so hike from our drop spot to the camp so the moment we've put up the tents and gotten our directions for the following day, we go to sleep.
That night is surprisingly one of the best night's sleep I've had without Katniss beside me, I assume it's because I know she's safe back in 13, even if she were beside me I don't think there would be any sleeping on either of our parts. We'd both be too busy worrying about each other, and about Setis back home, to even catch a wink of sleep.
The morning is quite uneventful, unless you count getting the game plan drilled into you by the officer in charge. I knew it already but who knows how well I'm going to need to.
Finally after a solid twenty minutes he dismisses us to eat and prepare for battle. The squad has at least doubled since the original plan, which we were just supposed to film and distract Snow and his men, now we have twice the number of soldiers and are being sent into actual combative roles, not major ones on the front lines, but we're actually doing something not just sitting on our asses pretending to do something productive for the war.
The first thing out of the ordinary all day is when we are gearing up to go into battle, our two leaders, Boggs and Jackson, are speaking with a sort of ferocity I've never heard before.
"... The last thing I'm going to do is split up the squad, that'll only make us weaker." Boggs practically shouts at Jackson.
"I know, that's what I tried to tell her but she would have nothing of it. President's orders not mine. We'll just send him with Finnick, Johanna, Gale, and the highest trained soldiers we have available. We'll have sixteen available for both sides so they should be alright." She retorts.
This still doesn't make me very happy." He grumbles as we assemble for our trip into the city. "You know what to do, let's go!" He shouts at us.
Cautiously we begin the trek, pausing occasionally to allow Boggs to check the holo.
"Here's where we'll split up, we'll meet back at camp if anything happens. Group A you'll go right with me, B you go with Jackson to the left. If everything goes according to the new plan well be back at 1900. Now let's go." Boggs shouts as we disperse to the assigned streets.
Carefully again we move as unit along the street for a good half mile before stopping abruptly.
"There's an unmarked of up here, we'll need to do this quickly." Boggs declares looking around us.
"We'll get some good shots of this." Cressida announces as Castor and Pollux flank us, pointing the cameras our way.
"If you're gonna film us, do it quietly." Boggs starts, walking toward them. In an instant the atmosphere changes, Boggs takes one bad step and his legs are blown off, his blood spatters on sidewalk. Dark smoke clouds the air but there's no time to do much before water begins to flood down the end of the street we just came from.
"We need to move! Grab him, and we'll get going." One of the faceless members of the squad shouts as we stand there starting for a moment. " Get to that building there!"
We scramble to follow orders, running to the door and barely making it in before the tidal wave passes. We look out the window as it continues through the city streets.
"Put him on that table! We need some towels, there has got to be some somewhere around here." I hear Finnick shout from one of the doorways that are now being opened and searched by the fellow crew members.
I hear Boggs to rasp so I walk over to him. "What-" I begin.
"Say-your-name." He orders me.
"Peeta Mellark"
"Don't trust them." He says right before breathing his last breath, as he transfers the holo to me.
"Don't trust who? Boggs, who shouldn't I trust." I ask shaking his shoulders.
"I found some towels. What do we-"
"You don't need them. He's gone.'' I cut off Gale.
"What's our next move then?" Johanna asks. I think that's what everyone is thinking, she was just the first to say it.
"Why don't we see if we can find some food?" Cressida suggests. We all agree that this is as good a plan of action as any other.
After scouring the place for food we find enough rations for each to have one, those who have only known the District 13 way of dividing rations simply stare at the cans sitting on the counter. Johanna, being as she always is, is the first to grab one and down it.
"Just get a can, there's no real way of doing this." She smirks before adding, "unless you want me to eat yours."
After that we all do as she did, being hungry and this being the only food.
Once everyone has had their food, we try the door. It swings open easily, revealing three or so inches of standing water.
"Who's going first?" One of the squad members asks, I think it's Homes, but I didn't have long to learn names when we were sent here.
"Who's the highest ranking?' One of the others asks. Johanna gets impatient and pushes one of the members out of her way, moving out the door.
"Move out, it's safe." She declares turning back to us, several others join her. The water nearly breaches the top of my boots the district assigned me along with all the other soldiers deployed for this mission.
"Why do they have this standing water? Surely they could have drained it." I wonder aloud just as Homes bends to touch it. The moment he does I can tell exactly why they have this water here. He falls into it as his body loses its energy. He's just died from electric shock.
Hope it isn't too bad... whatever. Please review.