It is now midnight, the sun had long age gone down. While the sound of machine guns rattling in the distance is continuous, Dannings tinkers with the communicator, which is a hand held device used for communicating with superiors. My eyes scope the area for rebels, yet none appear. All I see is rubble and buildings. Still, I sense they aren't far away.

Dannings excited cries catch my attention," Corporal, come quick! I have a signal!"

I rush over to him as fast as my feet carry me. The voice of commander Burke flow unevenly through the device, his voice is panicked and exhausted, gunfire and screams bellow in the background.

" Corporal Lysander, the rebels breached the eastern side of the base, we are being overrun ... I don't know how much longer we'll last. The rebels will flank you from within if you don't leave soon. You are to take the remainder of your outfit and the six of you are to evacuate the district through the west. We signaled the Capitol just before the communications building fell and they are sending in reinforcements. ... The justice building and the armory have already been lost. Once you escape ... join up with the reinforcements and help them retake the district. This is my final order. To traitors never yield!" The signal ends with a grenades explosion, then is silent.

We are on our own.

My mind is racing. The base has fallen, how could this happen? For seventy five years, order and harmony were maintained. Why would the people rebel so suddenly? It must be that dammed Mockingjay! She's the cause of all this! I knew from the start she would bring only suffering and misery, this is her fault! Her actions are going to get us all killed.

Now I have the impossible task of leading this motley gang out of the fire, and even then we'll still be in the frying pan. Can I really lead them through a hostile district, I don't know the answer to that question. But what about the last part of the message? Commander Burke called out what had since the dark days been the battle cry of the peacekeepers, the call for resistance against traitor aggression.I might not be able to get any of us out of this alive, but I must attempt. I will try my best, even if success seems unlikely.

The six others stare at me apprehensively, they await orders, they need someone to get them out of this. They need a leader.

That will have to be me. "Soldiers, your orders are to pack any ammunitions that you'll need, then report back here. After that we are to make our way to the western edge of this district, than leave through there. Am I understood?"

They responded eagerly. "Sir, yes sir!"

Now for the finisher. "Then lets get to it. We are the boys in white! Let's show these Rebs what we're made of!"

We gather as much ammo as we can carry from the ammo crates, as well as collecting an extra machine gun, a belt full of grenades, and two fully loaded pistols for each person. We place the ammo we can't bring in a pile over a timed explosive so the Rebs cant use it. Finally, we lay anti-personnel mines around the courtyard, insuring the Rebs are slowed.

We head out of the hole that was blasted into the outer wall, the result of a rebel rocket launcher. We are sure to move slowly, scoping around for ambushers. As we turn the corner of one of the tenants, ten to twelve rebels open fire on us. Without a second to loose, we turn back and hide behind the safety of the buildings wall. One of the Rebs fired prematurity, warning us. Had he waited, we'd be dead.

With caution, we return fire. Three at a time, we lean carefully out to shoot at the Rebs, then return to the safety of the building corner that we use for cover. One rebel is dead, then another, then another, and so on. Soon, all the ambushers are dead. We head back down the street, painfully slow. The street is covered with the bodies of the rebels we killed, blood squirting from their bullet holes. Their faces are either twisted in agony or disturbingly peaceful. Learning our lesson, Helena looks around the next corner before we head down the district square.

" Corporal, you might want to look and see this."

I decide to, she moves out of the way so I can look. The district square is crowded with Rebs wielding guns. The rebel flag hangs, a Mockingjay, flies over the smoldering and ransacked justice building. On the platform, gallows are erected; the mayor and his family hang from it's ropes. Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that a four year old child is among the hung, and my blood boils with rage. The child's face is clearly visible, as the rebels didn't even cover it with a bag; I can see exactly how much that innocent suffered. I feel I am going to be sick

This isn't the first time I've known of children coming to harm, and I wasn't any less furious. In my first week, I was tasked with executing a twenty something woman with a mounted flamethrower. Though I at first wondered if it was right, I read her the crime she was guilty of and all sympathy went up in flames, about a minute before she did. Her crime was that she didn't want any more children, so she drowned her six month old boy in a large puddle. I have no tolerance for baby drowners, so I roasted her alive. What she got was too good for her.

Since walking through the district square in our current wardrobe would be suicide, we decided to 'borrow' some clothes. We walk to a tenant that looks unguarded, and I broke down the door. This time I gave no warning. We searched and dug around for clothes that we could wear over our dashing white armor. We needed disguises.

After turning over shoddy furniture and looking around, we find a shelf of drawers. Inside are long leather coats and coarse carrying packs. We unload our ammo into the packs, as well as loading in our white, peacekeeper issued ammo packs. Finally, we put on the long coats, which cover out armors, and we put our helmets in the largest bag.

While looking for other stuff we might need, Apollo knocks in a wall, revealing a hidden compartment inside. Upon closer inspection, the compartment forfeits a longbow, a quiver of arrows, and a bag of wild beets. Normally we would arrest the person in possession of these, but recent events make that impossible. After discussing what to do about this, and ruling out bringing the bow, we agree to bring the beets, but to break the arrows in half and burn it in the fireplace with the bow. Aric cuts the bows string for good measure; better to let the flames have the weapon than the enemy.

After leaving the tenant, we head down the district square. We try excruciatingly hard not to draw any attention to ourselves, for it would spell death if any one of these child hanging traitors knew who we were. We all head through the crowd of Rebs, while doing so, we can hear them discussing or boasting their battle successes, their courage, or Katness Everdeens exploits. It's probably embellishment.

Inch by inch, step by step, we make our way through the district 8 square. We're halfway across, none of them suspect us. Almost there, still no trouble. We finally reach the western edge and turn down an alley to our destination. Once out of the rebels site, my whole group lets out a sigh of relief.

As we're heading, I hear something down a side alley that we will soon walk by. After motioning the others to stop, I head down the alley silently, so as not to be seen. A sixteen year girl with long, knotted, black hear is being beset by two large men. They're wearing district 13 uniforms. As she cries out, her voice sounds familiar.

"Please, I need to get going soon, please let me go."

The two men have deep and nasty voices. "But Honey, then you'll miss all the fun."

I don't like how he said that, the way he said fun hinted to malicious intentions. The girl must have thought so too, as she seemed scared."Please, no, let me go."

I'm sure the two men are up to no good. "We're gonna have a good time."

The older one, who seems about twenty eight, pushes her to the ground, climbs on top of her, and pushed her down so she couldn't escape. The younger one, who was about three years older than the girl, laughed cruelly. He said, "I get to go next."

She became frantic, screaming madly. "NO, NO, please don't! Please, No!"

I could no longer control my fury, nor could I walk away. Reaching for my machine gun, I charged forward. I used the butt of the gun to crack open the skull of the younger one, and then violently ripped the older one off his potential victim. I pressed the barrel of the gun into the mouth of the would-be rapist. There was a look of bewilderment in his eyes, for he had not yet grasped the recent events.

Struggling not to scream, I whispered out, "May the hellfire have no mercy". I pulled the trigger.