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Sneaking in to read the files had been tougher than Cato had anticipated. When curfew was called, Cato waited in his dorm. When 2am rolled around and he was confident that everyone, except the minimal security detail that roamed around at night, would be asleep he quietly left his room. He made sure to close the door silently behind him. He crept through the halls using the quiet footsteps and espionage like patterns of ducking behind objects that they had learned in training. Cato found it ironic that he was using the skills they had taught him against them. It also dawned on him though that if they had taught it to him, they were likely looking for it as they were well versed in the tactic. He picked up speed. He momentarily considered stopping by the training centre to grab a sword to make getting passed any guards easier, but he decided against it as he did not feel like dealing with whichever guards were watching the training centre at the moment. He continued on down the hallways nearing the main office centre. He hoped that that was where the files were being kept as that was what made the most sense and he couldn't think of another spot they would be, but he was not certain. Before he could reach the hallway that the office was in, he ran into a peacekeeper…. literally. Cato stumbled a bit out of surprise but the speed he was walking in had given him enough momentum that the bump sent the peacekeeper toppling to the ground. It occurred to Cato then that the peacekeeper was significantly smaller then him so before the peacekeeper managed to bounce back to his feet, Cato had the man pinned to the floor and was pressing the nerve in crevice between his neck and shoulder that Cato knew from hand to hand combat training would knock him right out. Unfortunately, luck was not on Cato's side and the peacekeeper had made enough noise when he toppled to the ground that it had alerted some other peacekeepers. Cato could hear at least two sets of foot steps coming towards him. Though the first peacekeeper had been unsuspecting, he knew the two new peacekeepers would be suspicious and thus armed when they found him. Though Cato felt confident in his ability to over power them, the peacekeepers had recently been gifted new weapons from the capital, they hadn't learned about them yet as they were not permitted in the Hunger Games and thus were of no use to the trainees. However, Cato was not in the mood to learn what the electricity at the ends of those sticks felt like when it came in contact with your body so he took off down the hallway in the other direction just in case.

Cato had lived in the centre long enough that he knew there was a back way to the office. The office was where you were sent when the trainers gave up on disciplining you themselves and sent you off to the big bosses. Cato as the stubborn and aggressive child that he was had been in the office quite frequently, until that eventually was given up on too. As a child Cato had always been curious what was in the rooms in the office he was never taken to, especially because they had multiple big and complex looking locks on them. Remembering this small detail, Cato came to a halt. He hadn't thought his game plan through well enough to come up with a plan on how to deal with the locks. He could always circle back to one of the maintenance closets and grab some bolt cutters, however, that would break the locks permanently which would cause the trainers and headmaster to know that someone had broken in and a full investigation would ensue. That was too risky. He could go wake up Ralph who he knew was a skilled lock pick but then someone else would know about his actions, plus Ralph was not the most subtle and would likely get them caught before they could get back to the office. In the end, Cato decided to just go forth and he'd figure it out when he got there. Winging it was always more his style anyways. Cato was not a skilled lock pick in the slightest but he knew the basics and he was hoping that would be enough for tonight.

As he arrived in the office, he saw that he wouldn't be needing to pick any locks since the door to the previously sealed room was wide open. Cato was not foolish enough to think it was his lucky day though, if the door was open that just meant someone had already beat him inside. That was further evidenced by the guard he saw laying half in half out of the door. As he crept closer to guard to see if he was out cold, a voice that caused a chill to go up his spine resonated from inside the room.

"He's dead" Clove stated nonchalantly.

Cato peered inside startled. He didn't know why he was surprised though, as far as he knew, Clove was the only person that had read the files previously so it only made sense for her to be the one that was in the room.

"Was that really necessary?" Cato asked skeptically, watching the girl warily for any sign she might attack him for being there as well. He knew her too well to doubt the fact that she had a knife on her somewhere, in addition to the beautifully carved one she had sitting on the desk next to the file she was currently reading.

"Couldn't have him waking up and tattling on me, now could I? Anyone that knows I do this is a liability." She said this pointedly in a way that Cato was certain was meant to remind him that he knew too much and that it was only by her grace that he continued to live. Cato didn't know how to respond so he just continued to stare at her. She wasn't as menacing when there weren't so many eyes watching. She definitely still seemed deadly, and she also seemed like she could be done with his non-sense at any moment and snap. But she was less outwardly harsh, like she had less to prove. Cato found that interesting and couldn't help but wonder how much of the Clove he knew from training was an act.

"Dispose of him for me, will you?" Clove said dismissively without even looking up from the file.

"Why would I do that exactly?"

Clove stood up, placing her file back in the filling cabinet and closing it. "Because I won't kill you" she said matter-of-factly. It did not seem to matter to Clove that Cato was almost twice her size. She simply went about her business as if that was the nicest offer in the world and he should be grateful as she packed up her things. "Oh, and I'll be nice and keep this door unlocked so that you can go about whatever snooping you came here to do".

Though Cato wasn't sure how she planned on re-locking the door with him standing in the middle of it, he found himself agreeing to dispose of the body anyways. He told himself it was because he wanted her to go away quickly so that he could get to snooping. A part of him knew however, that subconsciously he had recognized that the peacekeeper on the floor was the same size as him and armed, yet he was dead. As exhausted, unarmed, and injured as he was, Cato was in no mood to tangle with Clove tonight. He was fearless, not stupid.

Clove nodded at him emotionlessly as she walked past him and out of the office. Once she was out of sight Cato quickly got to work looking through the filing cabinets. It took him at least an hour to comb through all of the cabinets only to make the very disappointing discovery that Clove's file was not there.

Cato sat back in the office chair wondering to himself if her file even existed. Would the district even keep a file on their secret weapon? Or was that too much of a risk given how valuable she was? Was it just kept in a different, safer location? Then a realization dawned on him. She came in here to be one step ahead of everyone in the academy. She was so wary of them all that she used fake fighting methods during training. There was no way in hell that she would allow her file to be out in the open where someone could get a step up on her. That is when Cato realized his answer, Clove had her own file. And he'd bet anything, given the way that she reacted at training today, that if Jonathan's file still exists then she had that too.

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