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He had heard rumors about her, about the girl who would do any job no matter how dirty it was. Assassination, cold blooded murder, anything that involved killing she would do it. Of course, Gale thought they were just rumors.
They weren't.
She was ordered to District 2 by someone higher up in order to take out the leader of some rebels, a group of people who threatened the safety of the Republic of Panem.
Her voice carried through the wall, and Gale couldn't help but hold his ear up to listen. "It doesn't sound like too hard of a job to me," the girl said. There was something about her voice, something familiar that Gale couldn't lay a finger on.
"Your skill are very useful indeed, ma'am. May I ask how you started in this business?"
The girl laughed dryly, "Started back in my District when the firebombing occurred." Gale raised an eyebrow and inched closer to the door, trying to see if he could peek through and catch a glimpse of her. "Someone told me they'd get me out but they never did. I had to fend for myself."
"That so?"
"So when the Peacekeepers came to clear everyone out that had survived the bombing and I got my hand on a gun…" she trailed off. "Easy to do if you've got enough resentment built up."
The murderess and the man she was talking to, someone who worked for Gale, started toward the door. Gale inched backwards along the wall. "And who's this resentment for? The Capitol?"
"Boy who was supposed to get me out," she said angrily. "If I ever find him, I swear…"
The man she was with snorted, "Is he on your to-do list?"
"Might as well be," she said simply. "He left me to die."
The man asked, "What's his name? Maybe after you get this job done I can help you find him."
"Hawthorne," she spat out. "Gale Hawthorne." On the other side of the wall Gale's eyes widened. The two pushed their way out of the room and Gale saw what he had least hoped to see, a flash of blonde hair. "I don't even know if he's still alive."
The two turned just in time to watch Gale stumble backwards out of shock. "Oh," the man nodded. "He's still alive." Madge Undersee was standing in front of him, her eyes narrowed and filled with an indescribable hate.
She flipped the gun that hung off of her back and aimed it at him. "Give me one reason I shouldn't shoot you right now," she hissed, snapping off the safety and pulling the hammer back.
"Miss Undersee," the man placed a hand on her shoulder and urged her to lower her gun. "Commander Hawthorne is the best leader we've got here in District 2."
"You think I care?" Madge snapped but threw the gun down anyway. Gale held his hands up defensively as he took in the girl in front of him. Her golden blonde hair, her unforgiving blue eyes. She was alive. "He left me to die."
"No," Gale shook his head and forced the word out. "I went to your house, it was already…" Madge's eyes softened but she kept her jaw locked. "I tried, I thought you were gone…"
An announcement rang through the building that Madge Undersee was needed in the front and she threw her hands down. "We're not done with this Hawthorne," she jabbed her finger in his chest and marched down the hall, not looking back.
Gale watched her go, swallowing back everything he wanted to spill out. "I thought she was dead," he tells the man who lingered back. "That's the only reason I didn't get her out."
"Well, Commander," the solider frowned. "I think you'll have a hard time convincing her of that."