The official first chapter to a one shot I had written a few months back. I decided to write it into a multiple chapter story. This is a snippet of the first chapter. The links on where to find it are at the bottom.
Hope you enjoy! :)
World Was On Fire
Getting situated wasn’t a problem. I had done this job long enough that pretending to be someone else was my second nature. Sometimes I didn’t even know who I was anymore until the night terrors brought me back to the painful reality of who I was. Katniss Everdeen the orphaned assassin.
Walking into the small hotel that I’d be staying in for the next few days was beautiful. It wasn’t one of more extravegent but more of the modest ones, but none the less was still beautiful. It actually suited my personal taste.
The small room was painted a light ocean blue with a full sized bed a desk and a small balcony at the far end of the room. I quickly placed my belongings in the small closet to my right only keeping my messenger bag that held my laptop.
Quietly and quickly I made my way to the desk and unloaded my bag. I pulled out my PANEM issued laptop and opened it to find a window with Agent Abernathy appearing on the screen.
“How does he do that?” I questioned myself as I stared back at the screen.
Agent Haymitch always had a knack for video calling right at the moment I opened or turned on the laptop. After four years of working with him I still couldn’t get accoustomed to it. I shook my head with a ghost of a smile creeping across my face. Letting out a sigh I pressed the green button connecting the call and immediately dropped the smile.
“Well, Sweetheart took you long enough.” His voice rang with its ever present arrogance tone laced throughout every word. It took every last ounce of patience to suppress the urge to roll my eyes at my commander.
“I just sent you the where abouts of the target. Commander Plutarch Heavensbee expects this to be done within the week.” He pulled out his flask and poured the contents into his steaming coffee mug.
“Should be done within the next few days. I went over the file and don’t expect to be here long. He may be the best but that’s in Russia.” I said as I pulled out the file I had glanced over.
I tried to keep myself detached from the intended target. I only needed to know the specifics. Such as what to expect as in combat and weaponary. The less I knew about the targets life the better. My voice was void of emotions as continued.
“I haven’t come across anyone I couldn’t execute.”
Agent Abernathy looked at me with his usual stoic expression but his light blue eyes held a glint I hadn’t seen before. Something other than glazed drunk haze filled his eyes and for the first time I took intrigue into Agent Haymitch. In all years of working with him he’d never shown any other kind of emotion beside annoyance.
“Good to hear Sweetheart, but don’t get to cocky. Could wind up dead. I had Agent Trinket place some other files in your bag. Read them. Stay alive. Call when it’s done.” His eyes continued stare at me as if he was trying to communicate something silently.
I would have usually found his words annoyaning but at the moment I was to focused on scrutinizing my superior curiously. I wanted to know what the man was getting at but for the life of me couldn’t come to any conclusions. Not only because the drunken idoit was good at his job, but also because Agent Abernathy picked up his coffee mug gesturing a farewell and ended the call…..
In case anyone missed this and is interested in reading.