Lightning Strikes Twice

[etcircenses]

Who| District 13 Mission-goers
What| Time to rescue what District kids have survived
Where| Near some edge of the arena
When| During Week 4
Warnings/Notes| Please put any necessary warnings in your thread headers.


There were no sign ups involved this time, this was an off-worlder idea which means the off-worlders clearly have every desire to see this through; you signed up with your consent. The mission is to be held in the evening, so the morning is spent preparing, stocking up the hovercraft with medical supplies, arming everyone, donning the now familiar all black attire. When the alert is sent out, it's simply to gather in the hanger and begin loading.

As promised, there's no sign of a 13-issued leader involved, it's on the mission team and it's assigned tactical head to lead themselves; all Webb gives the group is a chipper smile and 'Good Luck.'

The sun is just beginning it's descent when the hovercraft leaves the hanger. The flight isn't nearly as long as the one to District 3, but it's long enough that the sun has dipped below the horizon when the hovercraft stops. Stopping doesn't mean landing, however. The team's resident off-worlder pilot comes on over the speaker with given instructions: time to strap up and get ready to do a little sky-diving.

The plan is simple really. Should the hackers do their job, the storms will do as they're told and strike the dome below the hovercraft all at the same time, breaking the barrier and making a hole big enough for the strike team to carry out the rescue. Hackers strapped in and strike team ready to zipline down, the hovercraft's door opens to the windy outside, allowing a wonderful view of the bright flash and deafening crash a minute later as the weather codes carry out their destruction.

Time to move.

Comments

[whenirun]

Char was driven here like everyone else by the weather. She crouched down under some cover to wait out the storm when the lightning went off and everything broke. She stays there, not daring to move when she sees someone pass. Someone with a gun.

She breathes shallowly and stays as quiet and still as possible, her heart thundering in her head. A gun. A gun. The Gamemakers so rarely give out guns because they make it so easy to kill. She can't die. She can't let herself die. She has her family to think about.

Breathe, but breathe quietly. She tenses her legs instinctively to run if the person sees her, as if running has any effect when someone has a gun.

[the_marshal]

Wyatt paused, every several yards to stop and listen. The arena was vast and tribute numbers were still large, he was hoping for some clue as to which direction to head. (And any warning that the Gamemakers beasts might be nearby wouldn't be remiss either.)

As it was, that put him unknowingly coming to a stop right beside Char's hiding spot. Silent, turning slowly, his head tipping as he listened.

"Come on," he murmured softly, in that rough drawl of his. "Where are ya?"

[whenirun]

Char covered her mouth with her hand, trying to muffle the sound of her own breathing. She could hear her own heartbeat thundering.

Don't see me don't see me don't see me she prayed to herself. Just because the offworlders were kinder than traditional Tributes didn't mean that she trusted them to have her best interests in mind. She breathed quietly and tried to keep from shaking.

[the_marshal]

It wasn't her that he saw, not really. It was the little shift of the leaves, a small out of place rustle. No breeze, it could only be one of two things: a tribute, or some wild critter. (Or, to be fair, knowing the Gamemakers, both.)

Still moving slowly, he focused on the spot, trigger finger dropping that small inch. Ready, just in case.

"...If somebody's in there, come on out," he told the bushes, voice low and steady. Firm, but not-aggressive. "I don't mean ya any harm."