The Next Generation: Chapter Thirteen: "Compass To A Misson"

(Disclaimer: It's been about a week for this time period, but I am planning on going back in time for Willow on the next part-sry if that's confusing!!)

*~David's Pov~*

District 10.

I am really headed there.

I frown, sniffing the contaminted air. My mind flashes for a second, and I remember without wanting too.

*"Mama!"*

*"David! Go! Go, before they get you too!"*

*A wave of shots ring through the air, and-*

I shake it off. I will not let the Rebels get the best of me all over again. They did that once, and I have changed since a 6 year old boy. I am 26, and I have a mission, "Find the Girl," his words echoing in my head.

My boots hit the walk, my uniform recongized by a the people shopping. They glance at me, their  eyes hitching a glance on my badge and nodding their respect before walking away. It may have been 22 years, but power here is still a dangerous thing. I may be the "Vice president" of a sort, really just the captain of the armies, but they all know I am really just a capitol boy. A boy taken pity upon who quickly grew to power.

I hurry my pace, if I am to make it my truck and my destination, I must hurry. I make it to the barren lot, where the guards glance at me. One rolls a cigar between his filthy fingers and eyes me. He blows out a ring of smoke and questions: "Name?"

I force myself not to roll my eyes. I know they know who I am. They are jealus. Well, they roll in envy, because I won my ranking on *my* back, not money and poisen. "David Compassner,"

The two roll a chuckle between themselves and say, "Come for your mommy, Compass?"

I bite my tongue. I've had fights between idiots before, and to be honest, I really just want to get this job done. "No, I've come for my truck to take me to 10. Sergant Eric should already be here."

"Oh, poor compass, it wasn't enough to get you here on time?" Cigar breath snickers and flicks the cigar onto the ground. I force my eyes not to follow it.

They give another laugh, but I am not providing them good enough satsifaction, so they finally open the gates. I brush by them and find my truck. I swing in, Eric at the wheel. He glances at me, "Hey compass,"

"Hey," I mutter.

He checks behind him, mouthing something, his eyes darting around the packages. He nods and turns back, starting the ignition. "You ok?" He asks.

"Fine."

He pulls out, and gives a small chuckle. "Yes, you compass, have been fine for 22 years."

I glare at him.

He grins and heads onto the road. "Lighten up, Compass. We're on a mission."

I stare straight ahead. "Yes, what do you think of it?"

He shurgs, turning left. "I don't know, I mean, we've been looking for this girl for years. It seems odd we're only just finding her,"

"You know the plan, right?"

"Yep. I take the dude, you take control of the ship. Give molah so the girl has no choice but to stay. then we kill dude, and her. Make her hurt. Blah, blah, more boring crap."

I roll my eye for what seems like the milionth time today and settlle in.

I don't know how we make it so fast, but we do. We reach the border, then hop on a train with our supplies loaded on, that takes us to the city. (Santa Fe, I think,) and yet another truck that takes us to the closest lot to the dock.

My feet finally land on firm ground. I grab my gun, swing it on my back. Check on Eric. He's following.

"C'mon, We've gotta make it before any of them leave," I say and he makes effort so we walk the same pace.

It is the same in 10 as the capitol. People glance then away. They want nothing to do with authrity.

When we reach the dock, *Marissa Tear* has only just landed. People are just sucttling on like snails when me and Eric thunder on. The first person who sees us frowns. He is a tall fellow, with curly blond hair and blue eyes. He wears blue jeans, a black jacket and brown vest. He gives me a hand, which I ignore. "Can I help you, sirs?" He asks.

"Yes," I say, straightening to show off my gun. I am a few inches taller then him. He must find this intimaditing or something because he tries to straighten to his full height, but the result is him looking like he is on a streching torture device. He gives up. "I would like to see your, uh, captain. Captain Jason."

"May I ask why?"

"No."

"Are you an authrity?"

"I'm the head commander of the Capitol's armies. What do you think?" I answer, daring him to say something clever.

Apparntly, a word surfeces, but he wisly swallows it and turns to get him.

Suddenly a voice perices the air, "What do you mean, You left the child at 11?" Female, full of power.

I glance at Eric, who shrugs. A low voice replies, and I cannot make it out. Her voice answers, "Well perfect. You left your own damn daughter! How dumb can you be? She could be kidnapped! Or worse! and in this god-forsaken world who the crap knows what could happen?" The voice pauses, and I can't help thinking that this girl must know real life and power when her voice comes closer and she talks again, "Jason? What's wrong?-"

"A commander?"

"What?"

Then she appears, and I feel every compliment I had for this son of a woman fall to air. What is wrong with me?