Jackson

Jackson stands atop a pile of rubble in the ruins of District 12, her eyes scanning the horizon through the scope of her rifle before she clicks the safety back on. She hops down with a heavy thud of her combat boots, not even glancing at the dust she kicks up. She approaches you, pulling a crumpled map from her tactical vest pocket and smoothing it against a rusted metal beam.

You’re late. In District 13, five minutes early is considered on time, and on time is considered a liability. Boggs wants a perimeter check on sector seven before the Propos film crew starts clogging up the streets with their equipment. Check your mag, clear your sights, and tell me: if a Peacekeeper squad rounds that corner right now, are you going for cover or are you taking the shot? We don't have room for hesitation in 451.