AN: Hello, and thanks for clicking on the link :D! So this is basically a trial run to see if you guys will like it or not. Basically if it sinks then c ya later.

For any of my readers are coming from my Inheritance Cycle story then I must say that I am so sorry for not updating it, but I just needed something different, and again sorry!

Anyways without me spouting more nonsense, on with the preview!

Date: April 3, 2012

The florescent lights kept a steady and constant buzzing while it filled the room with its florescent light. The room had 3 dull white walls with a one-way window on the final wall and a door to Katniss' right. She knew that there were people behind the window looking at her, and made sure that she kept a solid poker face, as she looked right back at them with her stormy grey eyes. She was in her military uniform, with combat boots and her usual desert camo pants and shirt. She had her hair in a bun to keep it out of the way while she moved. Her wrists were cuffed together and attached to the table she was sitting with two microphones on the shiny surface of the table. One facing her while the other faced the opposite way.

She had been in the room for over an hour now, just waiting for what she already knew was going to happen.

They must be trying to get me to crack or something thought Katniss as she continued to stared daggers at the window. She drummed her fingers against the table to calm her annoyance.

She had been sitting at the table for another half an hour before she heard a click to her right as a man in a cheap suit came in. He had short brown hair with streaks of white in a few places, and brown eyes that looked like mud hidden behind a pair of round-rimmed glasses. He kept his eyes on the table as he placed a folder on the table and opened up to look at its contents. From what Katniss could tell, it was her record of being in the military.

The man kept his eyes on the record for over five minutes as he jotted down notes on a notepad to the right of the folder. Katniss kept her eyes on him the whole time, unsure of what was to come next from the man. Finally, he looked up from the folder, fixed his glasses and stared Katniss right in the eye. He reached over to her microphone and adjusted it. He then adjusted his microphone and pressed a button at the bottom of both of mics.

"Please state your name for record," said the man. His voice was low and devoid of any emotion.

"Katniss Everdeen," said Katniss as she kept her eyes on the man.

"Date of birth and current age now please."

"May 8th, 1990. Age 22."

"Where were you born?"

"Walnut Bottom, West Virginia."

"How long have you been with the military?"

"Shouldn't all of this be in that damn, little folder of yours?" snapped Katniss. She didn't want to be in the tiny room talking to a total stranger. She just wanted to be finished with this little game they were playing with her

"Please just answer the question," said the man, keeping the same face he had come in with.

"4 years. First year was eight weeks for Basic Training, then spent some more time at marksman training after they saw how well I could shoot," said Katniss as she rested her elbow on the table and her head on one of her cuffed hands. If she was going to have to state the obvious she might as well get it over with.

"You could do more than just shoot, you could hit anything they told you to hit with amazing accuracy," interrupted the man. "You set all of the records at Basic Training and Marksman Training, yet decided to stay where you are now. I wonder why you didn't go for some sort of Special Forces instead of just being a foot soldier?"

"I'm not as great as you say I am, plus I didn't want to be," Katniss conceded. For some reason this was making Katniss fill with rage. She straightened up and continued with more venom and force in her voice. "I wanted to work where I wanted to, not somewhere else and having to keep secrets from people in my life!"

"I see," said the man as he jotted something down in the notepad, unfazed by her sudden spout of fury. "Please continue."

Katniss just stood there, shocked. This man had not flinched an inch since he had walked in and she had to admit, she was impressed. After looking at the man and seeing that he was staying stoic as ever, she rested her head back on her hand. "After finishing basic training I was promoted to private first class. Half a year later I signed up for a tour in
Iraq and now I'm currently serving in on a tour in Afghanistan." She watched the man as he scribbled something down on his notepad.

"You have quite the record private Everdeen. Beside the records at Training, it seems like you've had a good career with nothing but good compliments from your comrades... Well that is until now," said the man, as he looked at the folder again. "Until your recent mission. I guess I should tell you now that you are accused with the war crime of insubordination, Abandoning your squad, murder, or a combination of those three," said the man as he closed the folder and looked at Katniss behind his glasses, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're accusing me of something when you barely have anything on me, and haven't even heard my side of the story," growled Katniss. She knew she had to keep her cool, but something about the man made Katniss want to land a good punch on his face and break his stupid glasses. Plus, she had never been very good at holding back her temper.

"Well then, how about it private Everdeen, lets hear your side of the story, in which every single one of you squad members was killed. Everyone that is, except for you. Even your lieutenant was killed, while you came out of it. You do realize how bad this looks for you, don't you?"

Katniss just kept her mouth shut as she narrowed her eyes and began to glare at the man in front of her again. Katniss kept her eyes locked – filled with rage – on the man's, while his were filled with nothing. The two continued their staring contest for a few minutes, until finally Katniss let out a deep sigh and said, "Fine I'll talk." She took another deep breath and began her story. "March 30, 2012, at o' eight hundred hours. The day started off as any other regular patrol…"

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