He meant everything to her. Three years later and she'd still do anything to keep him safe, sacrifice everything to protect him- even if that meant keeping him at an arm's length.
She was the one person who truly knew him. The one person he'd choos...
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Eight men. That's how many people had volunteered to go on the mission.
Sawyer glanced at his son, locking onto his eyes. Neither of them said a word, silence filling the space as they flew towards the Capitol. The only sound penetrating their eardrums was the jet's engine, rumbling loudly from where they resided against the wall.
Determination flickered in Rhett's eyes, the same look likely in Sawyer's. He hadn't wanted him to come on the mission, but it hadn't even been a question. Rhett was going to come whether he liked it or not. It was his baby sister and he wouldn't sit back and let someone else screw up saving her. Neither would Sawyer.
"Mockingjay One, Mockingjay One." Plutarch announced, voice echoing through the speakers from back in District 13. "You are one minute out from perimeter defense."
"Going dark." Their pilot responded, lights subsequently flickering off.
"Stay low in case they're online."
Sawyer pulled his helmet over his head, gripping his rifle tightly in his fingertips as a countdown sounded. There was a low humming noise, indicating that they were lowering down over the Tribute Center— where his daughter was.
"Gear up." Boggs ordered, getting to his feet.
Sawyer and Rhett both stood with the rest of the team, ready to infiltrate the building. They'd gotten into Capitol airspace undetected, meaning that they hadn't been discovered yet. Snow didn't know they were there.
"Dad," Rhett said, his voice low next to his father's ear. "I've got your back."
"And I have yours." Sawyer echoed, nodding once. "Be careful."
Rhett mirrored him, his head tilting down. They were getting her back.
"All right." Boggs announced, voice coming out muffled from inside his mask. "Open the door."
The landing strip opened a moment later, a slight breeze rushing through the jet. Boggs shot down into the glass of the building, shards reigning down to the floor below as gas filled the inside. If there was anyone there, they'd be unconscious by the time they got down to them.
Rhett shrugged his shoulders out, holding his gun securely against his chest. Nothing else mattered except for his sister. Nothing else was more important to him than her. And he'd do anything, kill anyone who got in the way of getting her back.
"Get ready to drop." Boggs ordered, eyes lifting to the various men surrounding him.
Sawyer grabbed hold of the rope in front of him, waiting for the signal. As soon as it was given, he dropped down out of the jet with the rest of the team— silently infiltrating the Tribute Center.
