One Last Bullet

Chapter 1

POV: Finnick

ONE MONTH LATER

I reach across my desk and crank up the music, sighing. "Take On Me." Definitely one of my favorite songs. Okay, I am a bit of a nerd. So what? I do a triple spin in my comfortable, lovely, leather chair, smoke wafting slowly from the tip of my cigarette. God, do I love this chair! After a few minutes of jamming out I slide over to my third laptop, checking it for messages and etcetera. I have some spam mail and other useless items. Please. It's like people couldn't see the scam in this crap. I mean, you don't even have to be a computer nerd, like me, to know frickin' common sense. This stuff is so conspicuous, even Ara could tell. Well, I hope at least. Anyways... was I doing something else? What was it?

"Ah, yes! I was going to check on my tests, and look into how Wynter is."

She left to go to Miami, Florida. That's right!

I quickly check my tests, put my cigarette in the ashtray, and grab the phone, dialing her number. I wait through 3 rings. Ah, such a beautiful number. I love the number three. So much about stuff in my house runs off threes.

"Hello?" Wynter's voice is low and quiet.

"Hi! How's my lovely sister today? I was wondering, when you will be getting back? God, how I miss you!" My voice sounds way off my usual tone, making me slightly concerned. Maybe I'm sick. Well, I did try a bit harder to be sweet. Maybe too sweet?

"Shush Finnick! I am on a mission. I'll call you later, got that?" She growls quietly.

"Awe! How about we talk now, and I tell you that there are two guards coming down the main hall." I hear her mutter a curse. I smirk and keep my eyes on the computer screen to my right, while re-lighting the cigarette, "Oh, and Mr. Jan just went into the men's restroom with his newest secretaire. You should really think about letting the poor man have a go with his last mistress."

"Finnick, I just need you to tell me were the guards are. Okay?", she whispers, "And there is no way in hell I'm getting back with that sicko. Tryin to fucking undress me everytime we got alone. Fucking disgusting," .

"Well, then. Did not need that mental image. Thanks Wynter," . I sigh and hang up. I wait counting to myself. One mississippi, two mississippi, three mississippi. Ah, that lovely number, again. She calls back.

"FINNICK!" She angrily whispers.

"Wow. It took you only 34 seconds to call back! Last time it was a full minute! You must really need me." I glance at the computer.

"Oh, and you have a guard coming down the hall behind you. Better find a new hiding spot."

She mutters yet again. Cursing a bit.

"You love me right?" I ask, staring at the computer screen.

"Yes." She mutters back.

"Alright!" I pop my knuckles, light a new cigarette, take a puff, and turn the radio up again. "Okay, you have two options. Go into the air duct above your head or head into the hallway on the left. Up a bit. You then can hide in room 217b. I unlocked it.

"Oh, the air duct option will take you a total of 60 secs and the other, if you're fast enough, about 2 minutes and 32 seconds. I would pick the room saying that you would have a 59 percent chance better than the air duct. But it's totally up to you."

"Cut it out, Finnick." She quickly moves down the hallway, staying silent as always. I grab my drink and take slurp, turning to my front computer. A bunch of tourists walk through the hallways. Aww, the White House is always fun to hack into. Tourists could be so funny! I would have to hack into NASA again. That was fun, watching them panic. Never knew it was me.

She reaches the door a bit early. I click two buttons making the door lock again. She struggles with it.

"Finnick." She whispers again.

"Yes?" I ask staring at the screen.

"Open the door." She growls.

"What do you say?" I ask taking another quick drink.

"Please." She whispers back.

"As you wish!" I reply unlocking the door. "Look, now your on time."

She slips in right as the guard turns to head down the hallway.

"Love you." I whisper.