Resistance

A/n: I know it's been a while, but I have been writing. Actually I wrote a lot, I think I have two chapters after this that I've already written, but I just kept forgetting to update. Anyways, hope you like this.
(The last chapter was the last 'bonus' or flash back chapter, so this ones regular. If you don't remember the chapter before this, you can go and read it. Also, while I was typing this auto correct somehow thought that my mess up of the word 'remember' was YOU IDIOT!, glad I caught that : )

-I had finished with the flapjacks, and was now balancing the two giant plates I had made in my arms.

When I appeared in the doorway they all looked up from the work they had been doing at the table they had cleared off.

All hounding me, they grabbed plates from the other side of the table where they had pushed them, and took most of the pancakes, but left me a generous amount.

They all sat down and started scarfing down their plates while they continued with the papers in front of them.

I sat off to the side and watched them, James seemed to be doing fine, but the other two looked a little confused and were scribbling on there papers just to cross it out.

I finished my plate, and stood up, grabbing their empty ones and setting them off to the side.

I came up behind Carter and looked over his shoulder. They were doing supply planning, calculating costs. I looked at the orders and troops, they were all over the border, and it looked like they were concentrating an attack in our deploy stations. The biggest group was near our border in the east, right near our biggest base. It wasn't near my camp, we had that farther north, but it looked like I would be visiting our base.

Then I studied his equations, it looked like he was having trouble with the time it takes to make supplies so they could have them in time.

"Carter, it takes approximately 10 hours to make a sword, and they can make several at a time while they have the cooling periods, and they have several workers. So they probably make 10 swords per hour on a good day. Multiply that by the amount of sword smiths and give a present differential for slow days. They make about 1 dollar per hour. Then the pay is 10 cents per mile you travel, and 1 cents per pound of cargo. Find how many pounds a sword is or whatever your cargo is, and multiply that by how many your shipping. And that by how many miles. That's your total.", he looked at me like I was a toddler spouting off neuroscience.

"What? Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't math.", actually I had created a cure to cancer, when I was fifteen, I could definately math, and science, better than any of them.

"I didn't say that, it's just that girls usually can't calculate such hard equations, they just run the cashiers sometimes.", yeah so hard.

"Thalia, you shouldn't be looking at the charts, it's top secret, and we can't have it getting out.", Aidon said.

"Don't worry my lips are sealed", 'to the general population, but I can't promise I won't keep that big troop from my base.', he looked up from his work that he was doing.

Aidon raised his eyebrows,"oh really?", he grinned, and it reminded me of the good old times. I made a mental note to make it clear not to harm the troops over there.

"Thalia, if you're so good at calculations, come over here and take this paper, you'll be doing costs of shields, which are on high demand since we're so close to the border. The Rebels seem to sneak into camp even though we have patrols and they somehow melt all our shields while we're asleep.

I had to stifle a laugh, I remember when I ordered to do that. It was still funny hearing the stories that some of them told about the regulated waking up and looking confused about why their shields were now a hunk of random metal.