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Eagle

Rylee's POV

"Divergents, it is time for you to return to the regular facility of Operation Trump Dump!" Our runner said cheerily, almost with relief. 

"Does that mean...the Eagle has been chosen!?" Jenna gasped. 

"Yes," the runner smiled. "Mr. Olson will be making an announcement to the entire rebellion!" 

My eyes lit up with excitement as I joined the other nine divergents and the runner in the cramped elevator. 

Finally, it was time. Finally, this rebellion was really going to get started!

As we arrived at the top and spilled out of the elevator, I was surprised by the sheer number of Trump Dumpers who spilled out of every door in the gigantic warehouse. I had no idea there were this many people at OTD! 

We all gathered in a huge, empty hall on the ground floor, so packed together there was barely enough room for our feet. Some even had to watch the proceedings from a room upstairs, because there wasn't enough space!

"Quiet down, everyone, quiet down," Mr. Olson's kind, powerful voice fell upon us through the speakers. 

"Today we gather to commemorate the rise of a real life Mockingjay," he paused, hearing the crowd's laughter. 

"That reference was not meant to be humorous," he said crossly. "We are living in the Hunger Games, and we need a Katniss! We need someone who can step up and become a symbol. We need someone who can become something bigger than all of us! Something big enough to defeat Donald Trump!" 

The crowd roared in approval, stirred by the passion and truth in their leader's words. 

"But this cannot be just anyone. It takes someone special to be the Eagle. It takes someone who knows how to balance their head and their heart. It takes a fighter, it takes a winner, it takes a human bird of prey! And when I first saw these ten young people, I knew they had it in them. Would the divergents of Operation Trump Dump please come forward." 

The shocked Trump Dumpers made way for us as we approached the stage, surprised to see our gray jumpsuits. 

"Once again, the reference is not a joke! These kids are called divergents because they're different in ways no one really understands. They're special, they're amazing, and I'm sure each one will move on to do great things. However, only one of them can be our Eagle." 

The members of OTD held their breaths, their eyes glued to the stage as they waited for Mr. Olson's announcement. 

"Even among these ten exceptional young rebels, one stood out to me. She has a kind of natural grit and determination that's just perfect for this. When I look at her, I see America written all over her face. Let's hear it for...Rylee Stone!" 

"Yes!" I screeched, forgetting how ridiculous I looked for a second. I walked over to the leader of OTD, high-fived Mr. Olson, waited as the sea of cameras began to click. 

"Congrats, Rylee!" Dee grinned. 

"So that's where you were!" David smiled. "I was wondering where you'd gone!" 

"Well, Miss Eagle, I guess it's time you start to look the part!" Mr. Olson snapped his fingers and two huge metal sheets came down from the ceiling, hanging from thick wires. They stuck to my skin, conforming to my body as they wrapped, tied, and printed. Finally, they pulled away, and the crowd went wild. 

"Eagle! Eagle! Eagle!" They chanted in perfect unison, screaming and throwing money. I put my hand out in front of me and gasped, turning it back and forth while flexing my fingers. My entire body was covered in plates of gold and silver armor, and long talons extended from my fingertips. The costume was amazing! I looked and felt like a fantasy warrior. 

"Let's see if this thing works, shall we?" Mr. Olson smiled, pulling a nearly unseen lever on the back of my Eagle costume, which I realized was a stylized version of the typical Trump Dumper jumpsuit with OTD printed in block letters across the chest. 

Instantly, I felt something brush against my spine really hard, and two huge, gorgeous, silvery gray wings unfurled at my sides. 

"Trump Dumpers, I present to you...the Eagle! Rylee Stone!" 

I took a deep breath in, savoring the thunderous applause. 

"You should say something," Mr. Olson nudged me, handing me the mic. There was pin drop silence as I took a deep breath, preparing to speak. 

"I am honored to stand here today, as your Eagle," I began. "But I would never have gotten here if it wasn't for each and every one of you. Every Trump Dumpers is part of the fight, every Trump Dumpers matters! Let's go show those Trumpists they can't tell us we're not worth it anymore! Let's show them what we stand for!"

The crowd loved my little speech, some of them even started throwing money at me! Finally, Mr. Olson pulled me backstage. 

"You have a lot of work to do, Rylee," he said gravely. 

"I know, we kind of have a dictator to overthr-" 

"I'm not talking about the rebellion. I'm talking about you," he sighed. "You're going to assassinate Donald Trump." 

"What!?" I gasped. True, I hated Trump, but I'd never think of actually taking a fellow human's life. This wasn't like the simulations, and it wasn't like training. This was real!

"That's right," Mr. Olson nodded. "But don't worry, you won't be alone. I'll have Dumpers there to assist you every step of the way. We'll make sure you get out of Trump City safely regardless of whether or not the assassination is successful or not, we've already got it all planned." 

"I'm not sure if I want to-" 

"You don't have a choice, Rylee. You do it, or nobody does. With the way we're going to advertise you, they're going to think you're a legend. You can't let them down, Rylee. You've proven to us that you can play the part of the Eagle, now show us that you can live it!" 

"Alright..." I sighed. 

"Great! You're going to do it on July 4 of this year." 

"July 4?" I raised an eyebrow. 

"It's fitting, don't you think?" Mr. Olson chuckled. "America was born on July 4, 1776, and it will be reborn on July 4, 2018." 

"But...that means I have just over a month to prepare!" I gasped. 

"You'll do fine, Rylee, we all believe in you!" Mr. Olson said enthusiastically. 

I'm not so sure about this...