Above

47

Yeeva
The image of Estelle and Leeciy wrapped around each other, kissing in the back of a store, with her pressed against the fridges, that held the foreign sodas, was probably burned into the back of my mind for the rest of my life, as I've been glaring at it on some gossip website. 
President Finn was too worried about her tarnished image to even look at a computer, to see the image blowing up on social media. 
"Miss Neeva." Someone says from behind me. 
I turn around to be face to face with Maverick. 
"What are you looking at?" She asks. 
I motion to the computer. "Your slut-of-a-sister kissing her newest boy-toy in the back of some Japanese store." 
Maverick looks briefly. "What's a slut?" 
"She gets with a bunch of guys, and now she's moved onto Leeciy-Po." I explain, like I was talking to a five-year-old. 
She looks closely at the picture. "She's with one boy." 
"I killed another one of her playthings, I might just have to do it again." I growl. 
"Shouldn't we tell Alyxa?" She asks. 
"Finn's first move would be to bomb that city, and I'm not exactly in the mood to have thousands of lost innocent lives on my shoulders." I say. 
Maverick turns her head to the side. "We cannot plan a proper attack if we don't consult our leader." 
"I'm pretty sure if we told Finn, she'd march down there herself, before ripping Estelle's head off, and if I recall correctly, I reserved that." I say, shutting down the huge fifty inch computer. "Plus, I'm trying to see if they have a pattern on the way they travel." 
"Well, they're obviously fans of kissing in foreign stores." 
"Better than making out in the Oval Office." i point out, since I've caught Maverick and President Finn doing just that on numerous occasions. 
"I suppose." She says. 
Her ignorance makes me want to jump off a high building. 
"Anyway, let me know if you see anything about Estelle in the next couple days." She says, as if she's my supervisor. 
"Anything you say." I roll my eyes. 
She nods happily, before walking to the automatic doors and leaving.
God, I hate her.
***
The next day I see a photo of the two of them driving, and the day after that I see another photo of them tucking into a corner playing tonsil tennis. 
They had all been in North Dakota, and they all say that they were both staying in a dingy, also foreign motels. 
I write that down in a little journal I keep under my mattress. 
***
I wake up like normal, and shower like usual. 
We have yogurt and blueberries for breakfast, and the weird girl named Arkin sits next to me, talking my ear off. 
After breakfast I go to the lab, and take my usual chemistry lesson.
After that, I head to the bunker to grab my notebook so I could go to the computer lab and do more research. 
When I get to the bunker, and reach under my mattress, I couldn't find it.
This sends me into panic mode, and I flip my mattress off the bed, frantically looking. 
I flip the bed next to mine and storm away, headed toward the computer lab. 
Maverick was showcasing the three pictures I had found to President Finn, which made Finn really happy, and in her right hand was my leather-bound journal.
"We'll get our troops right on it." 
I glare at Maverick, who smiles at Finn. 
"Thank you Alyxa, I was really concerned about our country's safety." 
"As am I, Mavie." Finn says, tapping her nose. "Now, come with me so we can show General Smith." 
I follow behind them stealthily, right into the training room, where our newest cadets, which ranged in ages 7-19, were practicing on dummies. 
General Smith immediately salutes Finn, before listening, nodding his head. 
He calls to the cadets, telling them that they're dismissed. 
They all high-five and leave. 
I hide behind a headless dummy while they leave, then look over the dummy's shoulder. 
"We'll attack in the night." Smith says. "They'll probably be asleep." 
"And so will most of the only soldiers, so we get to pick." Finn says, smiling. 
"I get to pick." Smith says.
"Who do you think you'll bring?" The president asks. 
"Ceder, John, Mark, Neeva, and Maverick." Smith says. 
Finn cocks her head. "There is fourteen rebels we have to take down." 
"We're taking six highly trained fighters, they'll still feel outnumbered." 
Finn laughs. "Of course, how silly of me to presume otherwise!" 
"Okay, call everyone to the conference room, we have planning to do." 
***
I sit in the back, next to Mark, who was a monster compared to me. He was a staggering 6'7 of pure genetically engineered muscle. 
Maverick was doing tracking spells on Estelle, her nose bleeding after just one. 
She tells Smith the location and we start planning. 
I had the most important job of slamming down the door and assassinating Estelle, by putting a bullet through her head. 
Even though the plan was for Maverick to follow me and kill everyone else in her motel room, I'll probably turn around and kill her, then everyone else, and make up some bogus excuse, like September had a gun that we didn't know about and he shot Maverick. 
Mark takes out the other room, followed by Ceder, who gets to kill the cat, which she is plenty excited about. 
John gets to kill the remaining guys, while Smith gets to take out anyone else that remains. 
We head to the weapon area to pick our weapons. 
I pick a simple handgun and a few throwing knives, Maverick picks an old-fashioned mace, Mark picks a shotgun, Ceder picks an assortment of tiny knives to slit the tiny critter's throat open with, John picks a shotgun too, since both him and mark were trained on them, and General Smith takes a sniper rifle. 
We all load our stuff into the small jet, then head to bed, sly smirks on our faces.
I can't wait to watch Estelle bleed out.