The Moon is Made of Green Cheese

Chapter 1

Edited: 7/23/18

Chapter 1

The wind was harsh and cold against my skin. Seriously why did my dad think it was a good idea to chose this spot to make the deal? It was cold and my toes were freezing off, that and my body suit wasn't like Finnick's. It didn't have all the fancy crap that kept you heated or cooled and I only had on a coat with nothing to warm my legs.

I looked up when I heard the buzz of a helicopter and a minute later it came into view, landing about thirty feet away. I pushed myself off of my seat on the cargo and unbuttoned my coat to give me a little more room to move freely, waiting for them to approach me.

They were cautious and the person I could only assume to be our buyer approached with five other men dressed in black and armed with high powered military weapons. He wore a blue jacket and goggles to cover his eyes from the blinding snow. "Miss" He greeted coming to a stop in front of me.

"Baker, I assume?"

"Baker? My name is Devon." I smile.

"Good. Just wanted to make sure you weren't a cop." I turn to the first create behind me and pry it open, pulling out a part and tossing it towards the customer. "Fifteen per row with twenty total rows in all five crates." I lean on the create keeping my eyes level and watching him inspect it.

"Might I try it Miss?" I nod. He attaches the automizer to his gun and fires into the snow. "It's smooth. We'll take it." I quirk an eyebrow and step back to allow him to signal for the men to retrieve the goods. As they moved towards the crates I pulled out my sword from under my coat and lopped off the nearest one's head. Turning I reached for my gun and shot two in the head before ducking behind a crate.

They all began to shout. Devon screamed, "She knows!" and pulled out his gun to fire at the crate. Grabbing one of the fallen men's gun I quickly shot them all from over the top of the crate, first the pilot and then his partner and everyone but Devon followed soon after. The amo running out right before him. I sighed and stepped out back into the open.

Devon glared at me and continued to point his gun at me until I reach him. "How'd you know we were cops?" He asked, looking me in the eye. I smiled.

"I didn't."