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Cloves PoV
I glance in the mirror, trying to pin back the gaping hole in my black top.
"C'mon princess! You don't need to look good for a freaking break in!"
I glare at my partner. A stupid, large blonde brute of a boy.
Cato Hadley.
Dumbass extraordinaire.
"I'm not trying to look pretty! I'm trying to ensure my freaking top doesn't fall off!"
He rolls his eyes.
"That's really not a big deal."
"It is to me. I would prefer you don't look at my breast!" I snap shoving past him.
He raises an eyebrow at me, opening his mouth to say something but I interrupt.
"If it's something perverted, I'm gonna stab you."
He shuts his mouth again and I nod.
"Good. Now get over here."
He follows after me to the tall brick building. I pull out my phone.
"Says the code here....77921-11808-3214. Punch it in."
"To what?"
"The freaking door lock!"
"Can you repeat that...slower?"
"How are you so stupid?!"
"Don't be mean. Repeat."
"Seeeeeeeevvveeeeeeeeeeeeeen...........seeeeeeevvvve-"
"Faster than that!"
"77921.....11808....3214. If you didn't get that I will hurt you."
The door beeps and he smirks at me.
"There you go princess."
"Stop calling me that."
He raises his hands in surrender as I march into the dark building.
"Be quiet or I'll stab you"
I scamper across the tile floor and pull up beside a large computer looking thing. But it's not just a computer. It's a vault holding the earnings of one of the most wealthy men in all of Panem. Coriolanus Snow.
I brush off the keyboard and instantly begin to type. The screen illuminates, as I punch in number after number, Cato uselessly watching me work. I don't even know why they send him with me. I would get a lot more done with him out of my hair.
I finish the code, and smirk.
"That was easy! The most secure bank account really? I mea-"
I freeze suddenly as a loud piercing alarm begins to sound. Lights begin to flash and I curse under my breath, grabbing Catos hand and dragging him down the hall.
"Where are we going?!" he hisses.
I frantically search the hall, then see it.
"Janitors closet! Now!"
"There's a janitors closet in a bank?"
"Apparently! Now in!"
I shove his back as he stumbles into the tiny dark space, me close behind. I click the door shut and step back into the darkness, bumping into something.
I spin around in surprise, and find Cato right up against me.
"It's tiny in here!" he whispers.
