Draco : Domitian
In the Shadows
Masterminding a rebellion was hard.
Really, Draco thought there should have been a giant flashing warning that appeared when he was given the chance to agree to reincarnation: THIS IS A BAD IDEA.
But that warning had not appeared.
And even if it had, Draco wasn't entirely sure if he'd have listened.
Still, at least then he'd know he couldn't complain.
Nevertheless, here he was, reading about the railroad system at three in the morning and downing more pills just to stay awake than even the most stereotypical citizen did on a daily basis.
(The pills were another thing; while most were kind of pointless from the perspective of an insurgency several—including the pep pills—were more noticeably useful, and so he'd had to dedicate time and energy into figuring out how to distribute said pills.)
The train system was…
It was a mess.
There were 12 Districts.
13 at the time the railroad was created.
The most that could be said about the rail network was that each of those Districts was connected to the Capitol.
There was a giant rung of tracks surrounding the Capitol; the (sole, because having more than one per District was obviously insane) stations for 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10, and 11 were all on the rung, and then connected directly to the Capitol. District 4 connected through District 2's station and Districts 8 and 12 (and formerly 13) were connected through 11's. The gates where the tracks went from one District to another were thick, usually closed, and infrequently manned—the trains were, instead, and would shoot down anyone who got too while a gate was open.
And that was it.
Within Districts there was almost no transport other than roads—the Capitol didn't want to 'give them that power'—and that was… a problem, from a logistical point of view.
So now he was trying to figure out if there was any former rail that could be brought into working order.
It was a century old.
He would figure it out.
Just at the edge of his senses Luxe and Cicero were busy trying to figure out what the next day—Day 6—would bring; the Alliance's attack plan, they raved, was clearly amazing, but would they attack tomorrow or the next day? And, for that matter, what would the Gamemakers throw at them? Day 5, after all, had been the 'woodlands' day, marked by rapidly growing trees which had forced those within the cornucopia to constantly run around clearing their area while the Teams outside sprinted in every direction, trying to avoid getting stuck several dozen meters in the air as trees burst out of the ground directly below them.
Draco had to listen to the stream 24/7, unfortunately.
Any hint—even the slightest wisp of one—that the rest of the Capitol might be growing suspicious would be quashed immediately.
Draco pulled up another document outlining the former District 7 rail network, popped another pill, and reminded himself that, one way or another, he was almost done.