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Since the industry change, chaos could have erupted at any point in time from the obvious confusion. Originally a District full of Panem's smartest mathematicians and brains - maybe second to only District 6 - District 10 had been asked to shift from math to the previous District 5's industry: Livestock. Animals were either sent over from District 5 or caught again for more supplies, and the past brains of the country were now shifting from their previous jobs into ranching and breeding. While the transition would be tremendous, the Peacekeepers in the area made certain that - as to their name - peace was to be maintained - in the way the Capitol liked the concept.

Two Peacekeepers watched over from a hill. One had an orange band over his right shoulder, and he looked on with a frown and sharp brows. Breathing in the new manure-covered lands was a shock to the lungs; and, once in a while, the man covered his mouth and nose, coughing.

"Keep them in line, Drew, 'kay? I have to go take a break over at the restroom."
"Yeah, okay..."
Snicker. "No running off on me. Bad boys don't run off from Peacekeepers, do they?" Feet that were beside the younger Peacekeeper crunched grass and started to become distant.
Sigh. "Of course, no..."