montadelo steel〚 d13 cb 〛

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He was 6 when his parents gave him away. From what he knows, there were both devoted soldiers, who would quite literally give anything to the district. Since the beginning, it has always been District 13 above all. 

Childhood for him was the library. Ames Academy had been his home for the last twelve years, and he never quite eased into it. They've trained him well - he's always on alert. Always scanning, memorizing, analyzing. The collection of information is addictive, you never know what you might need to know. A mind that never stops, a boy who never quits. 

They train young spies on everything: combat, improvisation weapons, espionage, disguise, manipulation, explosives, air crafts, cartography. He knows two dead languages, the tease of overhearing and knowing is overwhelmingly enticing. The pressure to overload his brain sits on his shoulders; he anticipates being deployed as each week goes by. 

It's what keeps him going. 

Montadelo, Montadelo. He has only seen his parents once since being boarded at Ames Academy - he had killed someone. A student from Kostas, on accident. Two of them had jumped him in an Ames bathroom, held him down as they stomped on his chest. The fight was cut short after that; once Montadelo got to his feet, he and a boy named Roman met each other hand to hand briefly. He grabbed the Kostas boy by the shirt before throwing him back, watching as he cracked his skull on the raised tile step. 

The other boy ran off, but Montadelo, he just watched as the blood filled the cracks.