A/N - I hadn't planned on doing this but it came to me suddenly and I knew I had to. This new character will be introduced in the next story. Enjoy!

"Sir, there has been talk…"

"You think I haven't heard about it? You think I don't know what's going on in my districts? Do you really think I haven't heard the rumblings of what she's trying to do?" Snow snaps at me. I cringe inside, knowing that if I let him see the slightest bit of fear in me that I could very well be thrown into that arena at a moment's notice.

"I just mean, sir, what are we going to do about it?" I ask carefully, slowly. This has never happened in any of the Games since I've lived to watch them.

Yes, I had heard about the old man, Haymitch's, figuring out the force field twenty-five years ago, and yes, I had heard about what happened to his family afterwards, but I don't think he had planned on doing anything but save his own life. Much like the two other Victors from 12. It seemed that the girl only wanted to make sure if only one could go home, then neither would and everyone knew the boy would do anything she said. But did they even have a clue as to what they did? I don't think so, but I would never voice that opinion in front of Snow. I would be stuck in that hideous basement of his. I'd seen it, well heard of it, and I knew that it would be housing a few of these Victors in just a few days if he had his way. Depending on who killed whom.

"'We'? 'We' aren't going to do anything. I will be handling this arena from here on out. And first thing's first; how in the hell did she get pregnant when she was given the medication?" The older man paced the room, something I'd rarely seen and given the moment, would choose not to have to see it again. Then his head shot up and with a wicked gleam, he looked and me and said, "We're going to send in a different kind of mutt, see if that doesn't kill them as it should. I want you to send that mist that was made. It should help pick off a few more of them. No doubt she won't be able to handle it as well because of the baby."

I just nod and reply, "Yes, sir, of course. I'll go down there now to tell Plutarch. Anything else, sir?"

"Yes, send Mr. Abernathy up to see me please. I think it's high time we have a little chat." He answered, sitting back down at his oversized desk, putting his hands together under his chin with a too-big grin on his face.

I nodded again and walked out quickly; trying to figure out how to give Plutarch the message that it was time to free those Victors while making sure Haymitch wasn't killed before then.