A/N - I realized my own mistake. The mist was already in the works and Janae and Plutarch knew about it. My oversight. That's what happens when you wait so long between chapters, I'm sorry.

JPOV

"What the hell, Plutarch!" I whisper angrily at no one really, since my brother is at the arena headquarters, watching the same things I'm watching. I don't understand what Snow is up to. Yes, he hates this girl, this girl who has proven that she is indeed, in love with the boy who came with her from their first games.

I walk quicker to my destination, to my own headquarters as it were. People are there, waiting for my word. We need to get them out sooner than planned and I don't know that we are ready yet. It seems that with all that's happened, Katniss could be pregnant as well. She is showing so many signs and not acting like she had in the last set of her games. Whatever I learned about her through watching those video clips and her interviews, she was anything but weak. And she isn't now, but fainting and vomiting aren't two things I would have pictured from her.

When I get to my "office" I look around me to make sure no one was following me before I unlock the heavy frosted glass door. I lock it again behind me and walk into a room, go to the wall lined with books and pull down an old dictionary that had been salvaged from long ago. A hidden door slowly opens and I walk in, making sure to put the book back.

The buzzing of computers and lights from large screens set in front of me are playing past clips of this twisted version of Snow's "Game" and three are following the current happenings in the arena.

Andrew, my best field operator and tracker comes up to me, leans close and asks, "What's happening? Why is Snow rushing this? It's a Quarter Quell; they all know how to kill."

"I don't know and neither does Plutarch. He said that Snow released that poison gas in there. He had no clue." I look at Andrew and his expression must match my own. Absolute confusion as to what comes next. I shrug and shake my head. "How are we going to get them out this soon? Is the hovercraft even ready?"

Just then a young woman comes up to us, nervous and kind of bends before me. "I'm sorry Miss Havensbee. But it is in fact ready to go."

"Then let's get going." I reply and look straight down at this woman in front of me, "When you say it's ready, you mean a full tank of gas and food? Medicine? I need to know that ready is absolutely ready."

"It's been packed up for days now and we fixed the paint job on it so it looks exactly like the one the tributes were dropped off in. No one will know that we aren't just going in for another body and by the looks of it, we won't need to explain to anyone the way these tributes are dropping." She answers, nervousness gone it seems and she is standing tall in front of me.

I nod my head at her. "Alright, let me send word to Plutarch, meet us for an early dinner. Someone needs to get Ms. Trinket and Mr. Abernathy as well, she knows something is up and I don't want her to get punished when we all disappear with her tributes."

Andrew nods and heads to another exit, "I've got them. I'll be back in ten minutes."

"Perfect, now to call my brother. Hopefully Snow isn't in the command room with him, otherwise he may just invite himself to dinner as well." I turn my back to the computers and exit through the way I came in. There I pick up a phone and make my call. "Yes, Plutarch please? Thank you."

I hear some shuffling of feet, which is odd, they usually just patch me through to be heard by everyone when he's in the command room unless I ask otherwise. "Plutarch here."

"It's me. Can you meet me for an earlier dinner? I know we discussed later, but something came up and I can't make it then."

His voice lowers and the hairs on the back of my neck rise. "Sorry, sister, looks like I'll be having dinner with the President tonight. We'll have to make it up for another night. But I promise you I will see you later."

He hangs up and I'm not sure what to do; he was the mastermind behind all of this and yet was he prepared for this twist? I know he mentioned something about he may have to stay behind, he may have to deal with Snow by himself before escaping to retrieve the tributes we want from the arena. I just don't know that I'm ready to do this all by myself. I'll have to though, I have no choice, and I was not raised with a game maker just to cower away when he wasn't near.

Within ten minutes of having sent Andrew on his mission, he returns with a slightly less green Haymitch and a very excited Effie.

"What the hell is going on?! Plutarch said we weren't leaving until tomorrow night?" Haymitch yells, tripping over some unseen object on the floor.

"Plans have changed Mr. Abernathy. We are leaving now, without him as Snow has him." I say quietly. I have no time to deal with this drunk, "We have tributes to get out and a rebellion to get on with."