Large armoured jeeps surround the building with Peacekeepers piling out one by one to block every entry way so the family could not escape. The Cronin's family has been caught for hiding and keeping their children away from the reaping and the games for two years. A curtain shifts quickly at the window and the Head Peacekeeper, Struve, pointed at the movement and ordered two heavily armed men to break down the door. Steven, a man that has been working with the Capitol for years waved a hand at the window near him, signalling they are trying to escape. Struve raised his arm and fired. The two men by the front bashed in the door and headed in, only coming out five minutes later with the two parents wrapped up in a hold, preventing them to move.

"In the car!" He shouted. The parents cried aloud as they seen their young boy get torn apart from their daughter. Screaming and pleading won't help them for what they have done; they have already destroyed their chances of peace. The boy fought against the men but they only kicked behind his knee making him fumble to the ground, and pushing him into the car. Struve put the gun in his holster and strutted over to a car with a young with brown hair and green eyes and leaned forward with a smirk. He glared at Struve but that only made him smile more.
"Get away from my baby!" The mother cried.
Struve chuckled thinking of how naive they were to try and defy the Capitol for any longer, he knew they could not get away with it. Even for just two years, they will get a bad whipping. How selfish they are for hiding their children from the Capitol, they must of known they couldn't do that for long without getting caught. He looked at the boy in wonder and thought of the use he will be to district two. Struve adjusted his helmet and simply stated. "You're one of us now kid." His hand slapped the armoured jeep, letting the driver know he can go. Struve held up two fingers to let him know where to take him and the driver nodded understanding then driving off. He caught site of Steven sending the other child away and walking towards the last vehicle that held the parents. He sat in the front and looked back to see their faces written in anger but with tears flooding down their faces. Struve only laughed and pressed his foot down on the gas before speeding away.
"Let's get them to President Snow." He chuckles. "He knows what he wants to do with them."