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"I quite liked last year's tributes. They were real fighters." President Snow commented. Plutarch Heavensbee nodded, remembering the twenty-four children sent into the forested arena. Snow poured himself another cup of tea.
"They certainly were interesting, sir." Heavensbee agreed. The President switched on a nearby projector, which immediately began playing the bloodbath for the previous games. None of the children seemed immensely terrified (save for the District 3 girl, whose eyes were already filled with tears). Heavensbee always liked the fighters.
"Who was your favorite, Plutarch?" Snow asked. The Head Gamemaker pondered over his answer for a moment.
"I wanted that boy from 2 to win. Cato, wasn't it?"
"Yes, yes. I favored Clove, from 2. I've been thinking, Plutarch, what if there is a way for those tributes to come back?" The President mused. "Didn't we create muttations in their likeness? Did we not recreate their features?"
"Yes, sir, it was a very ingenious idea on Seneca Crane's part, but-"
"And then, say, we tossed them back into the arena to fight again. Say that we had them fight again, but with their mentors. What would you call this?"
Heavensbee's mind was whirring with ideas and thoughts until he stumbled upon one small word.
"Quell, sir?"
"Exactly."
The two men ate in silence for a while. On the projection, the boy from District 1 was running a spear though the girl from District 7.
"As a reminder that all generations of the rebels were being killed over and over again, the tributes and their mentors of the previous games must return to the arena," Plutarch Heavensbee said. President Snow smiled his sour smile.
"The arena is ready, I trust?" he asked. Plutarch nodded.
"We just need to fill the separate time zones."
"I want it done by midnight, tomorrow." The President ordered. Heavensbee nodded and stood. "One last thing, my friend."
"Yes, President Snow?"
"We do not have forty-eight tributes ready to go into the arena. We have forty-seven. How do we get another female tribute from District 12?"
"We send in Primrose Everdeen, of course."
Snow grinned.
"An excellent plan."
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