ME: Time for a reference to ForFutureReference's Vox Libertas, as well as his headcanon for Snow's plans regarding District Twelve.

I have to admit, I'm starting to rethink my decision regarding District Twelve.

To call it a District is generous at best; it's a poor town of eight thousand or so people. Funny enough, during the North American Era the poverty rate of what Twelve once was-Hazelton, Pennsylvania-was only 6.7 percent compared to the 12.5 percent of the rest of the state (what the North American nation known as the United States called its District equivalents). With Thread and his Brigade (plus all but a company of the old guard) out of the way and the Victors either in the arena or the Capitol (Haymitch Abernathy is not a popular Victor compared to even Johanna Mason of Seven, so I can easily have him arrested for treason then hanged as an example to the masses once Twelve is gone and the Star-Crossed Lovers have met their end in the Quell) I felt I could have the Praetorian Enforcers annihilate Twelve and blame it on District Thirteen.

But while my counterpart in Thirteen, a manipulative woman named Alma Coin (granted, as I myself know to survive in the nest of vipers that is politics one must become a snake themselves), is definitely not scrambling to help save Twelve, the looming war with Thirteen will be a challenge. Coal is only useful as a cheap way for the rabble in the Production Districts to heat their homes; it's the only way Miss Everdeen gained the skills needed to survive the Seventy-Fourth Hunger Games, otherwise Cray wouldn't have been allowed to be so lax for so long.

Rather, the real use of Twelve is as a main operating base. The most northeastern of all the continental Districts, it would allow the Peacekeepers to launch attacks against District Thirteen. While it would take time for Thirteen to clear out the scorched remnants of Twelve and establish an MOB of their own, it would prevent that from happening.

So after I take a look at some maps, I decide to make an audio only call to my Chief Enforcer.

"My master, I await your command," he answers.

"Slight change of plans," I tell him. "Check your inbox, I'm sending some maps for you now."

A thirty second pause. "Mr. President, sir, what is the change in my orders? I thought they were to destroy District Twelve, my master."

I smile at him not getting the point. "Don't worry, there's a fifty-fifty chance it'll happen anyway.

"The new plan is simple: The Bomber Squadron is to land somewhere safe but out of visual range of Twelve to maintain OPSEC and await further orders. Should Everdeen and Mellark be killed without incident, District Twelve will be allowed to remain as an MOB to stage an assault on Thirteen. Otherwise, it may very well become 'the District on fire.'"

"Right away, my master. By the way, my aide complements you on the magnificence of your beard."

"Acknowledged," I reply simply. "Out."

I suspect an affair is occurring between my Chief Enforcer and his aide. No matter; to compensate for the fact narcotics are prohibited to maintain operational efficiency and with all Enforcers sterilized (last thing I need is a pregnant operative or for them to raise children), fraternization regulations are nonexistent. In fact, I have sent surplus Avoxes to the Enforcers; I have no illusions about what happens to them.

But I have more important things to worry about than a mining town and subversives.