What a BAD idea.
Katniss was standing is the hovercraft bay waiting for a hovercraft to come pick her up. The rest of the tributes were milling around, showing off the new uniforms. These suits were different than the previous years'. They were red and blue; some even had designs. For example, hers was red with a kitten with spikes on it. Peeta's was blue with vegetables on it. He strolled over.
"Hey. You ready?"
"Yep. You?"
"I wonder what the holdup is."
"Yeah. I heard that the gamemakers are changing the arena last minute."
Suddenly a voice came over the intercom.
"Change of plans, tributes," said the voice of Claudius Templesmith. Katniss and the other tributes looked up in confusion. "This year you will be using instantaneous teleporters to get to the arena. And we're going to tell you where you're going to be this year. Katniss waited for the name.
"Blood Gulch."
Red Base
Simmons yawned. He was just getting his first cup of coffee at 10 AM, after Sarge's early morning runs and exercise sessions. After all, he was the only soldier who actually worked. Donut was cooking bacon and pancakes in the kitchen, Grif was sitting at the bar, and Sarge was reading a month old newspaper.
Simmons said to Grif "Listen, what's that noise?" a low hum was coming from outside they all ran to the door to check it out.
Blue Base
Church opened his eyes trying to register what the noise was that woke him. A dull hum. "Caboose! Are you running the blender."
"Help! My fingers got chopped off. Now I only have 10."
"Just somebody shut that noise up."
"Church! Get up here now! There's something you need to see."
Church recognized the urgency in Tucker's voice. He threw on his armor and hurried to the top of the base.