The basement of the Training Center was dimly lit except for incandescent light bulbs hung from the ceiling at various points. "It's so weird being -" A quiet scared voice whispered.
"In the basement?" A stronger deeper voice asked. Beetee felt Wiress's arms tighten around his elbow. "It's ok, hon. I messed with the security cameras so we can talk freely here." Beetee opened a door in the hallway that led to a conference room. Plutarch Heavensbee was seated at the end of a long conference table. Johanna, Finnick, and Mags were present.
"Woo hoo! We can begin!" Finnick cheered before jumping on the table and stripping out of his clothes. "What?" He asked as he thrust his hips around in a circle while completely naked. "Do you find this distracting?"
"As a matter of fact, YES, we do, Mr. Odair!" Plutarch pointed out hoping he wasn't blushing too much as Finnick danced provocatively while waving his 'assets' in front of Plutarch's face. Mags mumbled something and smiled at Finnick.
"Oh, Nana said that we planned it so the nerds can fix the cameras." At Finnick's explanation, Wiress smiled and held her husband's hand that was resting on the table.
"My Beetee already fixed -" Wiress began full of admiration as she beamed at her blushing husband.
"The cameras." Beetee finished. "The only naked people the security guards viewing the video feed from this room are see is Mr. Heavensbee and Mr. Crane dancing to an old song called 'I'm bad' by a Michael Jackson."
"Wha -" Plutarch's mouth dropped open as he blushed scarlet.
"It was a mix of surveillance feed and advanced video and photo editing -" Wiress began.
"Suffice it to say, it suits our purposes." Beetee finished once again. Once Plutarch was able to find his voice, he began the meeting.
"We are obviously gathered here to determine how we can save our Mockingjay and Peeta Mellark in the Quarter Quell." Plutarch began. "Most of you will go back into the arena, correct?" Everyone nodded somberly. "District Three, we have a slight change of plans." Wiress and Beetee looked at each other surprised. "We were thinking about sending you two into the arena, but there were two problems: One is that no one else can invent stuff like you two can, and the other problem is a crazy girl named Wendy will time-travel to Panem and beat me up if I let either of you die in the arena."
"Wendy?" Beetee asked looking off above his glasses.
"That's right Beetee Jarvis Askeral Tesla! You're MINE, BEETEEKINS!" A teenager's voice called throughout the room.
"That's weird, but if it keeps you out of the arena -" Wiress began as she smiled at her husband seconds before throwing herself into his lap and kissing him soundly. "Beetee - mine! My love -" She gasped.
"Mmm - Wiress - honey -" Beetee moaned as Wiress trailed kisses down his neck. "Mmm - Ooooh!"
"Ahem -" Plutarch cleared his throat signaling his presence.
"Sorry - I -" Wiress began.
"You got carried away, dear." Beeetee muttered as he blushed a dark maroon. "So, who will represent District Three?"
"Violette." Plutarch said as Wiress smirked evilly. "And the other old guy -"
"Gear and what do you mean, the other old guy?" Beetee sputtered. "I'm only forty-five! Gear is like 60!"
"Beetee is not old. He's sexy." Wiress added slobbering kisses on his cheek. "And has the stamina of a 25 year old when -" Beetee blushed as his wife gazed at him with her large eyes full of desire.
"Ew - whoa - hey - now that you say that, Nuts, I can see why you dig him." Johanna pointed out. "If you died in the arena, I would marry him. Eventually." Johanna's laughter was cut short by a surge of electricity to her neck. Wiress pulled the electrodes off of Johanna before she fell to the floor in a dead faint.
"Anyone else want to take my Beetee?" She asked in a quiet but deadly voice as she wrapped the wire around her hands and gazed at everyone around the table. No one wanted to challenge the thirty-five year old genius engineer.
"Beetee and Wiress Tesla, you will be responsible for using your engineering talents to weaken the Capitol."
"So, what are our rules?" Beetee asked. Plutarch thought about it for a moment.
"I dunno. We'll just make them up as we go along, I guess." Plutarch replied. However, he immediately regretted it as he saw Panem's favorite nerds exchange mischievous grins. "Uh oh. What did I just do?" He muttered.
