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Hey everyone! I'm back from summer camp. It was wonderful, but I missed you guys. So, here's chapter four. Please R&R!

~SugahRush~

Chapter Four

Haymitch stared at his computer screen and groaned. Oh joy. He deleted the message, and clicked the compose reply button.

Rita,

Aim for the night after tomorrow. Katniss and Peeta should be put in the same cell. Bug the camera(s) and have them stream to my computer. Yours, too. Have it set up so you can stream false images to the master system. Take some boring footage and mix it around a little, so the computer doesn't match it up with anything else. Have that ready to go as well. Have Grahmbell pull the escape alarm to create a distraction. Mia and Bracken will go in and get them out. We have extra hovercrafts, and we're gonna get out as many other rebels as possible. Hopefully the Capitol will think that the soldiers and spies are the main target, or that we think Katniss and Peeta are in with them. Either way.

Haymitch

He clicked send and leaned back. He reached for the bottle of liquor beside him, and was about to take a swig, when Effie breezed in and grabbed it from him. She swept over to the window, opened it, and smashed the bottle on the outside of the building, then dropped it. Haymitch sighed. But he knew she was right. They had agreed that he needed to cut way back. And he was trying. But it was hard! He had lived off this stuff for years, and he couldn't just quit cold turkey. No way no how. It was a gradual process, and Effie was getting impatient. The woman couldn't let up for just one minute, and it was driving him crazy.

Haymitch had demonstrated little to no self control regarding his drinking habits, and now he couldn't stop. Addicted didn't cover it. Effie turned to him. "What did we agree on?" she asked severely. "No more alcohol," Haymitch grumbled, preparing himself mentally for another lecture. He had been through this before, and he wasn't looking forward to doing it again. No one understood how hard it was to be him.

Effie sighed, mentally preparing herself to give Haymitch the alcohol talk again. She had done it before, and she wasn't looking forward to doing it again. She took a deep breath. "Mr. Abernathy, we had an agreement, and I believe that you are trying to cheat again! This is for the good of the revolution! Surely you don't think it fair for the entire country to suffer so you can drown yourself in beer. It is doing neither you nor Panem any good. Imagine what this foul stuff is doing to your liver."

Haymitch didn't want to know what was happening to his liver. It was probably disgusting, and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it anyway. Except quit drinking. And that was going so well. So he just sat there, trying to tune Effie out. "Mr. Abernathy, are you listening to me?" she demanded. "No, not really," Haymitch admitted.

"Do you realize what alcohol had done to you? It had ruined your life, your body, and sometimes I think your mind as well!" Effie snapped.

"I don't think the alcohol did any of that. My mind is just fine, I don't need to be strong anymore, and as for ruining my life, I think Snow has that covered." Effie just snorted. "Fine, I give up. Go ahead and kill yourself, and try and live with the deaths of two innocent teenagers, and everyone else you killed by not caring, oh, and, I almost forgot, the rest of the entire country! Just try and live with that!" She stormed out of the room, muttering obscenities under her breath. Nobody understood how hard it was, being her.

Half an hour later, Katniss was talking to Haymitch again, trying to decide on their strategy. They agreed that Katniss would pretend to sneak out of the base and commandeer a hovercraft, then force the guard to fly her to the place where the Capitol had ordered her to turn herself in. It was the place where they were holding Peeta, but Katniss wasn't supposed to know that, so she would have to be careful not to mention that. As soon as it got dark, Katniss hurried through the deserted streets of the underground city, and slipped out through the main gates.

Of course, there were guards, but she flashed her ID and gave them a fake story. After that she hiked a few minutes to the hovercraft hangars. There was a group that launched from inside the city, but she and Haymitch agreed that it would be unrealistic for her to steal one of those. So she pressed a gun between the guards' shoulder blades and ordered her into the plane.

Several hours later, they landed. Katniss was sore from sitting still for so long, and she was terrified about what would happen next. Once she and the guard were out of the plane, they were surrounded by Peacekeepers. She was grabbed and dragged a few feet from the hovercraft. A Peacekeeper raised his gun and she closed her eyes, waiting for death. There was a shot, but no pain. A few seconds later, she peeked out from beneath her lashes. The guard lay crumpled on the ground. She gasped. She should have seen it coming. What did she expect? Them to let her fly away and report the location of the camp to the rebels? They knew already, but the Capitol didn't know that. She wondered if the girl had known it was a suicide mission. Probably. Katniss couldn't believe she hadn't expected it. She stared at the girl's body. Blood soaked her curly black hair. Another Capitol murder. Katniss stared for another minute. Then she leaned over and threw up.

K everyone! That's all for now. By the way, please check out my fan fic for The Sisters Grimm if you liked this. I'm planning on adding the second chapter today or tomorrow. Thanks!

~SugahRush~