The aircraft is ready and waiting, the door to the outside already all the way open when I arrive at the flight pad. Bogg waits for me at the bottom of the boarding ramp. His jaw is set, eyes holding no expression. His usual jumpsuit has been switched out for heavy black armor. For a moment I feel like I'm underdressed. I was not given any kind of armor, nor was I switched into a jumpsuit. I'm going out to District 11 in my usual black jacket, torn pants, and leather boots. Maybe it's to help be blend in more.

"Where you briefed on who you would be trying to recruit?" Bogg questions once I am strapped into one of the rows of seats within the aircraft.

"No. I was given their names and shoved out the door. President Coin doesn't talk very much."

Bogg lets out a heavy sigh before flipping through a device I've never seen before, "Chaff and Seeder are the two tributes from eleven that we want. Chaff won the 45th Hunger Games where he lost his hand. As far as we know he never took a prosthetic. He has been seen with Haymitch Abernathy leading Coin to believe he might have a drinking problem. Multiple people have described him as being somewhat of a troublemaker. If you can get him while he is sober it shouldn't be to hard to convince him to join our cause."

"I'm not very personable," I answer back.

"I don't think that has anything to do with it Horne. You just have to make them feel something," Bogg answered.

"And when was the last time you felt something?"

Instead of entertaining my question Bogg continues on with his briefing. "Seeder is the female victor from District 11. Like the others she's not to keen on the Quarter Quell but other than that we don't have too much on her."

"Bogg?"

"Horne."

"I meant that. How am I supposed to get these people to stand behind us when I'm not even I stand behind us? Don't get me wrong I want Snow taken down and the games to end but…I don't know if I can stand behind the people who are running this mission."

"Behind President Coin?"

I nod. Of all the people to tell this I chose Coin's right hand man. I just needed to get it off my chest. President Coin is focused on one thing and that is bringing down President Snow. She doesn't seem to really care who she brings down in the process. I've still not been able to figure out what her goal is after Snow has been brought down.

"Show them what you think the cause is Horne. Forget about Coin or anyone one else. Forget about Katniss even if that will help. Find the one person you think you could fight for and get everyone else to fight for that person too," Bogg responds as the aircraft begins to descend.

"Thank you Bogg."

He nods as the boarding ramp begins to open. From where I am I can see the ground. We haven't landed but it isn't too far of a jump. I should be able to land it safely.

"Meet us back at this point in two days time," Bogg says as I near the edge. "Horne, be safe."

I nod before jumping off, tucking my body into a small ball so that I land on my shoulder, rolling out of the fall with only a small pain in my arm. I watch as the District 13 aircraft disappears back into the black sky. I am completely alone.

In the cover of darkness I find my way down to the edge of District 11. From the spot I chose to sleep I can see the main square, two big screens set up in front of the Justice Building. The games are still playing, the camera switching between the different groups of tributes.

I don't dare light a fire even though the night is a little chilly. The wind picks up strands of my hair, shoving in across my face. I wish they had left me with a little bit more. All that I have is a blanket and some prepackaged food and a canteen full of water.

Instead of sleeping I lean up against a tree and wrap myself in the blanket. Its wool and kind of itchy but does a good job of holding in my body heat. As I pull open one of the MREs I hear an announcement from on of the game makers over the speakers in the square. He is addressing the tributes that are left in the arena.

"Attention tributes. Attention. The regulations acquiring a single victor has been suspended. From now on, two victors may be crowned if both originate from the same district. This will be the only announcement."

Imagining the look on Coin's face after hearing this causes me to laugh. Then, after if finally hits me as to what this means I get more serious. President Snow is trying to drive Katniss to Peeta. He wants this on screen love story to be played out. The only person I can think about is Gale.

My eyes stay glued to the big screen as the camera finds Katniss. For a while she just wanders through the forest, calling out Peeta's name. If she gets detected they're gonna kill her off. She needs to be quiet. Just when I think she isn't going to find him, Katniss trips, revealing Peeta who has covered himself in mud and leaves.

"Oh my God Peeta, Peeta!" Katniss exclaims, tears of joy welling up in her eyes. She's giving Snow exactly what he wants.

Peeta smiles up at her weakly, "Hey."

"It's okay," Katniss answers, pulling Peeta into a tight hug. It is obvious, now that all the camouflage is moved away, that the bread boy has been injured. From where I sit it looks pretty bad. The mud that has seeped into it has caused infection to set in. Without treatment Peeta could potentially lose his leg.

"What was it?"

"A sword. It's bad, huh?"

Katniss does her best to clean out Peeta's wound, "It's gonna be fine."

"Katniss."

Peeta tries to push her hands away. He knows that his wound could potentially kill him. His face is pale, a sign of dehydration and loss of blood. He's probably not eaten in a couple days either. I had almost forgotten that he was even in the games. He must have been injured within the first day or two.

"No!" Katniss says sharply as she figures out what Peeta is thinking. "I'm not gonna leave you. I'm not gonna do that."

"Why not?"

Instead of answering, Katniss slings Peeta's arm over her shoulder, the two slowly making their way through the woods. Eventually they arrive at a cave. I'm assuming she found it on one of her explorations of the arena.

"Nobody's gonna find you in here," Katniss tries to assure Peeta.

"They already found me."

"We'll get you some medicine."

"I'm not gonna get many parachutes."

Katniss searches around the cave, desperately looking for anything that could help her friend. If President Snow wanted Katniss to prove that she has feelings for Peeta he is definitely getting it. The girl looks like she might burst into tears at any second. "We'll figure something out."

"Like what?"

"Something," Katniss answers before kissing the blonde on the cheek. For a few seconds the color comes back into Peeta's cheeks; a blush. Just outside of the cave, a parachute lands.

All I can see before my eyes is Gale. How he must be sitting in his house in front of the small television installed specifically for the games. His deep brown eyes twisted in pain as Katniss pulls another small piece of his heart out. I need to be there for him. I made a promise to him and I couldn't live with myself if I let him down.

"I remember the first time I saw you. Your hair was in two braids instead of one. And I remember when you…you sand in music assembly. The teacher said; who knows The Valley song and your hand shot straight up."

"Peeta stop," Katniss shushes him, her cheeks burning bright red.

"After that, I watched you going home everyday. Every day."

I can tell that Katniss is uncomfortable. She doesn't come off as someone who shares her emotions very often. She's also probably not very used to being cared about.

Peeta looks distressed, "Well, say something."

"I'm not good at saying something."

"There come here. Please."

Sighing, Katniss gives in, scooting her body across the cave floor to lie next to Peeta. He wraps his around her. I can tell that they are finding comfort in each other.

The bread boy chews on the cheek for a little bit, eyes fixed on Katniss. "Even if I don't make it…"

"Shh," she whispers back.

"Attention, tributes," the same announcers voice cracks on the speakers. "Attention. Commencing at sunrise, there will be a feast tomorrow at the Cornucopia. This will be no ordinary occasion. Each of you need something desperately and we plan to be generous hosts."

"Your medicine."

"You're not going alone," Peeta answers.

"Yeah, you need it and you can't walk."

"Katniss, you're not gonna risk you life for me. I'm not gonna let you!"

I can't help but wonder if Peeta heard the announcement about two victors. If Katniss can bring Peeta back home with her it will only make her seem more like a hero. I'm not sure what her motives are but I don't think Peeta can see them. He's trusting and I think he might actually have feelings for Katniss.

"You would do it for me. Wouldn't you?"

Peeta looks disappointed, "Why are you doing this?"

Instead of answering Katniss leans in and kisses Peeta.

Standing up I quickly shove the blanket back into my bag and head in the opposite direction of District 11. I don't care what President Coin wants from me. I can't just leave Gale all alone in this. I made a promise and I'm not about to break it. Bogg told me to find someone I could rally around and make everyone else want to fight for them as well. That person is Gale.

I tear through the trees, stumbling over loose rocks and roots. I know somewhere the Coin is watching me but I don't care. She could have sent anyone out here she knew who she put her trust in. I know what I need to do. About thirty minutes into my mad dash towards Gales the skies open up, drenching me with rain. Overhead I can hear aircraft propellers spinning.

Bogg's voice sounds in my headset, "Horne, what are you doing?"

"I have to get to Gale."

"Horne, this isn't your mission. Think about what President Coin will say when you get back."

"You told me to find someone I could fight for. I've found them and they need me."

For a while I continue to hurry across the land, listening to Bogg's breathing in my ear. I do my best to ignore it. I should have ripped this stupid thing off as soon as they dropped me in.

"Horne, let me take you."

"What?"

"I'll bring you to Gale," Bogg says, the aircraft dropping closer to the ground a rope dangling from the partially opened boarding ramp.

For a moment I stand there, the wind blowing my hair around my face, heart pounding in my chest. Bogg could be bringing me right back to Coin or he could really want to help. Acting on faith I grab hold of the rope.