Piece in his Games 12
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Katniss yawned loudly as she slipped through the door and slowly made her way down the short hall. This emergency hovercraft was actually fairly spacious- considering. It had two bunk beds in the sleeping room, a bathroom with all the needed amenities, and a small kitchenette fully stocked-just what she needed right now.
Her stomach growled menacingly at her. She wrapped her arms around it, squeezing tight. "Shut up, you."
She opened the fridge and looked at its contents- Stuff for a sandwich, pepperoni sticks, vegetables she didn't recognize, Milk, juice, and water bottles. She closed it and began opening and closing the cupboards looking for something salty. Trail mix, potato chips, beef jerky and a plethora of energy bars that said things like 'Chocolate' and 'Strawberry' but that she knew would definitely NOT taste like Chocolate or Strawberry.
After searching around some more she was able to find soda crackers and some sort of chip dip. She put them on a plate and grabbed three water bottles to bring to the boys.
She shuffled across the carpeted floor, still feeling half asleep. When she reached them they were playing cards, the hovercraft on auto-pilot. Finnick glanced up at her, and then began shuffling the cards around expertly. Gale set his down and stood up, taking two water bottles fro her.
"Good morning." He kissed her forehead, eyes alright and relaxed. He pulled up a cold metal stool, motioning her to sit on the plush passenger seat.
She smiled gratefully, setting the plate of crackers down-the boys attacked it like a ravenous wolf pack. They all ate and drank happily, no one saying anything as they stuffed themselves silly.
"Want dealt in?" Finnick asked as he took a swig of water.
Katniss shrugged. "Sure, what are you playing?"
"Go Fish."
She laughed, choking on her water.
"Got a problem with that 'Katnip'?"
"No, its not that." She giggled-actually giggled- looking at their serious faces. "It's just that… Aren't you guys a little old for that?"
Gale looked down embarrassedly. "We don't have any poker chips, or money to gamble with in the first place, so…." He smiled. "Katnip, do you have….a seven?"
"Go fish." He did. She caught Finnicks eye. "Got a two?"
"Go fish." He raised an eyebrow, smirking at Gale. "Gale, do you have a seven?"
Gale glared back, muttering something unintelligent under his breath as he handed over the card.
They were halfway through the game-which Finnick was inevitably going to win by the looks of it-when one of the radars began to beep.
Finnick stood up and looked at it, brow crinkled in thought. "There's an approaching unidentifiable plane…"
Katniss's stomach dropped like a free fall from security. "What?"
"It's coming pretty fast too…" And just like that, sarcastic Finnick turned into professional Finnick. "Gale, you know how to work the defense system right?"
"Yeah." Gale was already standing up and reaching around Katniss to punch in buttons on a small computer screen. She moved out of their way, going to stand with her back against the wall. "Should we try and attack or go stealth?"
Finnick shook his head, watching the monitor in front of him closely. "This thing looks way bigger then us-we wouldn't stand a chance."
"What if it's one of our guys?" Katniss piped in.
They barely skipped a beat.
"I say go stealth, what do you think?" Finnick asked of Gale, who was punching in passwords to access the equipment.
"Stealth. Let's get as high as we can with the veil on and hope they aren't avid bird watchers."
Finnick nodded. "Get the veil on, I've got the wheel."
Katniss stepped towards them, trying to understand what was going on. "What veil?"
They ignored her.
Her voice was breathless with panic. "Gale!"
He turned sharply towards her, his words crammed together. "It's supposed to make us literally invisible to any enemy craft." He turned back to the panel which was beeping back at him. "They shouldn't be able to detect us at all. But…."
"But what!" Finnick and Katniss yelled in unison.
"But it's not working…." Gale said, punching in more codes.
Gale was saying out numbers and letters as he typed them in-more focused then Katniss had ever seen him. Sweat was gathering on his forehead as the beeping machine grew louder and louder. Every once in awhile it would say 'Request Denied', and Gale would swear back at it, trying something new.
Meanwhile Finnick held a death grip on the wheel, steering them higher into the sky but slowing down speed as the veil refused to work. Katniss could see him calculating their situation and thinking of plan B, C, D, and E. He didn't blink once.
Katniss was watching the radar intently, utterly horrified at how fast it was moving towards the center-them. She could feel the panic running through her veins, mixed adrenaline and-as strange as it would seem upon later reflection- security. She trusted Gale and Finnick to get them out of this. They could do it, somehow, they would figure it out.
They had too.
Gale punched the screen, cracking it in spider like lines. "It's not working-what's plan B!?"
"Buckle Up." Was all Finnick said.
Gale grabbed Katniss and pulled her onto his lap, pulling the seatbelt around them both. His arms locked around her in a protective grasp, his warm breath echoing off the back of her neck.
Finnick pointed the nose of the craft straight down, gunning the engine. The plan roared to life, shooting down like a fallen star. Katniss leaned back against Gale-all three of them screaming. The radar's red dot was nearly on top of them now as they spiraled towards the ground. Was he trying to kill them?
They felt pings off the craft, and the change of direction as one of the crafts wings was blown off-the other craft was shooting at them. The trees were growing bigger, coming closer to the ship like stakes poised for killing. Katniss squeezed her eyes shut tight.
All her senses were standing on edge, forcing her to take in every ounce of the terror that was swallowing them into oblivion. She could taste the salt from their crackers, smell the burning of what once was a perfectly structured hover craft, hear Gales breathing shallow and quick, and already see what was going to happen. They were all going to die.
There was no escaping this nightmare.