I observe training from a one-way wall, a clipboard full of names in front of me. Some have been crossed off, others ticked. Some have been left alone, where I have tried to sort them, but have found myself unable to. Katniss and Johanna had been training non-stop for two and half weeks, and they had improved, it had to be said. But they're still not ready. Everyone knows that. The soldiers they're training with will not be going to the Capitol, and neither will they.

I sit in my office beside Coin's room and flick through the lists of troops who WILL be going to the Capitol. I make sure they are in the correct groups, and that they have the correct supplies. I check through the lists of names I will be looking at tomorrow, from my perch next to the examination room, looking through the one-way glass and deciding whether they will fly to the Capitol or not. I am about to get up and leave my desk when there is a knock on the door.

"Enter." I say, flicking through the names without looking up.

Soldier York stands in front of me, and gives a small salute. I look up at her, and give her a nod.

"General Cartwright, ma'am," She says, and I see her gulp. "I would like to recommend Soldier Everdeen and Soldier Mason for exams tomorrow. Before the troops set out to the Capitol."

I sigh, and set my screen down on the table. "York-"

"Have you observed them recently, ma'am?" York asks me.

"A few days ago, yes." I sigh. "And they were doing well, yes, but they're not fit enough or trained enough-"

York shakes her head. "They're doing better know ma'am. They show up for two training lessons every day, please- I would like you to consider them."

I sigh. "Send them in for their examination tomorrow. I'll be observing. But they may not yet be sent along. Is that understood, Soldier?"

York nods. "Yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am." She leaves the room, and I give another sigh, turning back to my work.

I stand in the observation room, which overlooks the examination room on one side, and has ten or so tv screens on the other, where you can whatever you can't see from the window. I stand with my arms on my hips, looking out of the window as a voice announces "Johanna Mason".

I don't ask about anything as I watch her. She's good, stealthy, obeys orders and thinks for herself, a balance which is hard to find. She takes out a few Peacekeepers, and just as she is nearing the end, her weakness is exposed.

Water.

The street is flooded, and sparks flash from the streetlamps above her. I see he eyes glaze over and she screams, falling to the ground. Her limbs twitch as she screams, high pitched wailing that I can hear from all the way up hear, never mind over the monitors that are down in the fake street.

"You can't do that!" I yell, turning to the people who are staring at the screens, their face devoid of emotion. They decided this, not I. "It's cruelty!
She was tortured! You can't do that!" I scream.

"Get her out of there." A woman says over her intercom, and a man turns to me.

"It was her weakness. We had to test her. She failed. End of story." He gives me a curt nod and turns back to his screen.

I clamp my jaws together hard and say nothing, turning back to the window only after Johanna's screams have ceased. She'll be put back into hospital, I assume. All because of these idiots.

There are a few other soldiers, who I sort into different groups, and then the name "Katniss Everdeen" is announced. "This should be good." I mutter to myself. If her weakness is as bad as Johanna's, I'll have lost two decent soldiers, and sent two perfectly healthy people to hospital.

We set her in an ambush situation, with peacekeepers appearing from evrey direction, while she tries to make her way to the rendezvous point, just as she would have to do in the Capitol. She slowly, almost methodically, makes her way through the Block, and we add more peacekeepers to try and liven her up. That's when I see it - the gas tank that could be blown up and kill all the peacekeepers. I know she is about to be issued orders to drop, and that she will ignore them - because taking orders is her weakness. The order is given, and I watch her process it. 'To do it, or not to do it'.

My jaw drops as she throws herself to the ground, and the tank is blown up, sending the legion of peacekeepers into the air. She makes it to the rendevous point, and I shake my head as I tell Soldier James, the soldier on the other side of the Block, "451. Take her to Command."

"Yes, General." Comes the crackled reply, and I turn to the Assignemnt Board.

"You can do the rest yourself." I say. "I'm going to Command. No more troops are to be added to 451. We have all we need."

The people in the room nod, a few take notes, and I walk out of the room and down the stairs to Command.