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Chapter 21
Nobody's pov
Plutarch Heavensbee, Seneca Crane's deputy head games maker, was currently sitting across from the avox, Rachel, that had found the peacekeeper mask in Perseus Jackson's bedroom. They were in a room made entirely of mirrors. The floor, the walls, and the ceiling were made entirely of the metal and glass reflective surface.
The avox's eyes were shifting around the room taking in the peacekeeper in the corner, the games maker she had reported to in the other corner, and her own nervous reflection. Outside of the room President Snow and Seneca Crane were carefully watching the interrogation through a two-way mirror.
"Don't look at them. Look at me," Plutarch said calmly to the avox, "I promise you no harm will come to you as long as you cooperate."
The avox's eyes refocused on Plutarch, and she nodded to display she understood.
"Why were you in Perseus Jackson's room at six thirty three this morning." Plutarch questioned.
She scribbled her response down on a piece of paper; I was assigned to clean his room after the tributes had evacuated the tribute center. She passed the paper to Plutarch and, he read it aloud.
"Where did you find this mask inside his room?" He pressed.
She took the piece of paper and wrote another response; the mask was found in between the mattress and the bed frame.
Plutarch again read her response out loud, so Seneca Crane and President Snow could hear it.
"The capitol cannot know about this," President Snow said with conviction. "And neither can the districts. If word of this incident got out, then we could be facing serious problems. The districts would look upon us as being too weak to control our tributes, and our own citizens would be fearful of the same accusation."
"I couldn't agree more President Snow," Crane said with a smooth calmness, "but this act cannot go unpunished. Wouldn't you agree?"
"What do you have in mind?" President Snow asked.
"An extraordinarily painful death for the male tribute from district twelve." Crane said with a sick enthusiasm.
"And how do you plan on attempting this?" President Snow asked.
"Oh I don't want to spoil the surprise, but consider it done." Crane assured. "It will be a delicate death to plan as not to arouse suspicions as to why he was killed."
President Snow nodded, "That's good. We don't want this death being traced back to the capitol."
Seneca Crane pressed a button on the table in front of him and spoke into a microphone, "Ask her why the mask was there."
Plutarch Heavensbee received the command through the wireless hearing device in his ear, "Now Rachel, in your honest opinion, why do you think that mask was hidden under Perseus Jackson's bed."
The avox, Rachel, thought for a moment before writing her answer down again; I think he was the man that attacked the tribute center the other night and tried to hide the mask. Plutarch paused for a split second before reading this answer. If anybody noticed they didn't show it.
Crane spoke through the microphone again, "Ok, you know what to do."
Plutarch Heavensbee smiled at the avox, "Ok. We have all we needed, so you're free to go." The avox looked like she could finally relax. Plutarch caught the peacekeeper's eye and gave a curt nod.
Plutarch Heavensbee and the other game maker left the room while the Peacekeeper unlocked her cuffs. President Snow and Seneca Crane had already left too, because they both had more pressing matters to attend to. Once her handcuffs were unlocked she turned towards the door to leave. It was a good thing she didn't turn around, for her last seconds were actually peaceful. A quiet thud sounded, and she dropped to the floor with a hole in the back of her head.
Any family she might have had before becoming an avox had already thought she had died, and any records she might have had were also previously erased. It was an easy kill. No questions would be asks, and no burial would be held. Her body would be carted off to the crematorium to be burned. Just another problem off President Snow's plate.