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Pseudo-Epilogue

"Sir, I have some unfortunate news to share with you," A middle-aged Peacekeeper, standing in President Snow's doorway in his mansion, said tenderly.

The elderly man was seated at his desk, looking back over the skyline of Panem. His face was strained, as if he were already pondering something incredibly profound or troublesome.

"And what might that be?" He turned in his chair to face the man whom he had sent just hours ago to exterminate the rest of the Crane family.

The Peacekeeper looked down, clearly embarrassed about something. In all honesty, Snow was less than thrilled to see this man back so soon from an operation that should have had him out longer. He knew that Savera was no fool to be tricked, but even she would not be able to outsmart a troupe of Peacekeepers. Or so he thought.

"Well, you see when we went to enter the Crane home-"

"Please, spare me these petty details and get on with the story!" Snow demanded, his mind already occupied with other business. He didn't need to hear a long, drawn-out story about something that should have been a quick fix.

"They're gone."

Snow blinked several times, staring directly at the man. He shook his head once, staring at the wall on which he had mounted several lovely paintings. He returned his gaze to the man, pretending not to have comprehended what he just said. Slowly, Snow placed his hands on his desk and elevated himself from his chair.

"What do you mean…'they're gone'?" He asked slowly, an anger rising in his voice.

The man swallowed hard as sweat began to form at his hairline," I mean that when we broke the door down and searched the home, Savera and her son were not there."

"Were not there?!" He roared; his voice escalated quickly as he slammed his hand down on the desk.

"I'm sorry sir, but-"

"Sorry doesn't mean a single thing to me," He snipped at the Peacekeeper, strolling around the side of his desk as he came closer to the man. "I already have a couple of problems to take care of and I certainly do not need a third and fourth one. Savera Crane must be found and she must be destroyed there are no other options, do you understand me?"

"Sir, I can't explain where she is. I don't have the faintest idea where-"

"Well, you better get to looking. Because if you don't find her, then I will personally see to it that your punishment is just as severe as the one meant for her. Do I make myself clear?" He spat at the main; his voice was now growing softer as he came face-to-face with his officer.

"I would begin the search right away, but it seems as though our system has been shut down once again."

At this point, anger would have been mild compared to the feelings President Snow was experiencing. He stared into this officer's eyes for many moments, unblinking as the man swallowed, trying to maintain composed. Snow tapped his fingers on the side of his pants before growling once more at the Peacekeeper," May I see what precisely you mean by this?"

Quickly, the man pulled his communicator from his pocket. As it flashed on, it creaked and sparked many times before finally showing a number.

"All of the screens are showing this, sir," He said quietly.

Before President Snow was a glowing image of the number "12". He picked up the communicator from the man and looked it over. For a moment, the man did not think he was going to do anything. However, after several seconds he dropped the device on the ground. As it hit the floor, the number still appeared. Keeping his eye on the Peacekeeper, he brought his foot down hard on the device as it shattered beneath his weight.

"Fix it," He said simply.

Though President Snow would not like to admit it, he knew that this was an act of an outside source. Deep within his mind, he deduced that it was someone from, obviously, District Twelve, who was doing this in honor of the newly crowned victors. Little did he know that the number was not a representation of rebels in twelve. Though they were beginning to question the government, this was the first act of the district thought long-destroyed. This leader of this district's intentions was to turn the Capitol against its surviving districts so that their district could rise from hiding to show their strength.

This district's name? District Thirteen.

A/N: I added this last mini-chapter for two reasons. The first is to give you a glimpse of Snow's reaction to Savera's disappearance (I wanted to write from a different perspective) and to tell you all officially that the sequel has been posted under the title, Avenge. Please, go check it out! You're the best!