AN – FYI – Don't own Hunger Games, Catching Fire or Mockingjay; or any of the characters, settings, problems, weapons, evil maniacs or other stuff from them.

Igniting

"Isn't that the man you were talking to? Brighton?"

I couldn't stop staring at the dusty mess that had been the Pit. The words "This isn't good," kept repeating in my mind. Hazelle nudged me out of my semi-catatonic state and pointed back up toward the gate and the guard's shack.

There was something going on up there, a bunch of men in a blue uniforms surrounding a figure in gray fatigues. I stood on tiptoe to get a better look, then wished I hadn't. They were turning and I could see Captain Brighton's hands cuffed behind his back, a soldier gripping each arm as they marched him away, toward the jail where I no longer needed to look for Johanna.

I slumped back down and forced myself to deepen my panicked shallow breaths. It was happening so quickly. My allies were going down faster than I could react. I almost expected to hear a cannon boom as each one was taken out – Gale, Johanna, Brighton, even Doc, Chervil, Walker and Groves had disappeared. Everyone I talked to, everyone I trusted, everyone I needed.

I glanced over at Hazelle, Posy's head on her shoulder. I needed to get away from them. I couldn't hide here without putting them in danger.

"I've got to go," I announced, even though I had no idea where I'd go. Before I could move Hazelle pulled me into a hug.

"Don't give up. They're going to be okay." I knew she was saying that as much for herself as for me. I nodded mutely. She had no idea how much danger Gale was in. Once again I felt Rory's arms around both of us.

"Let me know if there is anything I can do to help," he said into my ear.

I could barely look at him. He looked so much like Gale now, same height. He'd kept his hair short, not quite military but close. His shoulders weren't as broad as Gale's, but he was no longer a skinny boy. I gave him another silent nod, then rushed away, not trusting my voice.

I hurried toward the lab. If only I had my bow and arrows, if only I could handle these enemies so easily. I felt like I was back in the Arena – no, worse. This was like that last frenzied drive into the Capitol, my friends all killed, insane, or dragged away from me by Peacekeepers. I expected the fireballs any minute. All alone, I tried to focus on what I needed to do as horror after horror happened around me.

I felt the old pain in my left temple, from way back when Johanna knocked me out as the Quarter Quell exploded into chaos. I stopped and pressed into it with my palm, trying to push away the ache. I realized that I was crouched down, my elbows on my knees, trying to hold myself together, trying to disappear into a ball.

My name is Katniss Everdeen Mellark. I am twenty years old. Gale is trapped in the mine – in the Nut. Johanna is probably dead. Brighton has been arrested. I am all alone. I need to get Gale out of that mine. I need to keep them from framing him. I need to . . . .

This wasn't helping. I didn't know what it was I needed to do. I looked up at the gray buildings, the gray stairs, the gray sidewalk.

Then I saw a burst of yellow. Pushing up through a crack in the sidewalk, standing confidently, was a dandelion. Even here, in District 2, surrounded by unrelenting concrete, there it was.

I still didn't know what I needed to do. But I wasn't alone. And I was stronger than they thought I was, stronger than I thought I was.

I stood and walked back toward the lab.

Halfway there, I saw Julina. She was marching toward me, her face strange, full of an anger that looked unnatural on her.

When she reached me, she thrust a copy of the latest Panem Circus at me and demanded "What in blazes is your cousin up to?"

"He's not my cousin," I said as I glanced at a picture of a menacing Gale on the cover. I just couldn't stand the lie any more.

"So you're disowning him too?"

My head jerked up. "No, no. Nothing like that. None of the stuff they write is true. He's never been my cousin."

Julina's head pulled back with a snap. "You . . . you never told me. I thought . . ."

"I'm sorry. I should've told you. But at first I didn't know you, then I didn't think it mattered."

"Of course, it matters. If he's not your cousin, what is he?"

"He's my . . . ." What – Boyfriend? Lover? Whole world? "He's my best friend. We need to talk."

She followed me to the back of the auditorium. We sat close together in the grass and I told her. All about losing our dads, meeting in the woods, hunting together. Fighting the Capitol together, how he helped save Peeta. Then about the bad stuff. The bomb that killed Prim. I just keep going when I told her that part, knowing that if I paused over Prim's name I'd fall apart. I told her how much I'd hated him. How Peeta had wanted me to call him, but I wouldn't. Then about last week. Had it only been a week ago? It felt like an eternity away. What Brighton had said about not letting anyone know that we were together. About talking to him this morning. I even told her about the theory that someone was trying to frame him, with Johanna, for killing the president, although I didn't say who'd told me that. It wasn't my secret to share.

Once I started, it all rushed out. I had been living such a lie, trying to pretend that part of my mind wasn't down there in the mine with him every minute of every day. Wondering what was going on, what he was doing, wishing I could touch him, be with him, help him somehow.

When I finished my story, I looked at Julina for the first time since I had started. Her eyes were wide with disbelief. This was a girl who was shocked to find out that everything in the Panem Circus wasn't true. Finally, though, I had to ask: "So what do you think?"

She let out a sigh and her eyes slid from disbelief to pure puppy innocence. "I think you are his only hope."

I buried my face in my hands. Of course, she would turn this into a sappy Capitol soap opera.

But she wasn't done with me. "I'm serious," she said. "He's with the president, and all those soldiers. I bet they can take care of themselves; they'll get out somehow. But they don't know what's going on up here. This is a war with the Circus and you're the only one who can take them on." She held the newspaper out to me again.

I frowned. She saw everything in such simplistic terms. Then I read the headlines on the cover of the newspaper:

Hawthorne & Mason – Plotting to Kill the President?

Super Spy Mason – Out of Control

- Under Cover in District 2

- From Spy to Assassin?

- Abandoning Duty for Love?

Hawthorne's Criminal Trail

- Convicted of Theft in 12

- Rebel Weapon Mastermind?

- Psychotic Episodes After Capitol Escape

- Thrown in Jail in 2

- Breaking Shoulders in 4

The whole paper was about Gale and Johanna, turning them into some sort of dangerous assassin team. All of Panem would think that's what they were. And there was just enough truth in it to make it plausible.

"Does it still need to be a secret? That he's not your cousin?" Her question startled me. I looked up and started to answer, but found nothing. Before no one was supposed to know before that Brighton was suspicious, that he wanted Gale back because something was going on. But he'd been right. Something, something horrible, had been going on. And he'd played right into their hands. Now he was in jail. There was no reason to hold onto this secret.

"You're right. I need to stop these lies."

"Can I help?" She was giddy. I let out a deep breath.

"Maybe. I have to run pick something up. Meet you back in the lab?"

She willingly agreed and waved as she jogged off. I wasn't sure if it would still be there, but Captain Brighton had said that there was something for me in his office. I needed to stop by and see if I could find it.

As I entered, Brighton's secretary asked "Are you authorized to visit?"

I tried not to look confused and went with my planned answer: "Beetee sent me," and she waved me in.

I pushed open the door and saw four faces jerk towards me. I was glad my back was facing Miss Agate as I couldn't hide the shock on my face. Doc, Chervil, Groves and Walker were gathered around Brighton's desk.

"What . . .?" I closed the door quickly behind me.

"We're being punished for insubordination. We've been confined to Brighton's office. It was his idea," said Chervil with a grin. I looked around and saw blankets and pillows stashed in the corner. Apparently, they were sleeping here.

"We've crashed in much worse places than this," added Doc.

Then I remembered. They needed to know. "He's been arrested. Brighton."

Doc let out a huge sigh. Groves folded his arms and turned toward the window. Walker and Chervil didn't seem surprised. "He thought that was coming. Sooner or later, they'll remember us up here and throw us in jail, too."

"What're you guys in trouble for?"

"Not being good witnesses," said Doc, his face hard.

"Brighton's punishing you for that?" My gut fell. If Gale had been wrong about Brighton . . . .

"No, no, no." Doc shook his head vigorously. "He knew we were in trouble and this way we have access to . . . ." He gave a slight head jerk toward the computer.

"We need to make the best of the facilities then," Chervil added, then came around the desk to Walker. "I told you to clean up your damn stuff."

"You're not my mother!" he yelled.

I was completely confused. I looked at Doc and he motioned for me to come around to the other side of the desk.

"Ignore them," he muttered as he typed away on Brighton's computer. It took me a few seconds before I realized that their on-going argument was providing noise, cover for Doc to talk to me. "We'd already put up some of the bugs around the Surface, Groves even got one outside Onyx's office. I think we've got them going. We can't watch through any of them from here; they'd be able to see what we're doing. But I did check the list of active cameras. I'm glad you're here because I saw something strange."

In a voice as low as his, I asked "What?"

"All the cameras and mikes in the labs were disconnected."

"When?"

"Ten days ago." He glanced up at me, then went back to work. "You game to put some new ones in?"

I nodded.

"Here." Under the desk, he slipped a small bag into my hand. "You know how to get these to work?"

Holding a mike in his cupped hand, so that it was shielded from everything but my view he showed me which side was sticky, the small button to activate it. Then he did the same with the camera, showing me how to pull the paper off of the back, stick the shiny sheet to anything, activate it by pressing the slight bump on one side.

"Just stick it on top of one of the old ones. Then no one will notice it. These are the most important locations. I've already got the serial numbers. And we put in new batteries."

"Thanks. What else have you guys been working on?" I gestured at the map spread out on the desk, hoping they had figured out something about what was going on below.

"We think they'll come out of one of the vents on the south side of the mountain. Don't know what we can do to help, but watch for them there. I wish we had someone who could be there when they come out. To warn them about the garbage going on up here. You know anybody who could go?"

I shook my head. Our allies were so few and most of them couldn't leave the Base.

"Any idea when they could get out?" I asked.

He looked at me with pity in his eyes and I realized that was a stupid question. "It depends how bad the mess is down there. Could be any time, no way to know. If we can get out of here, maybe we can get over there."

I couldn't see that happening, couldn't see any way we could warn them. I needed to change the subject. "Are you guys doing okay? Do you need anything else?"

"Just need to get our guys out."

"Do you know a girl named Julina? Short, blond with stars all over her face?"

"I've seen her."

"She's gonna help me. I'm gonna . . . " Doc stopped me with a finger to his lips and a quick shake of his head. He glanced up at the others in the room, still arguing over nothing. I drew in a small breath as I realized he didn't trust someone here in the room with us. My hand went up to my temple and I rubbed it.

Doc went back to the computer, but I realized he was writing a note with one hand, while looking at the computer screen. "These are where we've put mikes. See if you can think of anywhere else we should put them," he said, as he pushed the note over to me.

Can you announce loudly that before he was arrested Brighton told you the president was dead?

I gave him a single, small nod. Gale and Johanna thought I should trust him, so I would. Then I took the pen from his hand, and pretended to study the computer screen while I wrote:

Do you trust Rutilus?

He frowned and shrugged. Then he held his hand out for the pen and wrote:

Test her. Ask her if she thinks anyone is alive down there.

I nodded, remembering that she had been with them when they heard someone down in the Nut. Doc folded the note carefully and pressed it into my hand. "Destroy this," he mouthed.

"I've gotta get going," I announced loudly. "Oh my gosh, I forgot to tell you. Just before he was arrested I talked to Brighton. He told me . . ." I let out a sigh for dramatic effect. "He told me he'd talked to them, below, and the president is dead."

"Great," said Doc in a flat voice. "Let's just hope they don't find that out or they'll probably stop the rescue attempt altogether."

Was that what he wanted?

Outside I stopped and leaned up against a wall. I needed to destroy Doc's note. I tore it into little bits and ate it while I tried to figure out what to do first.

I needed to find Rutilus, test her. No idea where to start there. I had to get these mikes and cameras put up in the lab. That was going to be tricky, but Julina could help. Could I trust her to keep her mouth shut? Maybe for now, but if someone came after her she'd break like glass. Was there any reason to try to visit Brighton, maybe get the communicator back? No – they would have searched him.

Who was behind all of this, who was the Gamemaker now? I remembered hanging the dummy of Seneca Crane. At least I knew who the enemy was then. But it hadn't felt simple at the time. And technically I knew who the enemy was now – anyone who didn't want to get them out of that mine alive, anyone who wanted to pin crimes that hadn't happened on Gale. And Johanna.

I smiled to think how annoyed Johanna would be if I saved her neck.

Once I got back to the lab, it'd be a while before I could get away. Better to find Rutilus first. Where would she be? The auditorium seemed to be her natural habitat. Cameras and all.

I peeked into the auditorium, almost expecting to see Rutilus still standing at the podium on the stage. But the podium was barely visible, having been pulled off into the wings and echoes of the door shutting rang down the aisle as I entered. They weren't here. I turned and went back out into the hall.

I paused there. I could hear voices, angry voices, from somewhere. I set off toward them, keeping my footfalls quiet so that I wouldn't interrupt whatever was happening. These were Capitol people. They were probably fighting over what to wear to lunch.

The sound came from a room across the hall from the backstage door.

" . . . in front of this story. We're letting the papers run away with it." A male voice I didn't know.

"What good would another press conference be? Onyx can do another statement, but he's not exactly riveting. Who else would you put up there?" That one was a squeaky female voice, not Rutilus.

I risked a peek into the room. Half a dozen people sat at a table, eating lunch. I could smell the sandwiches. It'd been a long time since breakfast. The two arguing had their backs to me. I could see Rutilus's red hair at the end of the table. I moved to be in her line of sight and waited, hoping for her to glance up at the door.

She looked terrible, exhausted. Her eyes were swollen and shot through with red, staring blindly at the middle of the table while she poked at a salad.

"There's our answer," said the male voice. I looked over and saw that he was looking right at me with a predatory grin. Oops.

In seconds they were surrounding me, clucking about how I was the way to steal attention away from the papers. I managed to grab a sandwich and soon Rutilus and I were the only ones sitting at the table while the others gathered, plotting, around a whiteboard. As excited as they were to see me, none of them particularly minded if I chose lunch over their little meeting.

I scooted over a chair so that I was next to Rutilus.

"How's it going?" I asked her.

She smiled weakly. "It's been a long couple of days."

This was my chance. "Do you think that anyone's alive down there?"

Rutilus's eyes lit up, bright with fear. "I need to go to the ladies' room."

I didn't get at first that she meant for me to come with her. When she got to the door, she looked at me and I got it. I wrapped the rest of my sandwich up and stuffed it in my pocket, then followed her. She headed down the hall, then stopped outside a door marked "Utility." There was a loud humming behind the door; for all I knew this could be the other side of the fans outside. Whatever it was, it gave us the noise we needed.

"Yes. Someone's alive. At least they were. There've been more explosions down there since noon. I hope they're all still alive. But I have no idea how, or if, they're going to get out." Her voice had fallen to a slow whisper. She clenched the back of her neck. "I tried so hard to make this visit safe."

"They know what they're doing. We need to trust them to get themselves out and make sure that they aren't walking into an ambush when they get here." I sounded so sure I almost convinced myself.

"But it is an ambush," she said.

"Will you help me shed some light on it, in the press conference?"

"You can do unscripted?" She bit her lip. I could almost hear her wondering if I was worth the risk.

"That's all I can do."

"We can't let . . . they can't know what is coming. The others, they just want to scoop the papers. I don't trust them."

"Okay. I just want to tell everyone what's really happening."

She clenched her eyes shut, trying to pull her own mind together around this idea.

"What do we have to lose?"

She gave a quick nod. "It can't get much worse." She looked me in the face; it was like she had woken from a daze. She was suddenly brisk and efficient. "You'll have to just go along with whatever they tell you. Before you go on, I'll give you a short list of points you have to hit. Then we'll have to wing it."

We started to head down the hall, but then she touched my elbow and motioned me back. "To do this right we need backup, a print article ready to go as soon as the conference is done. I know a reporter, from the Oracle. You might not know it. It's a new paper, trying to compete with the Circus. His name's Veritas Delphi. He's solid. Will you talk to him?"

"Okay, but I've got to get back to the labs for a little bit. Finish up some things there."

The rest of the afternoon was a rush of activity.

I didn't dare to make a paper list of the things I had to do. So I just kept going over things in my head: what to say in press conference, get back in time for interview, find Julina and rebug the lab.

"Nice of you to join us," someone muttered as I walked in. It wasn't Beetee, but I went over to him to apologize anyway.

"I'm so sorry. It's crazy out there. They want me to do another press conference." He'd liked the idea earlier, hopefully he still would.

"That's fine. There's not too much data entry left anyway." He barely glanced over his shoulder as he nervously pushed back his hair and went back to work.

I went into the office with Julina. She jumped up and gave me an eager hug as I awkwardly patted her back.

"What now?" she whispered.

I looked around for something that could make noise, cover our conversation. Then I remembered the mikes and cameras were down. At least here, at least for now, we weren't being listened to. I pulled the door to the office shut and explained to her as much as I could.

Her eyes sparkled. This was a thrilling game to her, but at least she was eager to help. In fact, it was her idea to see if we could get the Oracle's reporter in to talk to the boys in Brighton's office. It was worth a shot. Then I told her what I needed her to do to help me get the camera up and she was ready to go.

We went back into the labs and offered to do a coffee break run. While we were going around, asking people what they wanted from the kitchens, I stuck the 3 microphones in the locations that Doc had suggested, or as close to them as I could. The one that made my heart thump like I'd been running for my life was right near Beetee's desk. I acted like I couldn't hear him when he gave me his order, which wasn't hard to do since he tended to mumble, and leaned on his desk. I slipped the mike under the desk with my right hand when I knew he wasn't looking. I felt bad spying on a friend. I told myself that if he turned out to be okay these mikes would just prove his innocence.

Meanwhile I'd spotted the camera just above his desk, in the corner of the ceiling.

When we got back from the kitchens, Julina took Beetee's coffee over to him. I knew this part would be hard for her. She'd spent so much time trying to show everyone that she wasn't a klutz. But it turned out that she was quite the actress.

"Oh, no! I'm so sorry! Here, let me clean that up for you."

Beetee's work was too important to actually spill coffee on his keyboard, but she'd spilled it right next to it, on the right side, away from where I needed to work. The couple of people who worked in that office came rushing over to help.

I set down the things I'd brought from the kitchen, pushed a wheeled chair over to the corner, jumped up on it, then up onto a filing cabinet. I slapped the new camera onto the old one, forcing myself to slow down and set it exactly on top of it.

Just as we'd planned Julina was the one who looked up and called out "Katniss, what are you doing?"

Now I had to act. Surely after all that time on the Victory Tour I could be convincing for just a few seconds. "Oh my gosh, what is this? Beetee, there's a camera thing in this corner."

The moment of truth – would Beetee believe that I was naïve enough to be shocked by that?

Apparently so.

He smirked. "Don't worry about it, Katniss. They're everywhere." He didn't mention that the cameras had been disabled. Either he didn't know or he didn't want everyone else to know. Didn't matter for now. As long as he bought my surprise.

I jumped down. In a few minutes Julina and I were back at work, distributing coffee and pastries to hungry lab rats. We went back into the office and actually finished the data entry. It didn't take long since Julina had gotten most of it done earlier. I think she got done faster without me interfering.

Then we went out to the office and told Beetee that we were heading down to get ready for the press conference. He didn't even question Julina going with me; he was probably relieved not to have to her around spilling things on his computers.

In the hall outside of the auditorium we saw Rutilus in an intense conversation with a tall slender man, clearly from the Capitol. His face was tattooed with orange and yellow flames, his hair dyed to match, so that it was difficult to tell where his skin ended and his hair began. His short hair stood on end. Combined with his height, the effect made me think so strongly of a matchstick that I had to bite my lip to keep from saying something stupid.

"Katniss," Rutilus turned to greet us. "This is Veritas Delphi." I shook Veritas' hand, then took a moment to realize that they were looking at Julina expectantly.

"Oh, this is Julina. She works with me in Beetee's lab."

"I'm Mica Rutilus." She shook Julina's hand with her usual smooth smile. She glanced into the room where the others were still meeting, then motioned with her head for us to follow her. As I expected, we were soon behind the auditorium, standing close to be heard over the noise of the fans. Rutilus pulled me aside.

"Veritas just wants to ask you a few questions for his paper. Are you ready?"

We quickly went over the main points that Rutilus wanted me to mention, then Rutilus left us for the interview. Veritas worked efficiently, taking notes with squiggly symbols that I couldn't decipher.

After about 45 minutes of questions and answers, I leaned back and pressed my palm to my temple.

"Thanks, I think that's about all I need although, of course, I'll be here for the press conference, too." Veritas seemed very pleased with the interview, his eyes glowing as he finished his last notes.

"Wait." Julina had been sitting silently just behind me. "Would you like to interview some of Hawthorne's squad?"

I had almost forgotten about that idea, but apparently Julina hadn't. "I can't take you over now," I said. "I gotta go get ready."

It was Julina's idea for them to stop by the kitchen and pick up some meals and drinks, then get into Brighton's office under the guise of delivering dinner. I could only hope that they could pull it off and that the boys would still be there.

"I'll see you after the press conference then," I said and was surprised when Julina grabbed me and gave me a tight hug, before bounding off to the kitchens with Veritas.

Back in the prep room everything was a flurry of activity. I was handed a prepared speech and told to practice reading it, but I knew I wasn't really going to give this speech. Add to that the fact that they had someone fixing my hair, and someone else doing my makeup, and for some reason I couldn't concentrate. They finally gave it up and sent me off to change. I had a moment of longing for Cinna, not just for his wonderful clothes, but more for the calm he gave me before I faced the cameras.

Rutilus found me in the dressing room.

"That's a great color on you," she said and it took me a moment to realize she was talking about the red blouse I was putting on. It couldn't have been the white suit, since white isn't really even a color. "We're thinking about taking this press conference outside – where the families and the press already are. You okay with that?"

I nodded absently. It wasn't until we were on our way over that it began to occur to me how much more chaotic things could get out here. In 12, people always just waited quietly for the mine to be evacuated. Here the crowd was rumbling. Maybe it was because these people weren't used to being patient; maybe it was because there were no Peacekeepers roaming around with guns to remind everyone to be patient. It could even have been because some suspected they weren't really doing everything they could to get them out. But the mood was different. Ominous.

I was glad that I had slipped my gray sweatshirt on and hidden in the hood. I glanced out into the crowd and my heart clenched for a moment.

There was Gale, just standing there.

I didn't realize that I had stopped walking until someone ran into my back, nearly knocking me over. By the time I looked back I knew that it wasn't Gale. It was Rory, holding Posy. I closed my stinging eyes, angry with myself for hoping. Then I thought of something.

"I'll be right back," I said to Rutilus, who had just caught up to me. Before she could answer I darted off into the crowd to find him. Luckily he was tall so I didn't lose him in the throng.

When I got to him, I quickly pulled him aside, trusting that the hubbub around us would prevent anyone from hearing.

"Do you still want to help?"

He nodded eagerly. "Anything."

"We think they're gonna get out on their own. Come up through some vents on the south side of the mountain. I need you to get over there, watch for them, warn them about what's going on up here."

I didn't have much time, but I sketched out for him how someone was trying to frame Gale and Johanna. His eyes widened, but he didn't say anything. I told him about the rumors that the President was dead, not mentioning my part in spreading those rumors. He went over to Hazelle and whispered a few words in her ear, then gave her a hug and headed off in the direction I had shown him. I grabbed her quickly myself. She looked at me with questioning eyes, but I just shook my head. I didn't have time to explain.

As I headed back over for the press conference a wave of guilt swept over me. Had I just sent another of her sons into danger? What if something happened to him?

But there was no time to think about that. A temporary platform had been set up in the parking lot just behind the crowd. They were starting. Onyx was speaking. A bunch of garbage about how this had moved into clean up mode, that there was very little chance that there were any survivors at this point. He was either a traitor or an idiot. Maybe both.

I found Rutilus and she guided me up to the stairs. Onyx finished his statement, apologized for not having time to take questions and stepped down without looking at me.

I found myself staring out into a thousand faces in a colorful crowd.

"Good evening. I think it's time for an end to business as usual in Panem. It's time someone started telling the truth. I'm going to start by saying that I'm sorry for the lies I've told; I'm sorry for the lies I've let others tell you while I said nothing. Now it's finally time to let you know what was real, what was unreal and what really happened."

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