Suzanne Collins owns the Hunger Games trilogy. I only own my original characters, the rest of the cubmitted original characters are owned by their respective creators.

Author's Note: Still waiting for tribute submissions. So please get those in to me ASAP. Because the quicker the spots are filled, the quicker I can get down to writing the actual story. Here is just a short filler chapter to tide everyone over, till I get the reapings for Districts 1 through 4 and the Capitol written. But I'll need YOUR submissions to make it possible.

Head Gamemaker Tim Lansing's POV

I walk into the tech center of the Memorial Games, in an communications building for the Capitol. I enter the elevator and go down to the basement research and development labs. Where they're testing the new gear for the upcoming games. I was informed that they were nearing completion, but had one slight problem that was keeping the developers from releasing them to the Gamemakers. I had to find out what that problem was...

"What seems to be the problem Beetee?" I ask Beetee.

"I'll show you..." Beetee replied, standing up and walking over to the display of the laser guns. They were a stroke of genius... They were small hand cannons with a little light at the end, which would emit the laser. The armor and receivers were silver technological vests, with the receivers on the chest, back, and shoulders. The R&D department really out did themselves on this one, I don't understand what the problem was...

"Dave come out here!" Beetee shouted as he grabbed one of the guns off the wall display. A short and nerdy young man walked out into the room. He had a white lab coat on, with his glasses taped in the middle, obviously to keep them together. He also wore one of the vests.

"Hold still Dave..." Beetee fired the laser and Dave vanished in a flash of light. I stood there amazed.

"You got the teleportation part finished." I say. "I don't know what the problem is..."

Beetee turned on a nearby monitor and there stood Dave, in another room of the department. There was one noticible thing about him.

"Dave where are your clothes?" I ask him.

"That's the problem!" he replied. "The problem is that when one of us is hit by the laser and transported to the designated location, we lose our clothes! It's been a problem ever since we implemented the teleporter system into the guns and armor."

I sigh... "Now I see what the problem is... Is there any steps being taken to fix this problem Beetee?"

"We have a few ideas, but nothing has been tested yet Mr. Lansing."

"Please Beetee call me Tim. Okay? I call you by your first name all of the time."

"Sorry Tim... It's just that you're the Head Gamemaker and all. So I was trying to be formal."

"It's okay, you don't have to be formal with me or the other Gamemakers. We're all friends here. Now please fix this problem or remove the teleporter system. Because I would hate to tell the tributes that they can't wear their lucky articles of clothing into the arena or they're favorite clothes. Because they'd end up stark naked when they've been eliminated from competition."

"Already on it Tim." Beetee said as I leave the labs. I take the elevator back up to ground floor. Where I was called on my phone. It was Paylor... She called me to have me investigate the closed down Capitol Genetics Building. Which was closed down almost a year ago, when Paylor was sworn in as President of Panem. Hmmm, if there is a problem at the Genetics Building, then that means something was stolen. I do remember the order to incinerate the muttations in that building when Paylor ordered it. It's been going slow, but most of the mutts were destroyed. However the remaining ten percent was still being housed in that building. If the remaining ten percent was stolen, then that would be a huge problem. But what did have to do with me? I'm just a head gamemaker for the Memorial Games. Then again Paylor has ways of connecting two non similar things into one. Usually she's right about the connection between the two situations. So I should go see what is going on over there, before heading back home.

I walk up to the head researcher, former head researcher of the building. I shook hands with Dr. Monroe, the former head researcher.

"Nice to meet you Monroe." I say shaking his hand.

'It's a pleasure I'm sure..." he replied. "Let me show you our problem. Though I don't understand why a Head Gamemaker would be sent to investigate this situation. I would prefer the head of the Peacekeepers."

"Well Madam President has a reason why she sent me. I just don't know what that reason is yet."

I followed Dr. Monroe down to the secret labs of this building. It was here that the fallen tributes were taken to be revived as those dreadful wolf mutts. I really hated seeing that happen to the dead, didn't Snow have any respect for the dead? Mostly likely he didn't, he had no soul and a block of ice for a heart. I hated the man, and I was one of the very few in the Capitol who did. However if I wasn't careful, I would've been an Avox by now. I feel sorry for them, having their tongues cut out because they spoke out against Snow, then tortured into becoming slaves to the President's whim. Actually I was almost turned into a Avox. When I escaped the Capitol during the 74th Hunger Games, I was close to being captured. If it wasn't for the rebellion and their surface to air missles that brought down those Capitol hovercrafts, I would've joined my former friend Lavinia as an Avox. The poor girl... She's dead now and I'm still here. I really loved her and cared for her so much. I wish she was here right now, though she couldn't talk anymore, she could've communicated through sign language. But alas the war was a too cruel mistress. Now here I am investigating missing abominations, while getting everything ready for the Memorial Games.

Monroe shows me the cages that kept the wolf mutts, or lack there of... They were gone... All of them, since none of them were killed back then. They were locked away in the cages for two years. Probably fed meat until they were needed for an Hunger Games again. Those poor fallen tributes, to be used for mad scientists like this, and only to be stolen by someone unknown.

"They weren't the only things stolen..." Monroe said. Then he took me to a large room, with a really large cage. Then I notice what was missing, a really big mutt that must've stood at about seven feet tall. I walk up to the plaque, that had it's name, and then the color drains from my face when I read the name. It was called the Minotaur.

"That was supposed to be used in the last Hunger Games that Coin wanted to hold for the Capitol children. However we kept it in here for everybody's safety." Monroe says with a grim expression on his face. "We don't know how this one was stolen. As it was a large behemoth of a monster. Using the remains of Brutus, the District 2 victor that died in the Quarter Quell..."

"Say no more Doc." I say holding up my hands in protest. "I don't want to hear you tell me that you used another fallen tribute's body for another damn mutt! I'm sick and tired of hearing about more atrocities commited by President Snow!"

"Sorry, I forgot you were the Capitol who successfully joined the rebellion. I was good friends with your parents. You wouldn't beleive what I and a few others had to do to get Snow to spare them. He was truly a horrible man with a hunger for never ending power. I'm ashamed that I had to work for him for almost twenty-five years. You wouldn't believe what I had to sacrifice in order to survive his iron fist." Monroe said.

I can understand what he had to give up to survive that long. In fact I'm kind of embarrassed that I got lucky when Paylor and her squadron saved my hide two years ago. But he did help Snow allow my parents live, without turning them into Avox. At least I should give him credit for that... I guess...

"If that is all that was stolen, then I'll go and report the stolen mutts to Madam President now. Excuse me..." I say walking towards the door.

"Wait!" Monroe called back when I was just touching the door knob. I turn back to look at him. "There is something I'd need to tell you... About you and your parents... but it can wait till a better time."

I simply nod and walk back to the elevators. Thinking about what he wanted to tell me. I'll find a day when I'm not so busy to arrange a meeting at a local coffee house for some coffee and doughnuts. But not right now... I have a lot of work to get done today. I have to report my findings and theories to President Paylor, then give an update to the other Gamemakers on the problem with the guns and vests. Then I should just go home and settle in for the night with my fiancee and children. They'd want to see their daddy before they go to bed for preschool in the morning.

Author's Comment: Get those applications to me ASAP! District 1 girl, D2 girl, D4 girl, and D7 girl are the only spots reserved already by those who said will submit a tribute. So make your tribute and send them in to me as soon as possible!