Flo's POV

I was strong. I had got through this so far. Three months of Peeta's torture, three months of almost all of my friends dead. Sure, it had been hard. Sure there were times when I wanted to be dead myself. But I had managed it, so I could manage it now.

Most of the Districts were in full-scale rebellion. Katniss' propaganda videos were being showed everywhere. All I wanted to do was fight. But Red and I had been told to stay undercover. We might be needed as ordinary Capitol citizens at some point.

I banged my head on the desk. At least if I was fighting, I would feel like I was doing something. Not just sitting here, waiting, imagining all the horrible things that were happening to the people I loved. I pulled out the photo album that I kept under my bed. Normally I wasn't creative in any way, but this album had all the memories of my normal life in it. At the start there were baby pictures; then pictures of my mum and dad; then pictures of me with all my friends (Peeta was in there a lot); then pictures of every boyfriend I'd ever had; finally finishing with ones of my friends here in the Capitol. I smiled when I pulled out one of Peeta in the school canteen. He was making a heart with his fingers while standing behind Katniss and grinning from ear to ear. God, I missed him. I haven't seen him for a year and a half now.

Just then my phone rang. It was in the shape of a burger and I always laughed at it no matter what mood I was in.

'S'up' I said down the phone, hoping it wasn't an adult.

'Hey ginge' Red's voice answered. 'There's a meeting tonight. Apparently it's something really important'.

'Like what?'

'I dunno, but I cant wait. I'm sick of being stuck here, doing nothing'. Ah, we were so alike.

'Cool. When and where?'

'Midnight, Number 34, office blocks in the main square. I'll meet you outside'. He hung up.

That night, I tiptoed past my dad's room listening for his heavy snore. I had decided it was too dangerous for him to know anything about the rebellion in case he was captured. Every meeting I had to sneak out, hoping he wouldn't be too disappointed with me in the morning. I think he thought I was seeing some boy in the middle of the night. Well let him think that, it's better than what I actually do. I crept across the moonlight square towards the office block. Seeing Red's familiar figure I waved madly at him.

He held my hand as we walked into the building, giving me the feeling there was something he wasn't telling me. We walked silently up the stairs and I pushed open the door, to be greeted by the strangest sight.

Plutarch Heavensbee was sitting at the head of a table full of men and women in grey uniforms. At first I thought they were all District 13 soldiers, but then I realised I recognised some of them. They were people from the Seam in District 12. There were a couple of Gale's friends, a few guys I had seen working in shops, or down the mines and finally: Gale. Without thinking I let go of Red's hands and threw myself on him, giving him a massive hug. I breathed in the lovely woody smell and almost burst into tears. I had missed him a lot more than I cared to admit.

'Hey Flo' he smiled at me.

I was speechless. I just hugged him tighter. He symbolised District 12 for me. If him and his friends were here, it didn't matter that District 12 was gone. I never wanted to let go of him. I knew he had survived the fire, but I guessed I would never see him again. I thought he would stay in District 13 for the rest of his life.

An awkward 'ahem' behind me made me withdraw my arms from round Gale. I realised there were tears streaming down my cheeks, so I quickly wiped them away. Plutarch was staring at me.

'Can we start the meeting now, please?'

I blushed, 'Sure'.

I noticed Red was staring at me resentfully. I quickly went to sit in my usual place next to him, but he ignored me. Plutarch started the meeting by giving the same of everyone here. I wasn't really listening. I was too busy trying to get Red's attention.

'Another boyfriends is he?' he hissed at me.

'What? He's my friend. I haven't seen him for ages. I thought he was dead'. Just one little lie wouldn't do any harm. Red simply turned away from me.

'If you're so jealous, why have you never just asked me out?'

If looks could kill…

'People listen! This is crucial'. Plutarch was looking at me directly. Gale winked at me from across the table. I couldn't help sticking my tongue out back.

'It has been decided that the Mockingjay is unable to perform and do her vital work in her current mental state. We have sent several psychiatrists in, and they decided the best thing for her was to bring Peeta back.'

I rolled my eyes, and looked at Gale. His face had hardened, and he almost looked jealous. I guess he was still in love with Katniss.

Plutarch continued. 'A plan has been devised by the best minds we have. Everyone in this room will play a completely vital part to Peeta's rescue. While Beetee distracts everyone with a propaganda video…'

Plutarch goes on to describe a very long and complicated plan. It involved knockout gas, a power failure, and a bomb. For some reason, they have decided to give me the main part in it. After he had finished there was a hushed silence.

'Do you think we can do it?' someone whispered.

'Of course' said Plutarch jovially but I could see the shadow of doubt in his eye.

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Nancy :)