Team Nerds stood in the studio of the Panem News Network. "So tell me, are you happy that the music chip has hit stores here in the Capitol?" Claudius Templesmith asked. They had agreed to do the interview so they could survey how newscasts were produced. Part of the rebellion would be to break into the broadcast network, disrupt newscasts, and possibly take over Panem News Network.
"Yes." Beetee said smiling. "I'm so happy that i could provide the Capitolites with a way to easily access their music. And - ah - honey, what are you doing?" Beetee asked as Wiress waltzed onstage looking as if she raided Effie Trinket's wardrobe and put clothing on at random. She wore green and purple striped tights, a knee length flowing black skirt with fluorescent colored flowers. To top off the outfit, she wore a top that had multicolored feathers pinned at random on all sides. She grinned at her husband knowing she was doing quite well with her role of: Distract the interviewer so you two can examine the news room.
"Gaga!" Wiress squealed twirling around onstage. "Gaga, Beetee!" She insisted as she grasped his hands to pull him to a standing position.
"Yes, my Wiress is a fan if Lady Gaga." Beetee explained. "Honey - I was just about to explain the microchip properties -"
"ROMANCE!" Wiress cried before bringing Beetee into a very deep passionate French kiss. Beetee picked his wife up as she giggled wildly. "Bad romance." she whispered seductively as she unbuttoned his shirt collar. Beetee acted startled as the camera crew cued Lady Gaga's song "Bad Romance." before Wiress began singing along. Wiress had arranged the soundtrack ahead of time. As they danced and sang, Wiress unbuttoned the rest of Beetee's shirt and cast it aside followed by his undershirt. Without missing a beat, Wiress sang every word while dancing around Beetee who was doing the robot and making mental notes about the camera settings.
"WIRESS!" Beetee yelped as Wiress pulled down his pants so all of Panem could see his electric-circuit designed boxers with a certain 'pocket' designed like a battery. This is definitely part of the plan I wasn't aware of! He thought frantically.
"I want your love and I want your revenge. You and me could write a bad romance! Whoaaaaaa - caught in a bad romance!" Wiress sang as her fingers caressed then latched onto Beetee's "Battery pack." The song ended just as Beetee fainted from sheer embarrassment. Wiress giggled and twirled around onstage as she quickly surveyed the camera equipment and wiring. As Beetee sat up looking less than amused, Wiress dragged him offstage to examine his "battery pack" in a more private setting.
"Do we have to watch this?" Beetee asked at Plutarch's house a few days later as they rewatched the broadcast.
"Yes!" Wiress insisted glaring at her husband. "We're verifying that we took notes on what we remembered about the wiring -"
"And set up of the cameras, I know." Beetee said. "Plutarch, please tell me we don't have to do this again?" Plutarch grinned.
"If you do here are two things: Wiress, you are not allowed to sing Lady Gaga. President Snow prefers Kesha this month. Second thing: No matter how much the action recharges you, do NOT grab Beetee's battery pack on national TV."