"What if we can't take the Panem News Network?" Finnick asked. He had gathered Plutarch, Beetee, and Wiress to a little shack on a remote island by District Four on the premise of a fishing trip.
"We can because we have Beetee -" Wiress reassured everyone as she pinched her husband's cheek endearingly.
"Ooow!" Beetee groaned. Finnick chuckled.
"Finnick is right. What if we can't?" Plutarch asked. Wiress huffed indignantly and folded her arms.
"Well I think, Gamemaker, that if the smartest inventor from District Three says -" Beetee blushed again at Wiress' scolding.
"Ok. Fine. Let's change the scenario. If the Capitol shuts down Panem News Network, we have to find another way to get our message across. Anyone have any ideas?" Plutarch asked. Wiress looked up at the worn roof of the shack and began humming.
"Let's think about it and go fishing." Plutarch suggested excitedly. "Finnick, pull that canoe around, will ya?"
"YEAH!" Finnick and Beetee cheered. Wiress muttered something sounding suspiciously like 'men' but she lathered on sun-screen and set out to the beach. Beetee settled a life-jacket around her before he joined her on the bench. Plutarch and Finnick grabbed the fishing poles and tackle boxes.
"Life-vest, Heavensbee?" Finnick asked.
"Nah. My building has an indoor pool." Finnick nodded and closed the life-vest box that had two extra floating devices. Finnick stripped down to his speedos and stood at the helm of the canoe.
"AND WE'RE OFF TO FISH ON THE WATER! Oh, and darken the tans on our sun-kissed skin!" Everyone chuckled. "Beetee, c'mon, man, shirt off! Plutarch's tanning his love-handles! I bet Wiress would love your tanned scrawny body!"
"Yes, but he'll get burnt -" Wiress began.
"I would like a bit of a tan, hon." Beetee muttered as he unbuttoned his collared shirt. After closing his filled pocket-protector, he put his shirt in a plastic bag. Wiress giggled at him as she adjusted her light green sun-dress. After an hour, the guys had caught several fish.
"Beetee?" Wiress asked as she watched the waters shimmer beneath the canoe.
"Yes, hon?" He asked.
"What if we had a distraction -" She paused as Finnick strippd out of his speedos and relieved himself off the side of the boat.
"Not that sort of distraction, hon." Beetee mumbled turning a bit green.
"I mean - a distraction - with the power -" Wiress smiled.
"I think you're right. Plutarch! Finnick!" Beetee called as the two men in the front of the boat began arguing about who's fish was the biggest. "Pull her back to the cabin! My Wiress has a brilliant idea!"
Two days later, Beetee and Wiress arrived at the Capitol after securing invitations to Fulvia's Avon Party where she would showcase a wig Wiress had made incorporating the use of lighted fiber-optics in the fake hair. "Ooooh! It's so beautiful!" Flavius squealed setting the lighted hair-piece on top of his dyed bright blue hair.
"Yes, the fibers seem to light well -" Wiress began as the multi-colored Capitol people began jumping up and down squealing.
"Well, why keep the party in your apartment, Fulvia?" Effie asked. "I think tonight's a great great great night to head toward the City Center!" Beetee and Wiress winked at each other as the party guests made their way into the center of the Capitol.
"Oooh! Look! It's a re-showing of the 70th Hunger Games!" Octavia screeched pointing at the large screens on the walls of the buildings.
"Now!" Wiress hissed before Beetee pushed a button in his pants pocket. The bloodbath by the cornucopia was replaced by Finnick standing on a canoe naked before adding his contribution to the ocean of Panem.
"Oooh! Finnick! He's sooooo fine!" Cinna swooned.
"I didn't realize Cinna -" Wiress whispered to her husband.
"Yes, he swings that way - " Suddenly the lights went off around the City Center plunging people into darkness. Wiress smiled and controlled the computers in the main Capitol power station with a tablet computer that was disguised as a watch on her wrist. "Wiress! Hurry!" Beetee whispered as the crowd began panicking in earnest. Finnick was back a second later laughing and sunning himself on the boat before the regular Panem National News broadcast resumed along with the other lighting around the City Center.
"Oh - well - oh my - I was so so so scared, but if they were trying to show something with Finnick, I suppose that's a good excuse!" Effie gasped flustered. "Oh my - Oh, Fulvia, he looked so - oh - I can't contain myself!" She gasped fanning herself with a bright pink fan.
"Mission accomplished." Beetee whispered in Wiress' ear as they made their way to the train station and back to District Three.
"Well, it worked." Beetee said to Plutarch in the basement of his District Three workroom. Wiress smiled as she showed Plutarch the notebook of code she had written for the mission.
"Yes, it worked, but - ah - Finnick relieving himself is perhaps not the best distraction." Plutarch muttered.