A/N- Ha! See, I told you that I'd be updating quick! In your face any doubters...

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Ok, so here is chapter 12... and it's a bit of a filler chap sorry :/

"Are you one hundred percent sure this plan will work?" I ask, for about the twentieth time in the past half hour.

"Not one hundred, but ninety eight...ish" Haymitch answers from the couch.

"Well ninety eight isn't good enough! We could be risking our lives and not even save anyone else's" I retort to the back of his head, as he's glued to the TV screen.

"It'll work out. Now shut up, I'm trying to watch something" He groans, waving his hand in a gesture hinting for me to leave.

"Pfft, fine, I'm going" I say, stomping out of the lounge, then out of the house completely.

He's such an arrogant pig, I think to myself, sitting down on the overgrown grass outside Haymitch's house. I'm worrying about Peeta's life, while he just sits and watches crap on the TV! He's unbelievable and just throws his weight around, bossing people like me around and I won't stand for it anymore. I deserve to know the ins and outs of the plan just as much as he does! All I know is that it involves breaking into the arena via aircraft and taking out some tributes. But how can we do that? I don't even think we have any aircraft available, never mind breaking into the arena.

I snap another blade of grass.

I'm a person too. I'm the freaking sister of the main person we're trying to rescue! I'm not gonna let some filthy, drunken, bad tempered, arrogant, ignorant... Right, enough with the insults, I need to face him and give him a piece of my mind.

I parade back into the house, speaking before I even see him.

"Right, Haymitch. I don't care about any of your excuses, you're gonna tell me straight: What exactly is the plan? And what part do I play in it?"

I hear a low mumbling of voices. Freezing my body, I suddenly realise that Haymitch isn't alone.

There's someone in there, talking with him. Wait, no, there's more than one person. There's about three people, besides Haymitch. Cautious not to be heard, I creep up to the door and place my ear to it.

Just as I do, the door swings open, and I almost fall into the room. Luckily, my foot stops my falling just in time, as I nearly topple head-first.

"Well... what a first impression..." A sly comment comes from somewhere in the room.

I regain balance and look up. Three people sit on the couches, the fourth holding the door and looking down at me, a slight curve in his lip. The man holding the door looks around his forties, with cropped grey hair and kind-looking blue eyes. He can't have spoken those sly words, he seems much to normal and decent. I just hope that he's as nice as he looks.

Glancing over to the couches, I can tell who made that sarcastic comment. The important looking woman sitting opposite Haymitch. She seems way into her fifties, with a sheet of wispy grey hair that falls by her shoulders. She may be quite old, but her voice is young and strong. I'm not sure I like the look of her, but I think the feeling is mutual. The way she's looking at me, is like I'm a stray dog who's rooting through her bins.

"This is her, Zinnia, I'm presuming?" She asks Haymitch, still not removing her eyes from me.

"Yeah, this is her" Haymitch nods, also noticing me.

"Hey, I am here you know. There's no need to talk as if I'm not here" I say, annoyed.

"You shouldn't be, though" Haymitch mutters, but loud enough to make sure I heard.

"Why not? I deserve to know every detail about the plan" I say, then add. "I'm guessing this is the reason you've got three important looking strangers sitting in your lounge?"

"Yeah, well it turns out that these 'important looking people' are leaders from District Thirteen" He says. "And this lady here, is President Coin"

"Oh, what an honour to meet you" I remark sarcastically, doing a little curtsey to wind her up.

"Oh no, the honour is all mine, Miss Mellark" Coin smiles, trying to play at my game.

There's a small cough and everyone turns. The kind-looking man, who's name turns out to be Boggs, is still standing by the door.

"Ahem, sorry to interrupt your greetings, but we really do have business to get to and we're running short on time" He says, tapping his watch.

"Ah yes, you're absolutely right, Boggs" Coin agrees, then turns to Haymitch. "So, shall we run through the procedure?

I decide to stay; I want to here this. So I walk over and perch myself on an arm of the couch. Coin takes notice of my close presence and I can see that she's not particularly comfortable with me so close. But she makes no fuss and pulls out a large sheet of paper.

"Right, so we've been studying the layout of the Capitol and the arena, and we think if we follow this highlighted route, then it will lead us here" Her long fingernails draw along the surface of the paper. "Once we get there, then we'll use some new technology systems we've been working on and that will grant us access to the inside of the arena"

Haymitch nods, seeming quite engrossed with the sketches and the well thought out plan. I seem quite impressed too, maybe his 'ninety eight' has increased to 'ninety nine point seven'.

"Ok, so after we get inside the arena, we'll be high enough to see the tributes. Katniss will have no tracker in her arm if things go well, but we'll be able to spot her quickly, unlike the Capitol. Then, we locate everyone involved and send extensions to reach down and pluck them out of the arena like picking petals from a daisy. Then all we do afterwards, is zoom out of the arena and head back to Thirteen. Simple" She finishes, seeming quite pleased with herself.

I doubt she came up with the whole plan herself, but even so, it's a pretty secure plan. I don't see much room for faults. But on paper, everything sounds 'simple', as Coin would say, however, carrying out the plan may prove to be harder...

"So, what do you think?" Coin asks Haymitch, sitting back a little.

He strokes his chin, thinking a bit. "Hmm, sounds pretty good to me"

"Yeah, it may look easy from the diagrams, but how do we know that everything will play out?" I cut in.

"Everything has been carefully thought out" Coin says, a fake smile on her face that's itching to scowl.

"You can say that, in fact you can say whatever you want, but how do I know for sure?" I question.

"Because I've checked everything and you can see that on the diagrams" She says quite arrogantly.

"I know, but you can't see everything on one diagram" I remark.

"As I've said before, everything has been carefully thought out" She says and I can see that I'm starting to get to her.

Just a few more comments and she won't be able to act all nicey-nice with me...

"Yes, but how do I know? You could be making any old story up, hiding the faults" I point out.

"Are you calling me a liar?" She accuses.

I make a fake gasp. "Are you accusing me of such a thing? I'm merely just making sure that I agree with everything"

"And I'm just telling you that everything is sorted" She says bitterly, my pushing getting her close to the edge.

So close, yet so far away...

"For now, maybe. But what if something unexpected arises?" I query.

"Like what?" She says, her eyebrows arched.

"I dunno, like, what if the Capitol sees the aircraft before it gets in the arena?"

"They won't see us. Our route specially avoids any cameras. Besides, everyone will be too focused on the Quell, that they won't notice a thing" She explains, partially grinning to herself.

"Fair do... But, what if... the tributes are already dead?"

"They won't be. We have some tributes that are in with the plan and have been instructed to keep the likes of Katniss and Peeta alive"

"Really? Well then, you do have most fields covered. But, aha, what if the aircraft suddenly breaks down?"

"It won't. It's been built professionally and nothing could possibly go wrong"

"What if it's raining and we all get electrocuted?"

"There's nothing electrical on the outside of the craft"

"What if it's windy?"

"The aircraft is durable"

"What if it's hot and the metal melts?"

"It can't melt"

"It can"

"It won't"

"It might"

"It. Won't." Her tone has sounded more and more impatient each time I've spoken, but now she seems teetering on the verge of self destruction.

Perfect.

"Fine. It won't melt... But what's saving us if a giant llama mutt starts eating the aircraft?"

"A giant llama mutt? Now you're just being ridiculous and immature" She snaps at me, clearly annoyed to her full capacity.

"Gees, I'm just eliminating the possibilities... But, everything seems under control in your head"

"It. Is. Under. Control."

"I'm sure it is" I smile falsely. "Hey, no offence and all, but how many arena break-ins have you done recently? I'm guessing not many, in fact none at all. It's never been done. So how do you know that it will work out?"

"THAT IS ENOUGH!" She screams at me, her face flushed with anger. Her eyes flame and her nostrils are flaring. I can see her hands clenched so tight that her knuckles are going white.

I've hit the jackpot...

"I have had heard just about enough from you, Missy. I don't know who you think you are, walking in here and questioning me like that. I've tried being nice and civil with you, but all I get back is your cheek and immature comments!" Coin retorts to me, then she turns to Haymitch. "We're leaving now and I suggest that you have a word her"

"Will do" Haymitch agrees. "The plan is still on, right?"

"Of course. I'm not going to let everyone suffer because of one stupid girl" She says so sourly, you would swear she was a rotten lemon, mould and all.

"A pleasure meeting you too" I call to her back as she heads out the back door.

She doesn't reply, but I'm pretty sure I heard her huff angrily.

As he walks past me, Boggs whispers in my ear. "That was a bad idea, what you just did. But, for the record, I found it hilarious"

He winks at me as he disappears out the door as well, leaving just me and Haymitch.

"She was nice, wasn't she?" I smile sweetly.

Haymitch didn't give me much of a lecture. Just a few words saying that she's the president and I'll come to regret it and blah di blah. For a while I thought he'd become as boring as her, but afterwards he cracked up. Cracked up laughing, that is. It turns out that he does have a sense of humour...

"Oh, Zinny, I don't know how you did that with a straight face" He says, wiping a tear from his eye. "It was amazing! I almost cracked up a few times and it wasn't even me talking to her"

"Years of practise, I guess" I shrug modestly.

"Well, I've come across a few people that like to wind others up, but none that would consider winding up the president of their new home"

I'm just about to say something back, when I hesitate. Did he just say... new home?

"What do you mean, my new home?" I ask dryly.

"District Thirteen" He replies.

"I'm moving to thirteen?"

"Well, yeah. There's no point staying in twelve. We have more plans and we'll need to be there anyway. If there's a rebellion, then we'll need support and equipment etc from thirteen"

"And why wasn't I told this?"

"You didn't need to know then. I wasn't gonna tell you the full plan at first either. But now you're gonna be on the team..."

"I'm on the team?"

"Well, yeah. You're in with the plan now and you seem to have great potential to be very helpful in the future... So welcome to the team"

"Sweet! So, if I'm on the team, is there anything else I need to know?"

"Hmm, yeah, quite a lot. But let's start with the Quell and our secret alliance"

He's in it. He's in the Games. He's in the alliance.

The 'he' being Finnick.

A/N- Yeah, I wasn't too keen on this chapter myself but I tried adding some nice sarcastic and funny moments in there. Nothing much happened I know, but this stuff needed to be written so the rest of the story makes sense. Oh, and what about the ending? Ooooohhh...

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