GLIMMER POV

I didn't know why I said what I said. If anything, my idea was probably stupid. There was probably hardly a chance that it could work. Everyone in the room tuned expectantly, urging me on. I mustered up some courage and spoke. "Snow is probably fleeing as we speak. He must've just escaped. We had his location less than an hour ago, thanks to our undercovers. He couldn't have gotten that far yet," I said. Coin raised her eyebrows, intrigued. "What I'm trying to say is that he'll probably try to leave Panem and go into hiding. He knows that pretty much all of the districts want him dead. He knows that there's nowhere for him to turn. He's going to go to the port. He'll probably take a train. It's fastest."

"What are you implying?" asked Coin.

"Get the helicopters to the port. If our people get there in time, we can destroy him . . . once and for all," I said with determination. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes, but I didn't allow them to fall. I had to be strong. Everyone in the room began clapping, pleased with my idea. I was surprised. I didn't expect to get any positive feedback.

Coin smiled and me and nodded before leaving the room, barking orders into a walkie-talkie. From right next to me, Annie squeezed my hand. I smiled at her. Now all we had to do was wait and see if Snow could be located. All we needed was patience. I wasn't sure how much longer I could wait. Our first plan had failed. My plan was our only hope. Without my plan, there was none and we were left with nothing.

CATO POV

Betrayed? By who? Who would dare betray us and risk being caught? Whoever it was deserved punishment. Whoever it was, I knew that it was one of the volunteers. It had to be. There were so many of them. I wouldn't be surprised. The others seemed to think the same.

Miles was furious. I don't think I've ever seen him so angry. Johanna was trying to calm him down, but it only helped but so much. He kept blaming himself, even though there wasn't really anyone to blame. As a district I supposed that we were all to blame, in a way. We should have had a backup plan. We should have planned further. but we had gotten cocky. Cockiness lead to things not going as planned. We should have . . . could have . . . but didn't. It was too late now.

As Coin told us what our new task was, I grew anxious. We were looking for a train: one headed for the port. There would probably be a boat waiting for him. The boat would probably take him overseas, to whatever was left of Europe and Asia. He would be safe there. No one would know who he was. Or what he'd done. He'd get a fresh start. A chance to live.

I couldn't let that happen. If he was able to get away, I would never forgive myself for it. I'd live in shame each day because Snow got away and his life was spared. I had never been more determined in my life. Snow had to pay. He had to die. If he was allowed to live, I wouldn't be able to bear it. We all wanted him dead. And I'd be more than happy to put his life to an end. I didn't want to kill anyone. Maybe if I convince myself that I'm in the Games and I'm fighting for survival, it will be easier to kill him, I thought. Maybe it would work. Just maybe.

"Do you think that we'll be able to get to the port in time?" asked Johanna.

"We'd better," grumbled a cranky Miles.

"We will," I assured them. "And we're gonna find out who the traitor is too. Whoever they are, they can die . . . right along with Snow."

We flew and we flew. We were headed toward the port, right between Districts Twelve and Thirteen. Everyone stayed awake, keeping an eye out for any trains headed for the port. We saw trains, but none of them were going to the port. Sighing,I sat back in my seat and stared out of the window, waiting. Waiting. That was the only thing left to do. And my patience was wearing thin.

I looked out of the window. We were passing over District Twelve, according to Miles. There wasn't much of anything left. Everything was left in devastation. There was nothing that I, or anyone else, could do. It was too late. So many lives had been lost. Some probably managed to escape the bombings, fleeing to nearby districts. I was just glad that my friends were okay, as well as my Glimmer.

I wanted to talk to her. I knew that she was probably shaken up by our current status on the mission, but it would be okay. Everything would be okay. We were going to find the train and stop Snow before he had a chance to escape his fate. And I would be the one to capture him. As much as I wanted to kill him, part of me wanted to make him pay, make him suffer for all of the terrible things he'd done over the years.

He killed my parents. He killed my in-laws. The bombings were his doing. He killed thousands. He'd punished so many. Now it was his turn. It was time for him to get what he deserved.

MILES POV

I was beginning to think that we wouldn't find him. We were getting closer and closer to the port and I wasn't sure if he'd be there. I wanted him dead as much as anyone, but I was beginning to doubt whether we would succeed.

Johanna squeezed my hand and gave me a faint smile. Then my earpiece beeped. I pressed the button quickly, eager for some type of lead or something.

I heard Peeta's voice. "Miles?"

"Yeah? You got any new information?"

"Katniss sees something up ahead. Look out of the window."

I looked out of the window, searching frantically. Then I spotted it. It was definitely a moving object. And it was moving across the tracks. It was starting to slow down since we were getting closer to the port. "Looks like we might have him after all, Peeta," I said, smiling. "Did you tell Coin and the others?"

"I will," he said. And then he was gone.

I turned to Cato and glanced sideways at Johanna. "Look ahead," I said. "There's a train on its way to the port."

Cato grinned and clapped his hands together. "I'm ready. Think he has people with him?"

Johanna rolled her eyes at me. "Of course he has people, Cato. You really think he was going to leave Panem without some sort of backup?"

"Not sure. I'd say he's pretty brave," I answered.

Miles interjected by raising a hand. "Enough debating. We have a president to assassinate."

Sorry for taking so long! I had really bad writer's block. It's short but I didn't wanna keep you guys waiting. So I hope you've enjoyed this chapter. Probably won't be able to update for a while. Finals, prom, graduation, and all of that drama starts in about two weeks so I'll be really busy. But hopefully I'll have something up soon. And you'll find out who the traitor is in the next chapter.