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"Alright," Haymitch said to the room. "We're going into the Capitol to get Peeta. We're going to need…"
"I'll go," Gale said first before Haymitch could even finish. Before the generals and the leaders, before the war heroes and devoted assistants. "I'll help get him out."
"Hawthorne, you do know how dangerous this mission is going to be, don't you?" Haymitch raised an eyebrow at him. He certainly wasn't going because he liked Peeta.
"Yeah, I know," he replied. Others stepped up after him, slowly of course. Seven in total, but Gale was most determined. Haymitch pulled him aside afterward and jabbed a finger at his chest.
"What's the catch, Hawthorne," he snarled. "We all know you and Mellark aren't exactly the best of friends."
"I'm not going for Mellark," Gale snaps back. "They've got Finnick's girl in there too, right?"
"Yeah," Haymitch replied slowly. "And?"
"You think they have other people too? Maybe from District 12?" Haymitch again let his eyebrows raise up his forehead. "I'm looking for someone."
"Who?" Haymitch demanded. "A girl?"
"Someone I promised I'd get out," Gale says softly, thinking back to the night they had spent in the forest together. Her golden hair tangled in his hands, her soft lips pressed against his… "She might've been taken out of the district."
"Well we can look," Haymitch says quietly. "What's her name?"
Gale hesitates but finally sighs. "Undersee," he mutters. "Madge Undersee."