Greetings, everybody! I've returned again, with another dramatic chapter finished. What will be in store for our protagonists this time? Let's start with those who are in the arena…

Bunga Bunga Bongo

Things weren't too eventful in the arena after the mutts were defeated—whether by Katniss and Thresh's strong but rocky (just because they had both agreed to ally with Nessa, Rue, and the others didn't mean they'd exactly warmed up to each other, at least not yet) teamwork or by Nessa and Foxface's unique food fight. Which was confusing (and the way half of the team saw it, worrying), but it did allow them to carry on with the rest of their plan without any more obstacles.

Thankfully, being a large and powerful vehicle, the damage done to the hovercraft wasn't quite as severe as Geolo had assumed. It was significant of course, since the crash had dented and torn the front of the vehicle and its left wing, and it hadn't been until after Foxface had requested to be left alone that the team had put out the fire burning it—but once he began surveying the wreckage and the hovercraft's interior, he decided it was nothing he couldn't handle.

Still, it would take a few hours and maybe more than that to fully fix the vehicle, especially since parts of the engine were damaged beyond repair and needed to be replaced. To remedy that problem, he sent Rue and Peeta back to the Cornucopia to collect the remaining deactivated land mines so he could dismantle them and use their parts to restore the engine. At that point, half an hour had passed since Foxface and Nessa had reunited with their allies, and both of the tributes he'd given this request to agreed to it. Katniss decided it would be best if she went with them though, in case Marvel had regained consciousness.

"Be my guest…but careful too," Geolo replied.

To everyone's surprise and relief, Rue and both of the Twelves made it back forty minutes later, with all of the remaining land mines and they themselves completely unscathed (not counting the minor injuries Katniss and Peeta had received from their ordeal against the Peacekeepers earlier).

"Really? The Game Makers didn't try to send anything after you?" Sonia asked, once they returned.

Peeta shook his head. "Nope. But Marvel wasn't there anymore, so I guess he's awake now. Probably looking for Glimmer before he comes up with another plan to take us out."

"Which might not happen anytime soon because of the stuff she drank," added Rue. "Those two may not like each other, but even with their arguing as a shared weakness, they still work better together."

Katniss, however, wasn't as relieved. "Something's not right. The entire nation knows there's a rebellion starting soon, and yet the Game Makers are making no effort to stop it. Doesn't this all seem a bit…too easy, all of a sudden?"

"Maybe the Game Makers decided that games are only fun if nobody gets any booboos in them," suggested Nessa. She was immediately met by stares of disbelief, and her hopeful smile made way for a frown. "Um, they could have."

"Nessa, they could not have," Foxface said. "They must have a nasty surprise waiting for us outside the arena, that they do not want us to know about."

"Outside?" Thresh asked, not convinced.

"Why would they put it outside the arena when nothing's stopping them from putting it right in front of us?" added Rue.

"Yeah," said Sonia, "they can't have that much faith in Glimmer and Marvel. There's so many of us on the same team that those two might not stand a chance so easily."

"There must be something else," Peeta decided. "Something the Capitol knows about, but that we don't. Something that isn't on their side."

"Like what?" asked Nessa.

Geolo climbed out of the ditch, carrying one of Katniss's arrows, which he had been using as a tool to help fix the hovercraft. "Whatever it is, we'll find out once we get out of here. Now, uh…not to be rude but…do you think we can stop talking about it so we don't feel any more nervous than we need to be?"

"As long as we're allowed to think about it," muttered Katniss. She, Rue, Sonia, Peeta, and Thresh then walked over and started dismantling the mines as carefully as they could, with Geolo helping as well, closely observing the parts and, with Thresh's help, bringing everything he deemed necessary into the ditch.

Nessa, meanwhile, stayed with Foxface and kept her company, both of them secretly growing more and more concerned about the fox-like tribute's condition as the minutes ticked by. Would they be able to heal her before it was too late, despite time and the possibility that something bad was waiting for them outside the arena? Foxface doubted that would be successful, but Nessa wasn't about to give up because of the likely overpowering circumstances. She was a very kind and caring person who had a personality way too youthful for Panem, but when it came to protecting even those who didn't want to consider her their friend, she could be pretty tough about it. Tougher than she even seemed to realize she could be.

As for Effie, Golias, and the mentors they were now with, they were still trying to figure out what to do. They knew they had to get Nessa out of the arena without interfering with the Games, but now that they knew what she and her tribute allies were really up to, complications were rising. And the fact that Seeder had overheard the Peacekeepers discussing an uprising in her home district, along with the news that three of its participants had to be nation outsiders because of their clothing styles…well, it hadn't taken Effie and Golias long to realize that those particular three could only be Matt, Yuri, and Lili. Which gave them yet another job to do: find the kids and their five new friends from District 11 and make sure nothing bad happened to them.

"But how can we save Nessa and find those kids at the same time?" Annie asked. "Cloning isn't part of your magic powers, is it?"

"It's not," sighed Golias. "But it would be nice if it was!"

"What makes this harder is that we don't even know where the kids are now," said Effie. "They could be miles away from District 11 by now. Which means they could anywhere in Panem, except that one district!"

"If only there was a way to see what was happening in all the districts at once," Seeder murmured. Despite being impressively calm, she was clearly very concerned about the kids' safety.

Golias perked up in interest, and Effie quickly shook her head. "The Peacekeepers may not be attempting to capture us now, but they will once they communicate with President Snow! If we use our abilities to create a giant telescope or something, it would draw too much attention to ourselves!"

"But we have to try something," Golias insisted. "Or else the unfriendly people are gonna find Yuri! And Matt and Lili!" Now it was obvious that he was near tears, the way his voice sounded.

Effie softened, now realizing just how hard the situation was for him now that he knew Yuri, not to mention the other two kids, were in danger. "I'm sorry," she said, "I know the children are not in an easy position, but we must approach them discreetly. Nessa needs us too, especially now that everyone in Panem knows about her escape plan. If we are captured…that could very well be the end of it."

"Well, one thing is for sure," Finnick said. "Before we do anything else, we need to find—"

A series of loud noises were suddenly heard from the other side of the District 4 tribute residence entrance; it was almost as if someone was hitting the door with a hammer or something. For a second, everyone froze, thinking it was the Peacekeepers, but then something seemed to click within Blight. He quickly rushed toward the door and opened it before it could be damaged any further, and then ducked before he could get hit by the large pickaxe the young woman on the other side was brandishing.

The woman, a fierce and strong person with short dark hair, noticed Blight and quickly put her pickaxe aside. Before she could say anything to him, he told her, "Firstly, don't try to hurt those animals over there. They're not mutts, and the giraffe is actually the woman that the female tribute from District 2's replacement swapped bodies with."

The woman suspiciously eyed everyone in the room, but then shrugged. "If you say so. There's enough physically and mentally strong mentors here to take down beasts like those. Mentors who actually have brains." She then smiled. "Nice to see you out of the painting, Annie."

Annie frowned. "Johanna, please tell me the Capitol's Peacekeepers aren't after you."

The woman, Johanna, scoffed. "Like they'd attack their own fellow civilians first. I've got a quarter of the town on my side already, and all it took was asking them if they thought Clove Bronzitt being replaced by some hopelessly unprepared young-on-the-inside lady was completely absurd. And then one nice little touch that I didn't even plan on happened: an old woman in the building on the street closest to the one we're on. Probably the only person in the world who still remembers the long-forgotten 10th Hunger Games that nobody's supposed to talk about. Turns out, that song Nessa sang when she distracted the Careers on Night One reminded her of that year's victor, who she still worships. That girl used to captivate everyone with her beautiful singing so much, I can't believe the lady over there's the only one who still remembers her. Her songs must have gotten her a lot of fans."

"Are you out of your mind, Miss Mason?!" Effie exclaimed. "Persuading residents of the Capitol to start a war with the Game Makers is one thing, but risking the chances of the one forgotten Hunger Games victor being remembered once again?"

"I wouldn't say I'm the one out of my mind, Long-Neck," smirked Johanna. "Not on this. Every victor gets remembered around here, living or dead, except her. Could someone get back to me on that? Someone besides Haymitch, who shockingly won't have the answer?"

Finnick rose from his seat before anyone could reply. "Look, I can't say I blame you for going there. But something really bad could happen to Nessa and the tributes on her team if we make the wrong moves—"

"Not if," Johanna cut in. "When. Regardless of what we do, she's already got something going that Snow doesn't like. So he'll try to punish someone either way. If anyone wants my opinion, I say we sit back and watch our childish warrior handle herself. Don't do anything to help her until she robs the Capitol's hospital. That's when the Peacekeepers are going to kidnap her, when she's doing all she can to save Foxface's life. Total vulnerable point."

"We won't be able to save her without at least one of us joining the Fallen," warned Blight. "We may be a team of stable mentors with two allies with magical abilities, but will it be enough?"

"Uh, hello? That's part of the reason why I turned a quarter of the city against the Game Makers! An angry mob of Capitol residents should be able to hold off the Peacekeepers long enough for us to give Nessa whatever help she needs."

"And switch her and Effie back," added Golias. He then glanced around nervously. "Oh, I hope Bongo and Objectiva get back soon…"

Effie shook her head. "There must be a better way we can approach this. Starting a rebellion is not the right choice!"

"Nessa already has started one," Seeder told her. "What's the point of avoiding a rebellion when there's already one in action? Two rebellions, come to think of it."

Annie agreed. "We'll have to do something either way, Miss Trinket. There's too much going on to back out. A group of kids presumably under twelve are on the run from Peacekeepers, Nessa and most of this year's remaining tributes are about to break out of the arena, and then there's the two other friends Golias just mentioned. For all we know, they could need saving too."

Effie stared at the floor with a sigh, and Golias edged closer to her. "Effie, I know I promised not to start a rebellion, but…I didn't know Nessa was already doing it. So…I don't think we have a choice. We have to help the rebellion keep going so we can save Nessa and the tributes. And Yuri and the others!"

"He's right," said Finnick. "I mean, wouldn't you rather have both of your tributes make it out alive? Instead of just one or none of them? They're both on Nessa's team now, so if we go with Johanna's plan, there's a chance they'll both survive."

Katniss and Peeta both surviving. The one Hunger Games outcome that would have left Effie without any misery, but that she'd always known would be impossible due to only one victor being allowed each year. And now there was a chance it could actually happen, but it only would if she made the most difficult decision she could ever imagine: choosing a double rebellion and her admiration toward both of her tributes over her loyalty to the Capitol. It was a horrible choice to make, and she knew that, like all escorts would in this situation, she would probably end up reluctantly choosing the Capitol. She'd never once been unfaithful to it, and even if she abnormally didn't want to choose it, she was still required by law to do so as an escort. Even in someone else's body.

Yet as she looked at Golias and all the mentors—particularly Johanna—Effie realized that regardless of what decision she chose, they had already made up their minds. They were going to support Nessa's rebellion no matter what, whether she helped them do so or not. Then it occurred to her that if she didn't help them, she could be stuck in Nessa's body forever. Sure, she had mostly learned how to use it properly, and she was starting to see how it had its benefits, but despite all that, she still missed being a human. Having arms and hands, being able to try on more than her current body would ever be able to wear…considering all the things she could do in a Big Big Friend's body, missing being a human seemed silly, but it was still the case. If she didn't go along with Johanna's plan, she would be a giraffe forever, and probably a laughingstock throughout the Capitol for wanting out of her life so badly. Maybe like the Avoxes, if they were mocked for trying to escape their respective districts.

And then there was Golias, and the mentors, and Nessa herself. There was a chance they could all survive without her help, but what if they didn't? What if there were too many Peacekeepers, even if the people Johanna had gotten through to took part in their mission too? Golias had his powers to help as well, but he would be the only Big Big Friend there—which meant he would be targeted first to make dealing with everyone else much easier. They'd all be defeated for sure, whether they were in the mentors' rebellion or Nessa's. Bongo and Objectiva would probably avoid all the trouble because they were currently going to the island of magical objects, but by the time they'd return, Nessa would be gone and the swap could never be undone. Many good friends would have been taken out of the picture, and not all of them were tributes. Just nice animals who only wanted to help. Who didn't deserve to die as much as President Snow might say they did.

Really, there weren't as many prices to pay if Effie didn't choose the Capitol over her own allies. It would mean taking part in breaking many laws that she'd sworn she would never violate, and fully turning against everything she'd ever known, although…was that truly the end of the world? Her life would never be the same either way, but if she let her companions allow this double uprising, there was a greater chance that more innocent lives could be saved. Not to mention a greater chance that both of her tributes could survive together…then, all at once, she found herself remembering when Golias had asked why the Hunger Games were so-named. And realizing that if he was taken out by the Peacekeepers, he'd be seen as nothing more than a fallen tribute, just like the real tributes. A legacy he just didn't deserve. She couldn't find the words to explain why, but it simply didn't suit him.

Finally, Effie caved in. "Oh, alright. But this had better be worth it."

"Oh, it will," Johanna recalcitrantly smiled. "Now come on. The more mentors we talk into going with us to the hospital tonight, the better."

"What about the kids?" asked Seeder.

Johanna shrugged. "We're not going to the hospital until later. Might as well use our time wisely while we can. I'll bet you anything that Snow's got cameras watching the districts…not to mention those 'kids'…and that the mentors from 3 could lead us right to them. As long as both of them don't have to watch that Keyship boy."

As for Objectiva and Bongo, it didn't take long for them to get to District 4 once they had the "borrowed" handcar converted into a race car via Bongo's powers, and the train tracks turned into a racetrack. Once they got there, however, they learned from a fisherman that it would take at least a week to get from there to the island where most of Objectiva's magical items were.

"A week?!" Bongo shrilled, never having been a patient kangaroo even in non-urgent situations. "That's seven days! We can't take seven days to get those amulets! We need to take less than a day to get them! Or else something really bad's gonna happen to Nessa!" He then panicked, grabbed the fisherman by his hips, and shook him like crazy, yelling, "WHERE'S YOUR FASTEST BOAT?!"

The next thing Bongo and Objectiva knew, District 4's Peacekeepers were on the scene, and they were once again on the run (or flight/bounce, since that's what they did instead of running). Apparently the Capitol's Peacekeepers had warned soldiers from the rest of the districts about the Big Big Friends after receiving word from the District 1 Peacekeepers. Only this time, a hovercraft driven by Peacekeepers was after them as well, and pretty soon it was able to suck them up, kind of like an alien's flying saucer would have done, in Bongo's opinion.

Once that thought made it into his mind, the kangaroo smiled. "Aliens! Of course!"

Objectiva gulped. "You are not about to fake an alien invasion, are you?"

"Just wait and see," Bongo sneakily replied.

The duo made it inside the hovercraft, where a troop of Peacekeepers was waiting for them. "Well well well," taunted one Peacekeeper, "looks like we've got the joey in the right pouch."

"Where are your friends?" sneered another Peacekeeper.

Bongo took a deep breath and said, "Okay…the first thing you should know is that there's lots of stuff scarier than you. Like no floors. 'Cause then you can't bounce."

"We're not kangaroos," said the first Peacekeeper. "We don't bounce."

"Well, I think you'll need to," stated Bongo, "because some aliens just controlled your giant flying ship!"

The Peacekeepers were unfazed at first, but then Bongo said, "I'm serious! Look!" They then turned around to find a group of…well, in their perspective, gooey purple unidentifiable creatures, oozing out from between the floor and walls. And to find that their hovercraft's control panel suddenly had a lot less buttons than it had a few seconds ago, while the steering wheel had shrunk significantly.

"Objectiva, you drive us the rest of the way," Bongo instructed. "Aliens, show these bad guys what else you can do!"

The aliens nodded, and while Objectiva flew toward the control panel, the creatures expanded in size, displayed several rows of sharp teeth in their formerly invisible mouths, and roared ferociously at the Peacekeepers. Yet they all just laughed, not even a little scared, and seeing this, Bongo instantly grew nervous. He'd really thought his plan was going to succeed in scaring them enough to make them go away…but if a sight that scary couldn't scare them, what would? Clenching his teeth, the kangaroo frantically thought, Oh…way to scare them, way to scare them, way to scare them! But no ideas came to him, and as the Peacekeepers turned to face him with wicked expressions, all Bongo could do was back up in fear and despair, without saying a word.

The first Peacekeeper chuckled. "Not so feisty without the other two beasts here to protect you, are you?"

"What a pity," mocked a third Peacekeeper. "Looks like getting your friends to come and save you will be easier than we thought."

The second Peacekeeper smirked, "And let me guess…they, or at least the one that silly escort didn't switch with, will turn out to be just as scaredy as you, deep down inside."

As much as he tried, Bongo couldn't bring himself to say anything in Golias's defence. He was the bravest one out of the group of six from Brasília, but when it came to situations this scary…well, Golias got just as scared as himself and the other four. Their adventure through Yuri's basement, which they'd all been afraid of, had proved it, since it had taken so much for all of them to overcome their fears. And every time they did overcome them, they would just end up finding something that scared them more than the last thing had! Bongo wanted to stand up for his friends—he really did. But could he, knowing that the Peacekeepers were right? That deep down, he and his friends were too vulnerable to stop them?

The fourth and fifth Peacekeepers, meanwhile, were jumping around, trying to catch Objectiva, only for her to fly away every time their hands came near her. "Are you kidding me, Bongo?" she exclaimed as she dodged her opponents. "A friend of yours is in even greater danger, and you are giving up now?!"

"I can't do anything to stop these guys, Objectiva," Bongo lamented. "They're too big and brave! Really too big and brave!"

"You were doing just fine a few seconds ago! Why are you choosing to give up so soon?"

Tearfully, Bongo looked away from her. "I'm sorry…" He glanced at the Peacekeepers again, and then underwent another panic attack. "There's nothing we can do! We're gonna be here forever just us and all these scary—"

"GOTCHA!" yelled the fourth Peacekeeper, jumping up and finally managing to catch Objectiva in his fist. The gooey aliens, meanwhile, just sat there in their original sizes, watching the scene but not doing anything to intervene.

"Aren't you gonna do something?" Bongo asked.

One of the aliens replied, "We don't do much without someone to lead us. I think you should do something."

Bongo's eyes widened. "Oh no. No no no."

"Please, Bongo!" Objectiva begged, struggling to escape from her captor's grasp. "Just think of Nessa! Or Matt! You want to reunite with him sooner rather than later, do you not?"

"I do, but—"

"Just calm down and let yourself consider your options! Hurry, before these men do anything to stop you!"

"As if," teased the third Peacekeeper. "You're too weak to make us do that!"

"What?!" Bongo demanded. Suddenly, his insecurities were completely forgotten, and replaced by a determination to prove he wasn't weak. Weak was when you weren't strong enough to play sports, or energized enough to bounce really really high. Both of which nobody had more strength to do than him. Quickly he began glancing around the inside of the vehicle, and then noticed the aliens and the control panel. Only this time, now that he wasn't feeling scared and discouraged, the sight of them allowed him to come up with a plan to get rid of the Peacekeepers.

His confidence now fully restored, Bongo loudly cleared his throat and said in a sing-song voice, "Oh ail-iens?"

The aliens stood at attention. "Yes sir?" they chorused.

"Charge!" Bongo screamed, startling the Peacekeepers and even their tiny prisoner.

Immediately the aliens scurried in all directions and each leapt on top of a Peacekeeper, expanding in size again and tackling them down as a result. With the Peacekeepers busy struggling against the gooey but strong creatures, the kangaroo had all the time he needed to bounce toward the control panel, where he prepared to seize control over the ship. But then he saw the alien on top of the fourth Peacekeeper was too preoccupied with restraining his opponent to rescue Objectiva, so before he did anything else, Bongo tip-toed over, bent down, and wrenched the man's fingers apart long enough for his fairy friend to fly out of his hand.

"Are you okay?" Bongo instantly asked.

"I will be after I relax a bit," she replied.

"Well, then you'd better get inside one of my pouches before things get really really crazy crazy."

Stiffening nervously, Objectiva obeyed him and fluttered into his neck pouch. "Ready, Objectiva?" inquired Bongo.

"I am ready."

The fifth Peacekeeper finally managed to throw one of the aliens off of him, but he couldn't get to his feet fast enough to stop Bongo from grabbing the steering wheel and turning it sharply in all directions. Then, suddenly, the vehicle was flailing all over the place, turning left, right, sideways, and upside-down, causing the Peacekeepers and the aliens to go flying everywhere around the room. Bongo, however, managed to stay put by wrapping his legs around the control panel as tightly as he could, while Objectiva remained safe and sound in his pouch.

"AAAAAH!" screamed the second Peacekeeper.

"GET YOUR HANDS AND YOUR POWERS OFF OF OUR HOVERCRAFT CONTROLS!" shrilled the fifth Peacekeeper.

Bongo smiled and shook his head. "Sorry, but weird and scary bullies aren't supposed to be the drivers."

"Alright, that's it. Time to learn how strong we really are the hard way," declared the first Peacekeeper. Rolling onto his stomach and using the alien attached to him as a way to stick to the floor, he began to slide himself toward the control panel with one hand, while using his other hand to grab a dart gun clipped to his belt.

Just barely glimpsing what the Peacekeeper was doing, Bongo's smile disappeared. His leg randomly swung to the side, accidentally pulling the lever next to it and causing a large hole to open up in the floor—the same one that had sucked him and Objectiva into the hovercraft. Only this time, the forcefield attached to the hole wasn't trying to suck up anything from outside. It was trying to suck out anything inside the vehicle.

"You haven't seen the last of us!" yelled the third Peacekeeper, before he, his teammates, and the aliens were pulled out of the hovercraft and sent falling into a pile of soft mattresses that the Peacekeepers from the ground had set up for them just in case.

After tilting the hovercraft so he could make sure the Peacekeepers landed safely, Bongo pulled the lever back the other way, and the floor closed back up again. He then steered the hovercraft right-side-up, before sighing in exhaustion and letting himself roll off the control panel and onto the floor.

Objectiva fluttered out of his pouch and began steering the vehicle in his place. "Nice work redeeming yourself," she told him.

"Redeeming myself?" Bongo asked. "What do you mean redeeming myself?"

"Redeeming yourself is when you make up for a mistake you made."

Bongo sat up, defensively. "Hey! I didn't make any mistakes back there! All I did was save both of us!"

"That is true, but you did reveal a vulnerable side of yourself to those Peacekeepers first. And that, technically, was a mistake."

"No it wasn't! I got scared of them. That's all I did! Getting scared isn't a mistake. Everyone gets scared!"

"It is how scared you feel that matters, Bongo! And seconds ago, you were so scared, you almost didn't gather the courage to save us both! Just imagine what may have happened if you did not choose to respond to the Peacekeepers' insult the way you did."

At this, Bongo fell silent, a wave of guilt instantly washing over him. He'd almost given up trying to save himself and Objectiva from the Peacekeepers because of his fear of them and the fact that just one idea of his hadn't worked, which he now realized nobody could deny the error in. Objectiva had tried to help him regain his confidence, and so had the aliens created by his powers, yet he'd still let himself succumb to his confidence crisis. Even when he was advised to think of Matt, the one person he could never give up on, he still hadn't snapped out of it! It had taken a mean remark from one of the Peacekeepers to get him to do something, which just shouldn't have happened. What had he been thinking?

Objectiva realized what was on his mind and softened. "I am sorry," she said. "The important thing is that you redeemed yourself. We cannot dwell on any mistakes we make."

"Yeah," Bongo said. "Yeah, you're…you're right." But as they continued forward and left District 4, he still couldn't stop thinking about what had happened with the Peacekeepers just then. How vulnerable he'd let himself come off as, and how that had accidentally revealed to the Peacekeepers that Golias could also get that scared sometimes. Maybe he'd also accidentally revealed that Nessa had that weakness too—who knew? Now he deeply regretted telling Objectiva that that hadn't been a mistake. It had been, and now, because of him, there was a bigger chance that Golias and Effie could get taken away by the Peacekeepers. Really, what had he been thinking?! Choosing his fears over his friends? Matt would never have forgiven him for doing that. Ever.

That was a really bad mistake, Bongo thought. A really really really bad bad terrible horrible really bad mistake. It didn't just make me look weak, it made all of my friends look weak! It's gonna take more than just redeeming myself to really fix that mistake. A lot more.

The hovercraft flew farther and farther away from District 4's beaches, and into the ocean. Yet while the remarkable view successfully helped Objectiva calm herself and slowly forget all about what happened with the Peacekeepers, it didn't at all have the same effect on Bongo. He still felt terrible about making a mistake that huge, and was now beginning to brainstorm ways to make it up to Objectiva and, even though they hadn't been there to see it, the rest of his friends as well. What could he do to fix such a huge mistake?

After a full minute passed and no new ideas came to him, Bongo sighed. All he knew was that if the mistake had been big, then whatever he was going to do to fix it had to be bigger; much bigger.

To be continued—for now! What exactly will Bongo come up with, and knowing how he can be, how mischievous and far will he go to fix his mistake? Will Nessa's escape plan be a success, or are Clove and the Capitol indeed one step ahead of them? And what about Golias, Effie, and the mentors, along with the kids? Stay tuned for the next chapter.