"Left or right?" Finnick muttered to himself as he came to a junction in the tunnels. He pulled out one of the concrete fragments he'd gathered up from the explosion and threw it down the tunnel on his right.
A blast of fire exploded into the tunnel. He had to turn and cover his face to avoid the heat. It continued to blast for around 20 seconds before it stopped.
"Left it is, yet again," he mused as he pulled out another fragment and tossed it in the air to himself as he walked down the tunnel. "Katniss will continue the mission, which means they'll head towards the mansion which is… somewhere," he trailed off as he stared at the path ahead. He had no idea which way to go. Without the holo providing him with a map, Finnick had absolutely no idea where he was. He could be heading south for all he knew, rather than north. Was north even the direction he wanted to go?
Finnick sighed heavily as he reached yet another intersection, frustration mounting as he grappled with the uncertainty of his surroundings. He was trying to suppress it, but his mind was racing with thoughts of Taiya. He didn't want to catastrophise, but a gunshot to the chest was an incredibly dangerous thing. The weight of not being there with her pressed heavily upon him.
"Alright, focus, Finnick," he muttered to himself. "Left or right? Left," he decided, tossing another fragment down the left tunnel, watching anxiously for any signs of danger. When none came, he continued.
As Finnick walked through the dimly lit tunnel, his heart leapt with hope as he caught sight of a small opening up ahead. Without a second thought, he quickened his pace, his steps echoing off the damp walls as he raced towards it.
Finally reaching the opening, Finnick's excitement waned. This area looked oddly familiar. It looked just like the place where the squad had slept the previous night.
Cautiously, Finnick stepped inside and walked up the metal pathway, his gaze sweeping the chamber for any signs of danger or clues of his location. It was then that he noticed a small object lying on the ground, its familiar shape tugging at his heartstrings.
He knelt down and picked up the object, a pang of anguish gripping his chest as he recognised Taiya's stress ball. Her new favourite possession.
"This is a sign to never try orienteering," Finnick muttered ruefully to himself, his lips curving into a bittersweet smile. He'd spent the last two hours walking, only to end up going in a circle. He guessed that's what happened when you only made left-hand turns. It wasn't his fault that most of the pods seemed to be down the tunnels on the right.
With a heavy sigh, Finnick glanced around the room and put the ball in his pocket. He'd need to hold onto that. He didn't want to hear her whine about missing it for days.
He may have wandered in a circle, but he refused to let that stop him. He had to get back to his wife. She needed him. He needed her.
"Alrighty then Odair," he gave himself a pep talk. "Onward and upwards. Guesswork makes the dreamwork."
He stepped outside of the chamber and decided to go right this time, shake it up a little. His hopes were dashed in an instant as he felt himself ensnared in a trap. Before he could react, a net constricted around him, lifting him off the ground and into the air with a jolt.
"Well… this is not a good sign," he groaned wryly, his voice tinged with resignation. It seemed life had a cruel sense of irony. This was the very same technique that had been his signature move in his first Hunger Games.
Life just wasn't fair sometimes.
Sleep eluded everyone in the bunker. The horrors they had witnessed in the past few days lingered in the shadows of their minds, preventing them from closing their eyes without the images splashing in front of them. There was no respite.
Each time Katniss closed her eyes, she was met with a haunting parade of faces. Taiya's words echoed in her ears, urging her to pull herself together, but the weight of guilt bore down relentlessly.
The Leegs sisters. Mitchell. Boggs. Jackson. Homes. Castor. Messalla. And perhaps even Finnick.
That was potentially nine people who'd died in pursuit of some stupid mission Katniss had made up. Stupid, stupid, stupid, she cursed herself. What would Haymitch think of her now? He always told her off for not listening, and now people had died. It didn't even seem real. To make it worse, it very well could turn into ten dead if they didn't evacuate Taiya soon.
Perhaps she should just surrender herself. Maybe if she did, Snow would spare the others. He was so hyper-focused on her. She had some bargaining power, but her desperation was clawing at the edges of reason.
Gale's voice cut through her tumultuous thoughts, drawing her back to the present. "You ok?" he inquired, his concern obvious as he came to sit beside her.
Katniss shook her head wearily. "No," she confessed, her voice felt raw after hours of suppressing tears. "Everything that's happened is because of me. I think I should give myself up. I lied about everything, I put everyone in danger because I wanted revenge."
Gale sighed as he looked at her. "Katniss, we all knew you were lying about Coin sending you to assassinate Snow."
"That's what Taiya said. But I just don't believe it."
Gale's rebuttal was swift. "You think Jackson believed you? Not a chance. But she trusted Boggs, and he wanted you to go on."
"But I never told Boggs what I planned to do," she protested, her doubts raging within her.
"You told everyone in Command! It was one of your conditions for being the Mockingjay. 'I kill Snow,'" Gale countered.
"But not like this," Katniss lamented. "It's been a complete disaster."
"I think it would be considered a highly successful mission," Gale offered a different perspective. "We've infiltrated the enemy camp, showing that the Capitol's defences can be breached. We've managed to get footage of ourselves all over the Capitol's news. We've thrown the whole city into chaos trying to find us. Plutarch will be thrilled."
"That's because Plutarch's a Gamemaker," Katniss snapped. How could he not see that? "Plutarch doesn't care who dies as long as it's on camera. He just wants his Games to be a success."
"Katniss…" Peeta's gentle voice interrupted from the other side of the room, he'd been listening in. "I think you still have no idea the effect you can have. None of the people we lost were idiots. They knew what they were doing. They followed you because they believed you really could kill Snow."
Katniss' laugh was bitter. "Not everyone," she countered. "You think Taiya believes in me? She only came here to yell at Finnick and we all know it."
"That's not true," Peeta shook his head. "That's not true at all. She's good at covering up what she really thinks, but if you look hard enough you can see it. She and Finnick have been pushed around by the Capitol for years. She wants the Capitol to fall just as much as we do, she's just scared. She just doesn't want to lose anything else."
"Well now she's like this," Katniss murmured. "I'd say she's lost something."
"Yeah," he nodded. "And yet she was still supporting you when she was awake last night," he pointed out. "We all believe in you. We know you can do it. I know you can."
Those words seemed to stir something in Katniss. Peeta believed in her. Before she could thank him, the sounds of war erupted around them.
"Mortar shells," Gale announced, rising to his feet. "It's not ours. Peacekeepers must be shelling the rebels outside the city."
Cressida's alertness heightened as she listened to the reverberations. "That's not outside the city."
The realisation struck them all like a thunderbolt. The rebels were in. The final showdown was imminent.
Katniss was on her feet, a new sense of determination coursing through her veins. She needed to finish this.
"I'm going to check what time it is," Gale raced up the steps.
"You can do this Katniss," Cressida squeezed the girl's arm. She had to do this.
"How is she?" Katniss asked, glancing over at Taiya. Cressida and Peeta had kept an eye on her overnight, making sure the doctor was monitoring her properly.
"She's breathing a bit better," Cressida hesitated. "But with a gunshot to the chest… she needs a hospital. Today preferably."
Katniss nodded. They were on the clock.
"Suns coming up," Gale informed them as he came back downstairs, Tigris trailing behind him, immediately heading to Taiya's side as she reached their level. "There's some small arms fire. Could be Paylor, maybe Lyme. The rebels are close."
"This is it," Cressida breathed. All their preparations, all their sacrifices - it was all coming down to this moment.
The television set Tigris had installed in the basement rang out a chime. There was a mandatory broadcast about to air.
"To all Capitol citizens more than a half mile outside the city circle," Snow's ancient voice rang out. "I am announcing a mandatory evacuation. Come to the mansion. I am promising you shelter and sanctuary. All refugees, come to my home. There you will be provided with food, medicine, and safety for your children and you will have my solemn oath to protect you until my dying breath."
"Wish he'd hurry up with that last part," Cressida quipped.
"Good one," Taiya smiled faintly. Her comment caught them all off guard, they hadn't even noticed she'd woken up, but her eyes were still closed. Peeta was immediately crouching over her, pulling the doctor over to assess her.
"Our enemy is not like us. They do not share our values. They have never known our comfort and our sophistication, and they despise us for it. Make no mistake. They are not coming to liberate us. They are coming to destroy our way of life. They are coming to bury us." That was the last thing Snow said before he ended the broadcast. Fear-mongering 101. It was an effective technique.
"Is he still in the mansion?" Katniss asked, looking over at Peeta.
"Yeah," he nodded, looking up from Taiya. "I recognise the room."
"Where's the mansion?" Katniss asked, pulling a paper map off the wall and laying it out in front of her.
"About five blocks away," Cressida answered.
They'd managed to cover 70 blocks underground. Nicely done!
"We're right here, off the avenues," Cressida pointed at the map, her finger tracing the needed path. "Mansion's here."
Katniss' mind raced as she considered their next move. "What about the pods?"
"Well they'll probably de-activate the pods around here for the resident's safety," Cressida reasoned.
"That could work," Katniss' eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope. "I could get close enough."
"Every Peacekeeper's going to be waiting," Gale cautioned.
"Next to our faces on every billboard," Cressida added. It wasn't going to be easy.
Katniss' thoughts churned with possibilities. "Snow's offering shelter to all the refugees. We could pretend to be citizens."
"That could work," Cressida affirmed with a nod. "Tigris?"
"There's clothes upstairs, food as well," Tigris confirmed; prompting Gale and Katniss to sprint upstairs without hesitation, they were ready to go. Tigris remained by Taiya's side; the mention of her stylist's name had seemed to prompt her to open her eyes.
"Tigris?"
"I'm here," Tigris reassured, gently brushing the sweat-dampened strands of hair from Taiya's face. The cold sweat had plastered her hair to her skin. "I'm here, sweetie."
"Finnick's missing," Taiya sobbed, her croaky voice thick with worry.
Tigris' expression hardened as she looked up at Cressida. Cressida looked just as taken aback, she hadn't been around when Katniss spilled the beans, and she thought Taiya was still oblivious.
"He'll be okay," Tigris comforted. "I'm sure he's on his way back."
Taiya didn't respond, but she shifted her head closer to Tigris, seeking some form of solace from her stylist.
"Got the food," Gale announced upon her return, spreading the provisions out on the ground.
"Did you contact Plutarch, Tigris?" Cressida inquired.
"No way to," Tigris shrugged. "He'll figure out you're in a safe house. Don't worry."
The food spread was meagre - There was some mouldy cheese, stale bread, and a bottle of mustard. Tigris eschewed the idea of stockpiling food, she found it distasteful, but with the Districts withholding supplies the last few months, options were limited.
"You should eat something, Tigris," Katniss suggested kindly.
Tigris shook her head. "I eat next to nothing. And then, only raw meat."
"Don't be weird," Taiya groaned. Sometimes Tigris got a little too into the persona she'd adopted.
"Have the rebels made a statement today?" Katniss asked. Tigris just shook her head. "I doubt Coin knows what to do with me now that I'm alive," Katniss smirked.
This made Tigris cackle. "No one knows what to do with you, girlie." With a resigned sigh, Tigris looked down at Taiya. "I'm going to go out. You can't venture out there blindly; they'll pick you off in an instant. There's no bounty on my head, so I'll be safe. I'll scout the area, and see if I can get any information."
Katniss met the tattooed woman's gaze. It wasn't an offer she was in a position to refuse. "Thank you," she acknowledged with a nod.
"I won't be long," Tigris promised before she stood up and hurried out.
Tigris was only gone for an hour, but for Katniss, it felt like an eternity spent contemplating what was to come. Who could she trust?
What would happen once the rebels took control of the Capitol? She didn't trust them. She didn't trust Coin's intentions. Coin wouldn't want the Mockingjay overshadowing her victory, she'd be shipped straight back to District 13 and kept out of sight. She hadn't fought this hard, come all this way, just to be sidelined by Coin. And how was she going to explain the past few days? There was an awful lot she'd have to explain, many actions that would deemed treasonous in Coin's eyes. Once everything came to light, the victor's deal for immunity would probably be null and void. They were going to need that immunity. Peeta had been captured on camera tossing Mitchell into the net pod. Without that immunity, Coin wouldn't hesitate to put him on trial, and Katniss doubted it would be a fair trial. Taiya, if she survived, wouldn't fare much better either, her entire time in 13 had been fraught with disobedience and mockery.
The only thing that snapped Katniss out of her descent into panic was the return of Tigris. Tigris quickly glanced at Taiya in the corner, unconscious once more, her lips tinged with blue before she relayed the situation.
"There's lots of people out on the street. But there's Peacekeepers everywhere, they're checking faces. They're looking for you. It's a trap." Tigris warned gravely before she hesitated. She didn't want to tell the next story, but she had to. "There's been a declaration from the Head Peacekeeper. All rebel sightings are to be reported immediately to authorities, who will deal with identification and arrest. There was an incident earlier, a mob beat to death a boy who they thought looked like Peeta. I saw a picture, he looked nothing like him. It was a lynching," she solemnly revealed.
"People have gone wild," Cressida murmured.
Katniss' mind was already made up. "Gale and I will go." She and Gale had already discussed this. "The rest of you wait here. I've put you in enough danger as it is." She was speaking to the group, but she was looking at Peeta. She doubted he'd agree to that, there's no way he'd want to stay behind.
"That's a good idea," Peeta surprisingly agreed. "If I go and lose control I'll put everyone at risk." Katniss smiled to herself, she was surprised that was so easy. "I'll just go out on my own."
Oh.
"To do what?" Cressida asked, her eyebrow raised.
"I'm not sure exactly," Peeta admitted. "The one thing that I might still be useful at is causing a diversion. You heard what happened to that man who looked like me."
"What if you… lose control?" Katniss tried to dissuade him. She didn't want to force him to do anything, but she couldn't bear the idea of him going out alone and potentially facing a mob.
"You mean… go mutt?" Peeta used her own words against her. "Well, if I feel that coming on, I'll try to get back here."
"Tigris," Taiya whispered to her mentor who'd arrived back at her side. The woman leaned in closer so she could hear her. "Don't let him," she pleaded. She didn't want Peeta to leave her.
"I need you here," Tigris implored Peeta. "I need your help with her. She can't hold out much longer, if we need to go to a hospital, I'll need you to carry her."
Peeta's expression fell. Tigris was right, he couldn't abandon Taiya. Not now.
"Ok," he conceded. "Being a diversion can be a last resort. Only if necessary," he stipulated, and everyone nodded. That they could allow.
"Run me through the path again, Cressida," Katniss asked the director, she wanted to hear it once more.
"Head straight north. There's going to be thousands of refuges, just get into that stream and don't look up."
"We got one shot," Katniss closed her eyes as she shrugged on her coat.
"Let's make it count," Gale affirmed.
"Good luck Katniss," Cressida pulled the teenager into a hug. So much had rested on her shoulders. She deserved to get through this.
"Thank you." Katniss truly meant that. Cressida had been a steadfast ally and supported her every decision without question, loyalties to District 13 be damned. "Pollux," Katniss turned to the avox and pulled him into a hug. "Tigris, thank you for everything you've done. As soon as we're in, we'll send help for Taiya," Katniss pledged.
"Katniss," Taiya's voice was barely a whisper, but her plea was clear. "Find Finnick. Please. Please, I need you to find him. If you can't, don't send help."
Katniss sucked in a deep breath as the reality of what Taiya was asking hit her. She knew she couldn't agree to that. Taiya needed urgent help, it'd be much quicker to send help her way first than it would be to find Finnick, so she just turned towards Peeta.
"What if Peacekeepers are searching houses?" Gale spoke up before Katniss could even address him. "If he's captured…"
"Then give me a nightlock pill, okay? I'm not going back. Neither of us are," he looked down at Taiya. He wouldn't let that happen to them again.
A silence fell over the room as Katniss absorbed his words. She couldn't lose him. But she couldn't subject him to that torture ever again.
Gale was the one who moved, he reached into his breast pocket, pulled out his nightlock tablet and handed it over to Peeta. "What about you?" Peeta asked.
"Don't worry. Beetee showed me how to detonate my explosive arrows by hand. If that fails, I've got my knives. And I'll have Katniss. She won't give them the satisfaction of taking me alive."
Peeta nodded as he tucked the pill into his pocket. He looked over at Katniss and Gale. They looked like true Capitolites. "Never underestimate the power of a brilliant stylist," Peeta commended Tigris. "Taiya told me you were one of a kind. I guess she was right."
Katniss approached Peeta, unlocking his cuffs. "Stay alive," she whispered, pulling him in for a tight hug.
No one heard what he whispered back to her. But Katniss nodded and she and Gale were off.
They'd only been gone for five minutes when a deafening explosion rang out.
"Classic Dale messing things up," Taiya muttered with closed eyes.
"Stay awake, sweetie," Tigris urged firmly, jolting Taiya back to consciousness. "You need to stay awake now."
"I just want Finnick."
"They'll find him. They'll bring him to you."
"If they get to him in time," she mumbled bitterly, her voice laced with despair.
"Don't think like that," Tigris gently scolded her. "A negative mindset doesn't help anyone. You know that."
"I wish he stayed home. Then we'd be with our family," she let out a raspy breath before she looked up at Tigris with tears in her eyes. "Did I get you in trouble? With my propo?"
"No," Tigris shook her head. "No, I didn't get in trouble."
"I tried to keep it vague."
"You did very well," Tigris nodded with a small smile.
"I didn't want to mention Lucy Gray," Taiya shook her head, her voice trembling as another explosion reverberated through the walls. "He'd know it was you."
Tigris nodded solemnly, that was a fair assumption. Only Tigris knew about the connection Snow had formed with Lucy Gray. And she'd passed that information onto her own tribute in a moment of despair and rage.
Snow had been furious when he noticed Tigris' attachment to Taiya after the Games. She felt protective over her, a now traumatised pawn in her cousin's games, but he didn't care. He fired her on the spot. Oh the irony, the fury he must have felt, when Taiya hired Tigris as her personal stylist for all Capitol events after that.
"It would have put a bigger target on your head, sweetie. He would've blown up the whole of District 13 in a fury if you'd told that story," Tigris explained.
"I think he knows," Taiya stuttered, her breaths becoming more rapid. "The mutts, they didn't attack me and Finn. I think he wants me," she sobbed. "I think he knows. You can't take let him take me. You can't. He'll know it was you. He knows. He'll come for you. He'll come…" her voice trailed off as she lost consciousness again.
"No, no, no," Tigris panicked, her heart racing. Hearing the woman's cries, Peeta raced over.
"Help her!" he demanded of the doctor.
"I've done enough," the doctor retorted, crossing his arms. He'd been hiding in a corner of the room the entire time Taiya had been awake. He didn't want her to see him.
"Lucius!" Tigris snapped with desperation in her eyes. "Help her for Seneca!"
The doctor bristled at the mention of his friend's name. Whether the feelings had been reciprocated or not, Seneca had loved that girl. And Seneca had been his friend. Personally, he wouldn't be upset if the girl died, she'd all but put a bounty on his head with her propo and her 'I hate Lucius Creed' spiel. He was just relieved none of the District rebels had recognised his face. Cressida most certainly knew who he was, but she'd kept her mouth shut so that he'd help.
Taiya had always hated him because he could afford to pay for Cashmere's company. Who was she to dictate how he spent his money? He could afford it with his family money, his job as a top surgeon certainly helped cement that status.
"Fine!" Lucius snapped angrily as he begrudgingly pulled out his stethoscope. He'd do this one last favour for Seneca, and after that, he was done helping the District girl. He took one listen to her chest before withdrawing with a shrug. "I can't even do anything. It's the blood loss you've got to worry about now. Her lungs are functioning as well as they can with a bullet in her chest. You left it too long, I told you last night she needed surgery. Deal with that yourself."
Peeta turned to Tigris, panic evident in his eyes. Explosions echoed outside - how could they possibly get Taiya to a hospital now?
Tigris was busy thinking, her mind running through all the options. "The explosions are coming from the north," she began, locking eyes with Peeta who nodded confirmation. "The mansion. They're targeting the mansion. The Peacekeepers told me the rebels had made the most inroads in the west. If we carry her southwest, away from the explosions, maybe there's a hospital under rebel control? Which hospital is closest in that direction?" she directed her question to Lucius.
"Creed West," Lucius responded with a smirk. He loved the irony. The hospital his father had put him in charge of, was the one they wanted.
"Grab her," Tigris instructed Peeta firmly. "You two stay here," she ordered Cressida and Pollux.
Peeta wasted no time, he immediately scooped the injured girl up into his arms. He was ready to go.
"Can I go now?" Lucius asked impatiently, a glare on his face.
"You better hide well, Creed," Tigris glared at him. She knew exactly how the cretin spent his money. "If she doesn't get you, Cashmere's brother will."
"Gloss," Lucius whispered, his complexion paling at the mention of the victor. The terrifyingly large victor that had been seemingly risen from the dead. No one had known he was alive. Not until he appeared in the background of the rebel's engagement propo.
"Oh my god!" Peeta's eyes widened. He realised exactly who this man was. No wonder he'd scurried into a corner when Taiya woke up.
"There's no time," Tigris interjected. "We need to move," she was already racing up the stairs. As soon as she opened the door to the shop, another explosion rang out.
As they emerged into the street, they could see the plumes of smoke rising from the direction of the mansion. The direction Katniss had taken off in.
But they couldn't afford to worry about that now.
"Follow me," Tigris instructed him. She knew these streets. She was just praying the pods were deactivated.
They had to hurry for ten blocks until they arrived at Creed West Hospital. Tigris and Peeta both took cover behind a wall and Tigris slowly poked her head out to get a look.
"The rebels have it," Tigris announced with relief. "The hospital is under rebel control."
Peeta moved around her slightly and poked his head out. She was right. He recognised some of these people from District 13. He recognised one person in particular. A girl in a nurse's uniform.
"DELLY!" he called out eagerly, keeping his body tucked around the corner, just in case anyone fired any shots. "DELLY!"
"Peeta?" Delly's voice yelled back. "Peeta? Is that you?"
"Yeah, yeah it's me. If we come out, don't shoot," he pleaded.
"Affirmative," Delly agreed. "Do not shoot. Do not shoot," she instructed. "You can come out."
"Come on Tigris," Peeta nodded his head and slowly stepped out.
As soon as Delly saw him, she was racing towards him. "Oh thank goodness you're okay," she breathed in relief. "Where are the others? Oh my god! Is that Taiya?" she gasped at the sight of the girl lying limp in Peeta's arms.
"She was shot," Peeta's voice trembled. "In the chest. She was shot. A doctor applied a chest seal… But Delly she's… she's lost so much blood."
"We need help over here!" Delly shouted, rallying the rebels into action who quickly rushed over with a gurney.
"The doctor said it was the blood loss that was the biggest problem," Peeta's hands shook as a rebel raced forward and took her from his arms. He didn't want to release her, but the man wasn't giving him much of a choice.
"Where are the others?" Delly asked again.
"Katniss and Gale are looking for Snow near the mansion."
"That's where the rebels are attacking," Delly's eyes widened. Peeta could only nod.
"Cressida and Pollux are laying low at Tigris' shop. Finnick… I don't even know if he's alive. If he is, he's trapped down in the sewer system. We got separated."
"Finnick and Taiya got separated?" Delly gasped. Everything had definitely gone to hell for the star squad. "Before or after she got shot?"
"After."
"Oh my god," Delly swallowed. She could only imagine how dire the situation must have been for Finnick to leave Taiya after she'd been hurt. "And the rest?"
"We're all that's left," Peeta breathed, letting a rogue tear escape him. "Are Tyler or Buck here? Taiya needs them right now."
Delly shook her head. "No. They're still in District 13. After Snow declared you all dead, Tyler lost it. It was really scary. He was so quiet… and then he just snapped. Buck kept threatening to kill everyone who came near Tyler, Gloss was backing Buck up. They all got locked up in isolation. Johanna was too fragile after everyone left, she was kept away from a television so she doesn't know. Annie and Mags were kept in the dark as well. When I saw the wanted posters all over the streets I realised you were still alive. I don't think the rebels want to publicise that until they're sure though. I can get word sent back to 13 that we have Taiya, they might send the other victors here if they know that. I only left Annie to come to help the wounded, otherwise, I wouldn't have left. Prim came with me she's…" Delly trailed off as her eyes drifted up to the smoke in the sky. "She's with rebels pushing toward the mansion."
"I'm sure she's fine," Peeta reassured. "If she's with the rebels, they won't hurt her."
"You're right," Delly nodded. Of course, he was right. "Come on," she waved Peeta and Tigris forward. "Let's go. Looking at the state of Taiya they'll probably take her straight into surgery. I'm sure she'll be fine. This is one of the fanciest hospitals in the Capitol. They've got all the good stuff. We can get updates along the way. Follow me."
ShiaraS46: They're gonna need to build a pirate ship to play on! There's also a reason, which I'm sure you know by now for the doctor being that way as well... he's an ass! I definitely want Katniss to find out about Lucy Gray, I just haven't decided how yet
Amezing: Honestly... same haha! Do I have a breakdown... nope gotta write haha!
Mim31: Je peux confirmer que Finnick retrouvera son chemin ! Et Johanna les rejoindra au Capitol