A Game Of Justice ✭ Cato Hadley

Two - Truth-Teller

14th July 75PD

Brutus and Enobaria feel incredibly groggy and disorientated. Their eyes sting through the darkness as they're dragged into a room as cold as the arctic, without wind but the temperature blasting low enough that they can feel the bite of the cold through their clothing. Peacekeepers throw them in harsh metal chairs and they can recognise the clinking of metal as the officers strap them down before ripping the fabric sacks from their heads and causing them to blink in an attempt to adjust to their new surroundings. Meanwhile, they both feel a sharp, piercing sensation at the sides of their necks, similar to the feeling of the insertion of the trackers that were inserted into their arms before their own respective games. It swirls into their minds and they're both acutely aware that they're under the control of the Capitol, and under some form of truth serum.

"Fuck!" Enobaria hisses. She tries to lift her hand to touch the injection site on her neck but her hands have been chained to the table and it hinders her movement.

"Good morning." President Snow speaks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. It's very early in the day, and the mentors are unsure of how long they've been sedated and kept in this cold room. It's vacant, only housing a small table painted a clinical white, two chairs on one side that the mentors have been restrained to and another chair on the other side where the president sits. "I bet you're both surprised to see me."

While Enobaria is quickly coming to her own silent realisation that the president believes them both to be a threat to himself, Brutus sneers at the man. "I mean I'm not surprised to see you because we're in the Capitol. What I am surprised about is that we're chained like animals."

Snow tuts several times. "Now, now, Brutus. There's no need to act so hostile. All I ask is that you simply tell me the truth and then the chains will be removed."

"The truth about what?" Brutus asks through gritted teeth.

Having been blindsided by the events that occurred at midnight in the arena, blindsided by the tributes involved, blindsided by his head gamemaker, the president is determined to find out as much information on the upcoming rebellion as possible. The only way he knows how to learn about the plans is to interrogate the remaining mentors under the influence of truth serum. This way he can attempt to stay ahead of the moves that the opposition make, and he can continue holding power and control over the nation for as long as possible, until the revolution has been quashed. Unbeknownst to the other higher ups in his cabinet, he has a plan for District Two - under the assumption that Brutus and Enobaria are as unaware of the rebellion as he hopes. "I need you to tell me what you know about the plan."

"Which one?" Enobaria questions.

The president raises an eyebrow in shock before leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table and get closer to the two people ahead of him, who he is beginning to fear that he will have to dispose of. "What do you mean which one?"

"Well that depends, are you talking about my plan with Clio or Brutus' plan with Cato?" Enobaria answers him, pausing for a second to give the man a chance to respond. She studies his expression, but his brow only furrows a fraction of an inch and he doesn't speak, leading the woman to continue. "Clio made me promise to get out of the arena alive, but Cato and Brutus made the same deal for Clio's life."

The white haired man snaps. "Not those plans!"

Enobaria's answer has proven that the truth serum they were injected with earlier has worked, because she's providing him with details that they usually wouldn't give away that easily. Information that he doesn't care for though and President Snow realises that the two victors need steering back towards the topic at hand. "I'm talking about the plan that ended with our arena being blown to pieces."