Mentors

25

Peeta's pov

I watch the screen in concentration, as Roman stops digging to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
He continues for a little while longer before the layer of dirt crumbles into an abyss.

"It was hollow!" Talisa smiles.

Kolton looks deeply into the hole, examining it.

"Looks about three feet." he laughs to himself.

"Do we know for definite?" Raina asks from a few feet away.

"Why don't you go in to find out." Kolton spits.

There is the Kolton we all know and want to punch.
Raina rolls her eyes, and without hesitation, she hops down into the hole, only to drop four feet or so. She didn't even look before doing it, taking his word. She helps Talisa down with her, and Roman follows.

"Well are you coming, wise ass?"

"Yes, smart ass." Kolton smiles.

He looks into the hole, and Raina offers her hand to Kolton, and he surprisingly takes it.

They all are trying to look with their glasses, but it seems like it's even dark with them on.

Raina takes a step forward, and it triggers something. One by one, a fire torch is lit. Creating a path that narrows down to the left.

Kolton laughs. "What is this, minecraft?"

Not long after his comment, they continue down the path, taking their glasses off, getting ready to set up camp. It mustn't be very important, because they switch the camera to the careers on the other side of the arena. They have trouble hunting for tributes, due to their own distractions, such as dehydration, brightness, and mutts.

I turn my head from the games and Katniss has fallen asleep on the sofa.
I run my fingers up and down her waist and kiss her forehead, forgetting Finnick is still present.

He clears his throat a little.
"She stressed? You know. About this whole pressure of the rebellion?"

"I tend to think we all are. Her probably the most," I answer.

A little while later, she bolts awake, nearly smashing her head against mine.

"Guys! I have an idea! I just had a dream about it!"

"What?"

"I could go to Beetee, and ask him to create some type of communication device to send as a sponsor gift."

"Go on." Finnick listens.

"If we give them some sort of thing that will automatically connect to us communication wise, from inside their bodies." Katniss picks herself from the couch and grabs her shoes.

"Baby, where are you going?"

"Us three are going to talk to Beetee."

Inside the elevator, Katniss presses the button labeled 3, and the doors close.

Beetee answers the door delighted.

"Hello Mr. Beetee, I was informed that you are a great part of the rebellion that is rising?" Katniss asks.

"Affirmative, Miss.. Mrs Mellark."

Katniss was about to correct him when I see that she realizes the Capitol and the districts all think we are legally married. Are we? We had a Capitol wedding, should I call it legal?

She smiles, and doesn't correct him.

Beetee invites us in to sit down for a cup of coffee while we chat.

"Thank you." I say, being handed a mug.

Katniss explains to us all her vivid dream, and they brainstorm ideas on how it could work.

"Head set?"

"No, it will give it away."

"Ear piece?" Katniss suggests.

Beetee thinks for a moment, closing his eyes.

"That just might work."

Finnick clasps his hands together. "Great, so you'll design it."

Beetee gives a nod, and politely dismisses us.

We thank him and head out.

I take a look at Katniss and she bites her nails as we approach the elevator.

"Drop me off at floor 4, fellas." Finnick leans against the wall.
I press the number 4, then 12, and the door closes.

Finnick squeezes both our cheeks before leaving us.

I pull Katniss close to me.

"We will get them out of that arena, as soon as possible." I assure her, kissing her temple.

She sighs, closing her eyes. Content with my affection.