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Katniss

"What!" Tears form my eyes as Plutarch's words leave his mouth. They're going to bomb district 12.

"Heard it myself. Get your loved ones out. Now. A train leads to twelve in an hours time. Make sure not a soul knows who you are, or no one will be able to escape the arena, and no one will escape the bombing."

He starts speaking of other instructions that I take huge mental notes on.

As soon as he bids me goodbye we're out the door.

"Where are you going?" Peeta whispers, following me into the elevator, adjusting his disguise.

"Back to the training center to pack a bag and get the hell out of here."

He doesn't argue with what I said, but I can tell he's worried sick. Biting his lip and blinking several times.

"It'll be fine." I assure. But maybe I'm really not sure. To say we booked it out of the training center is an understatement. We were in and out in two minutes.
We were the last two people on the train, because we lugged all our belongings into two bags.
Going from the Capitol to district 12, to give a bomb warning.
I hear Raina speak in my earpiece that I'm still wearing.
She tells me that the careers don't know who shot an arrow in their ally's heart. The careers climb into their treehouse and look for possible suspects. They split up, two staying at the treehouse while two go on a miniature search party.
Time was bought, for now.
As the train moves hundreds of miles per hour, I find myself beyond nervous. It's our job to get thousands of men, women and children out of their homes and into District 13. A hovercraft will be there hidden in the far off set of trees in the woods.
The ride back to 12 is endless. I'm on the verge of ripping my disguise off out of rage. All it happens to be is a blue cloak with a hood.

Peeta wakes me up when we arrive, and we hop off the train with our very little belongings.
The first stop is Gale's home.
We approach the little brown house, and I knock loudly. Hazelle, his mother, opens the door. I look up at her and very slightly lift my hood for her to see my face.

"Oh. Honey, come on in you two." She welcomes us into a hug.
I know that today is the first day of the week. Gale's day off in the mines, and the day we go hunting. Sunday mornings were always peaceful as I remembered.

"Good morning, Mrs. Hawthorne, is Gale here today? It's very important, he could be a big help to us."

Peeta says, shaking her hand as he introduces himself. Although she already knows who he is. Everyone in Panem knows who he is.

"He just came home from hunting, dear." She tells Peeta.
She goes to get him, and I grab Peeta's hand. If only she knew how much of a rush we are in.
Gale comes inside the dining room where we are planted.
He doesn't recognize us until we lift our hoods.

"Katniss." His eyes widen and nearly pop out of his head. He gathers me into a hug.

"It must be important if you're not mentoring the games."

"That's why we're here, it's super important." I say. He lets me go and takes a look at us, before pulling us both into a hug.

"Please tell me you're not asking for my blessing." He laughs, which gets a chuckle out of me.

"No. It's something pretty life threatening."