The Hunger Games: Death of the Mockingjay

Chapter 6

It was only a matter of minutes before we got a knock on the door summoning me, Peeta and Hatmitch to medical for a meeting. Two soldiers escort us down to the medical level while Mom looks after the kids back at our quarters. I can only guess as to what the purpose of the meeting is, or why it has to take place in the hospital but it must be important to call a meeting this late at night.
We're escorted out from the elevator and down a pristine white corridor to the private rooms at the far end. Entering the room we find Plutarch sat up in bed with a healer placed around his leg. This is a sort of scanning shroud that accelerates the healing process. If the scanning waves work well he could be up and about in a few hours rather than a few months.

He spots us standing at the doorway and calls us over, only now once I'm inside the room can I see the two suited Presidential guards stood quietly in the corner. One has the presidents briefcase chained to his wrist, I know from experience that this holds the codes for the military arsenal at both District 13 and the Capital. The succession orders of the president should they ever become captured or killed and the presidential key would most likely be held inside too.

"Come come" says Plutarch as he waves us over to his bedside.

We come forward and stand either side of his bed. I'm hoping for some answers to all these questions that are swimming round my head.

"What's going on Plutarch, who attacked us today?" I ask a little too impatiently.

Plutarch smiles at my abruptness before Peeta takes over and shows him the respect that I should of offered Plutarch.

"How are you Plutarch, is your leg going to be okay?" he asks sincerely.

I mentally kick myself for my unfeeling attitude toward Plutarch and his own injuries. It's not Plutarch's fault for what happened today and over the years he's always tried to stand by Peeta and I offering his support and council. There were times in the beginning when he kept things from us but if anything, it's me that's caused him more problems over the years. He's about to answer when I catch him off guard and take his hand in mine to try and show some sort of concern for his injuries.

"He smiles at us both "I'm fine, just hurt from the loss of Ellie. She was the future of the country you know, the guiding light that brought us out from the darkness and into happier times but now she's gone, taken by those maniacs"

"Who were they Plutarch, do you know?" asks Haymitch.

"We have a good idea yes. But I need to explain to you how this has all led to this"

"It all started about 3 years ago when we started receiving death threats of key government officials, at one point even I was targeted"

"What did they want, what was their motive?" I ask.

"To begin with we weren't sure, it all seemed as if it was just one or two people trying to cause panic but over time it became clear that there were more people involved. We eventually found out that they're a group who call themselves the Brotherhood of Retribution.
To start with we really struggled to find out any real details about them but what we do know is that they're a cult born from the Sprawl"

"The Sprawl?" asks Peeta, frowning.

"It's a suburb of the Capital that was badly damaged during the war. It's still a ruin even now and criminals took advantage of the poverty, moved in and took over. Ellie tried on numerous occasions to get control back from the gangs and warlords but even with her best efforts it wasn't enough. And now we have this new faction that's brave enough to assassinate a head of state"