ODDS

ᴛʀᴜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟᴇ

𝓦𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓽, the hot air thick around us. There was nothing else to do but wait, and to be aware.

"So you clocked the guy? The guy who was two years older than you and two times your size?" Peeta asked, disbelief evident in his voice. Beetee seemed to smile, despite being very paranoid.

Finnick took control of the story. "Oh no. That isn't even the worst of it." he gave me a look that showed that he still hasn't forgiven me about the incident. I flashed him an innocent smile.

"She grabbed the purse from a lady beside our table and started whacking him with it."

Peeta couldn't hold in his laughter.

"She attacked a Capitol citizen like that?" a certain amount of awe filled his tone. I smirked.

"And made the headlines in the Capitol news." Beetee piped up. Peeta swiveled to meet the man in the eyes.

"I remember that." He noticed the twinkle of mischief in my eye and turned to Finnick, who had his head in his hands.

"I also remember Johanna taking the fall for it."

Finnick groaned.

"Oh yeah. They only got a blurry picture, so they blamed it on Johanna. She honestly didn't even care. She was so proud of her."

I played with a bit of foliage, my smile wider than it usually was. I loved when Finnick told stories of our 'adventures' in the Capitol. He tried to trick everyone, making it seem that he was exasperated at my actions. But I knew the truth.

"Oh, come on." I scolded in a mocking tone. "You're just as bad as I am. Remember that guy you beat up at the concert a few years ago?"

Finnick stared at me, eyebrows furrowed with a smile. He was about defend himself.

"I seem to recall that guy attacking you. Or was that just my imagination?"

I looked to Peeta, ready to let him in on the real story.

"The kid had to barely be fourteen. He was just excited to meet a victor." I explained. Finnick interrupted with a laugh.

"He was in the process of kidnapping you!"

"Guys." Beetee's distressed voice didn't penetrate our conversation. Neither did his urgency.

"How is a fourteen year old going to kidnap me? Seriously?"

Peeta only laughed at our banter.

"It's pretty easy to kidnap a hundred pound girl. We weren't even that much older than him."

It was my turn to flash him an exasperated look.

"I was eighteen, Fin, and you'd just turned twenty." I argued.

"Guys."

Finnick stood as soon as he'd heard Beetee, rushing to his side to see what the problem was. Peeta stood as well, helping me to my feet.

"What's wrong?" he asked, finding his way to Beetee, who'd begun studying the wire.

Adjusting his glasses, he crouched down. "The wire. It's lax, like it's been cut."

"Well, what can we-"

A canon went off in the distance, making our bodies freeze. Shock overtook our senses.

Someone was dead.

"We've got to go after them." Peeta's voice held a thousand different emotions.

"Beetee, we need a new plan." Finnick whispered, leaning over to the man. Beetee only nodded.

Peeta turned to look at us, then the tree. He'd made up his mind.