[AUTHORS NOTE]

Here's the newest chapter! I hope you guys enjoy it! Be sure to comment what you think =)

And I'm just curious, how do you want Quinns story to end? Do you want her to get married? If yes, to who? Should she be forever alone? I have so many ideas, and I keep going back and forth between so many endings! And I just can't choose...so maybe if I heard from some of you guys, I'd get a better idea of what I want to do...I mean, I have a pretty good idea...but...eh, I don't know if the feels could do it.

Stay classy loves!

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Commander Paylor showed the team around the area that the rebels controlled as soon as she explained the circumstances. There were plenty of  people in Two who were on the rebels side, but there were plenty of people who defended the Capitol too. Most of the people who still worked in the mines, and most of the Peacekeepers were all still people who defended the Capitol. They were the lapdogs as Finn and Paylor called them.

Quinn couldn't help but hate them. A part of her couldn't help but think they were no better than Snow, they were no better than Seneca Crane...there was no reason the rebels should try to convince them of anything. Now, seeing Two-- and after seeing what happened in Eight with the hospital...people who defended the Capitol deserved to burn with it. People who couldn't see that it was wrong what the Capitol was doing didn't deserve a chance to change sides. They had already had plenty of time for that.

"So on a scale of one to ten," Coleman said, announcing his presence as he seated himself down on the steps inside the building that the rebels had made their base camp. It was a pretty big building and it was in pretty good shape. A lot of the windows were either boarded up or broken, but it was still better than what a lot of people had. "How much better is this crap than the crap back in Thirteen?" he asked as he took a bite of the plain food that they had all been given for lunch.

"I'd say it's equally as bad," she replied, "Sometimes, I wish I could just have one meal like I had in the Capitol."

"After all this is over," Coleman paused taking another bite, "We can have as many of meals like that as we want." he said, smirking a bit.

"Hopefully," Quinn sighed, "If everything goes right."

Coleman sighed and was quiet for a moment, "Have a bit of faith, Quinn,"

Quinn sighed as she took a bit of her own lunch, "Coleman it's like you don't know me at all," she began, sarcasm dripping from her mouth like it was a fountain. "I have nothing but faith."

Coleman scoffed, "Yeah, whatever you say Miss Bucket-of-Cheer."

Quinn stared at him, "What exactly is that supposed to mean?"

Coleman rose an eyebrow, "Seriously?" he asked, "Quinn, you've never been exactly...a happy person to be around."

Quinn rolled her eyes, "Being depressing has gotten me this far," she reminded him, "That has to count for something--"

Coleman cut her off and quickly and dramatically put a hand to his chest, "I'm sorry, are my ears deceiving me, or is Quinn Maverick actually expressing some sort of pride about being the Quinn Maverick?"

Quinn looked at him, waiting for some sort of explanation.

"You've been throwing yourself a pity party for the past...two...maybe three years," he sighed, "I'm not saying you don't have a right to," he added quickly, "I'm just saying it's nice to hear you actually cracking a few jokes."

Quinn sighed, "Don't get too used to it," she paused, "I run out of them pretty quickly."

"A few is better than none--"

Their conversation was cut short at the sound of someone clearing their throat from behind them. The two of them looked up to see Jules standing at the top of the stairs that they had seated themselves on. She, like everyone else on the team, had removed most of their armor.

 "Commander Paylor needs us all there," she said simply, "Coin wants to see that everyone is alright."

Quinn and Coleman glanced at each other before grabbing their gun with their free hand and not dropping the dry sandwich that they had been given for lunch from their other. The two of them quickly caught up with Jules and followed her to the command room. The two of them and Jules were the last two to join the rest of First Response and Paylor's squad.

"See, Madam President? Everyone is accounted for," Paylor said, smiling a bit and motioning to the two of them. Coins face was projected over a small table, and even though it was just a image of her-- even though she wasn't really there in Two with them...she might as well  have been.

Coin nodded a bit, "Good," she sighed, "Command here was worried someone may have stayed on the craft and that we'd have to replace one of you,"

"Replace?" Penni asked from just behind Finn and one of Paylor's men.

Coin somberly nodded, "The craft was shot down about twenty minutes after the drop," she said simply, "So we are very happy to see you all well," she said, pausing again. "Commander, do you have any more insight on the Nut?" she asked.

Paylor shook her head, "They've closed ranks, Madam President," she paused, "Workers are escorted to and from the mines, nobody leaves during the day unless its a change of the shift--"

"So that's the only window we have?" Coin asked, "Is it enough to weaken it?"

"Madam President, if we attack one of the tunnels, it will only cause them to lock it up or retaliate. We can't afford that, we've lost too many. Just last week we were raided and most of our biggest weapons were destroyed of confiscated." a younger man said.

Coin was quiet for a moment and seemed to look right at him, "And who are you?"

He sighed, "Sargent Collins, ma'am, from District One."

She nodded a bit, and then was quiet for a moment. Like she was studying him, then finally she spoke up. "And what do you suspect we do?"

He shifted uncomfortably, "I think we should wait until we are stronger here in Two," he said honestly, "It's too risky-"

"We're running out of time, Sargent Collins," she stated, "We can't wait six more months before acting. We have all of the Districts but Two standing with us. We need the Nut to be under our control. If we control it, we control some of the Capitol's best weapons."

"But ma'am-"

"Collins," Paylor said sharply and cutting him short.

"What about the north end?" Collins suggested quickly, as if to save himself from the hole he was digging himself in. "If we throw enough at them there, they'll think we have more than we do."

Finn nodded in agreement, "He's right," Finn stated, "That could at least hold them off from raiding the rebels side of the District until more get here."

Coin was quiet for a moment, thinking about it. "Quinn needs to be on the front lines," she announced.

"Madam President," Paylor said quickly, "North end is the main tunnel, they have the heaviest security there--"

"Commander," Coin started, "If they see the Rebel Victor there, they'll think there are more rebels there than there are. They don't think we'd send her with just one squad. And, if there is anyone in that tunnel that is on her side, and they see or find out she was there, that could convince them to help us."

Quinn felt like she was going to upchuck whatever had been in that sandwich. There was a new demeanor about Coin, one Quinn wasn't familiar with. Before, Coin had been wary to do anything with Quinn-- she thought Quinn was too fragile, too important. And now she was willing to put her right in the front? Her face was practically a giant target for anyone against the rebels.

"Forgive me, President, but we need Maverick in the march to the Capitol. That's when we need her. We can't risk losing her now." Paylor said.

"She can handle herself," President Coin stated, "Everyone clear the room, I need a word with Quinn and Sargent Haymenn."

Everyone let out a collective sigh and began to leave the room. Leaving Jules and Quinn in the command room with the projection of Coin.

"Quinn, be honest with me, do you honestly believe you can't handle this?" she asked.

Quinns' throat was dry, "I-I don't know," she paused, "Maybe?"

Coin sighed heavily, "Quinn, you've lost the spark that the rebels need right now," she said, disapproval was obviously there in her voice and eyes. "The rebels in all of the Districts, the lapdogs-- everyone needs to now that the Feisty Pearl still exists."

Quinn's eyes quickly darted around, avoiding looking at Coin for a moment.

"Remember what we talked about? You and Katniss both do your best work in action. Katniss has a way with words to connect with peoples emotions when she's under pressure, you do your best fighting when it isn't staged--"

"These people have guns, Madam President," Quinn said quickly, "They've been training with them longer than I have--"

"You made it from District Four all the way to District Thirteen," Coin reminded, the disapproval and sternness was gone and replaced with hope and encouragement. "You can do this, Quinn. Until Katniss get's there, you are the face of the rebellion. You need to say and do whatever you can to help get the rebels an advantage. You need to rally them," she paused, "Understood?"

Quinn slowly nodded. She did understand what Coin was telling her to do, it didn't mean she liked it. "Yeah, I understand."

Coin smiled a bit and nodded curtly, "Great, now please could you give Haymenn and I a bit of privacy?"