Most of the day was slow. It was mostly just a day for inventory, and preparing for Second Response and Star Team to get there. Quinn stayed outside the building with Arcturus and Coleman-- watching the kids playing one of their games. There weren't many kids who lived in the Rebel Base, but the ones that did; depending on how long all of this lasted, they'd probably start getting trained to use a gun in a year or so.

Coleman hadn't said much of anything since the building where the orphans had been living was bombed. He had been more reserved than Quinn had actually. Quinn didn't really feel heartbroken about it. She was angry, she just wanted to make sure whoever had done it ended up dead and whoever gave the order was dead too. Coleman however, just saw the potential each of the kids had and saw that it was wasted. Quinn knew he was just as angry as she was, but Quinn just couldn't be sad. There had been so much that she had been devastated about over the years, now she was just angry.

Before long, in the landing area of the base, the sound of the engine of a hovercraft filled the base. Then Paylor and Finn both hurried out of the building, towards the hovercraft that was lowering its ramp to let whoever was inside get off after the day flight from Thirteen to Two. At first Quinn didn't seem all that phased by it, not excited, almost like there was no change in the atmosphere in Two. But then when she saw Boggs stepping out, followed by Star Team, and then Second Response, she felt almost relieved. Mainly because that meant that for the time being, they were alright.

So Quinn quickly pushed herself up from her place on the ground and hurried to the new arrivals to Two. Her eyes scanned their faces; Katniss, Cressida, Gale, and then joining Boggs talking with Paylor was Quinten. But before Quinn could consider greeting him Dylan, who had spent ninety percent of her time in Two in command with Paylor, was already greeting him. So then Quinn moved her eyes across the rest of the new arrivals until she saw Orion.

Part of her had almost expected for Coin to move him so he could stay in Thirteen. But she was beyond glad to see him. Before she could stop herself, and hurried towards him. It felt like months had passed since she had seen him last. So much had changed though, just since she had been there in Two.

"Orion," Quinn said, her voice muffled when she pressed the side of her face against his chest. "I thought Coin wouldn't send you after what happened..." she muttered.

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That evening, Finn, Marcus, Quinten, Paylor, and Katniss, and the rest of the command that was in Two were meeting in command to discuss a plan. That left Quinn, Coleman, Micah, and Orion the evening to catch up. Quinn sat next to Coleman on the stairs, and the other two sat across from them.

"How much do you want to bet Coins going to get us all to do something stupid again," Coleman sighed.

"What happened last time?" Orion asked.

"A fourth, almost two, of the people Paylor sent to take the North Tunnel got killed," Micah replied, "We got our asses served to us on a silver platter."

"She sent you in?" Orion asked, looking at Quinn.

"That is what First Response is for," Micah replied.

"What he means is Quinn's important to all of this, she shouldn't have to be a part of these suicide missions-"

"And any of you should?" Quinn said quickly, cutting him short. If there was anything Quinn knew for a fact, it was that none of these people deserved any of this. But Micah was right, nobody had a choice anymore.

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    About an hour had passed before the plans were announced, and then another before the plan was put in action. They were going to get the Nut. The rebels had to get the Nut if they wanted any of the lapdogs on their side-- and while the Capitol had control over the Nut, they had control over the countless weapons in there.

    The plan was a lot more simple than raiding the North Tunnel. Use the weapons the rebels had; the bombs they had to weaken the Nut. To take out as many lapdogs as possible-- and as much as Quinn hated the fact, that meant civilians would die too. But most of those civilians, by this point probably were supporting the Capitol. They had all the chances in the world for three years to join the rebels, and they never chose to.

That's just you trying to justify it, Quinn thought. But that didn't matter, even if she was just trying to justify it. They all had one person to blame, one enemy, and these lapdogs chose to still believe in him.