[AUTHORS NOTE]

I'm hella stoked for the next half of the first part of the book! It moved a tad fast, but I'm pretty sure you will like the twists and turns that will take place!

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Quinn felt like her entire body was numb. The silence that surrounded everyone who was left in the hovercraft seemed like it was trying to suffocate her. When they had gone to District Eight, there wasn't one open seat. But now, there was one open seat that was taunting her. Who should have been there, wasn't there. He wasn't there because she had slowed down getting out of that warehouse. If she would have left when they had first been warned to...he may have been able to get out quicker too.

Everyone else that surrounded here, they didn't say a word. But Quinn could feel eyes on her, watching for some sort of emotional outburst. Even if it was just a short panic attack like just before they arrived to Eight. But Quinn did her best not to show anything, because there was nothing to show-- at least there was no way to show it. What she felt wasn't just sadness and heartbreak from losing Otto practically the same way that she had lost all of the orphans in District Four. It was hatred, pure, complete hatred for the same people who had put them all in this mess. The Capitol thought it was easy to dispose of people, a warehouse filled with unarmed, wounded people was easy to replace. A warehouse of orphans who didn't do anything wrong were easy to replace and would have been a perfect punishment. The Capitol didn't care who they had to stomp out, just as long as they came out on top.

"Quinn,"

She glanced up at the person who was seated next to her. It wasn't Cressida like before, instead it was Katniss. Her eyes were still a bit puffy from how much she had been crying over the warehouse. But other than that, and some dirt, she looked exactly the same as she had when she arrived in Eight. But like everyone else, her demeanour was completely different. They had gone under the belief that nothing would happen. But what everyone had feared would happen, happened.

"Are you okay?" she asked, studying Quinn's face as she spoke.

"I'm fine," Quinn replied with a shrug. Of course she wasn't, but there wasn't anything that anyone could do to change what happened. And there wasn't anything that she or anyone could say to change how angry she was. Now that Snow knew, or after he saw the first Propo if they used any of the footage from Eight-- after he knew she was alive, what would stop him from getting into Four and finding people who she may have known? Like Coleman, or Isabella...two people she cared about-- two people who knew about the rebellion...Coleman more than Isabella. But Snow didn't know that, and he probably wouldn't care if he had to have them killed.

The rest of the flight back to District Thirteen remained quiet. Quinn spent the entire time thinking about District Four. What if when they arrested Annie, they arrested Coleman too? Quinn had no reason to really think that the Capitol would have known about him or Isabella, but she had no proof that they didn't either.

Once the hovercraft landed, the group filed out of the ship. They were met by President Coin, who had told them that she would see them off and meet them once they got back. At first her eyes scanned the group, she looked pleased at first when she saw the entire camera crew untouched. But the closer she looked at them as they stepped out of the ship, her face dropped when she counted one less person when the door closed.

"Madam Pr-" Boggs began.

But she quickly shook her head, "I want to speak with you and Haymenn in Command." she stated, "Cressida, you take the rest of your crew to Havensbee," she said looking at Cressida and she nodded. "The rest of you go rest, you've had an incredibly long day."

After being dismissed, Quinn hurried away from the group. She felt like her stomach was filled with boiling water-- sending kids to a arena to kill each other was one thing. But bombing a warehouse filled with not even just unarmed people-- but wounded people. Did Snow really hate them that much that he was willing to destroy parts of districts, and even possibly wipe out an entire family.

Otto hadn't deserved to die in that warehouse. He shouldn't have-- if Quinn had hurried up in the first place, he probably would have been able to get out. If Quinn hadn't let herself be slowed down by that woman and that young boy-- no, Quinn knew that she couldn't have passed them up.

Quinn handed in her gun at the check in point and then hurried to her compartment. To be alone, to think. Not about the mess she had gotten herself into by agreeing to be in these stupid propos. But about how much she couldn't stand to think about the Capitol throwing its weight around anymore. She couldn't stand the idea of more districts being destroyed like twelve-- or the thought of losing more people who didn't deserve it, like Otto. Like all of those people in the warehouse. Like Jenson and Rosa and the other orphans in Four-- innocent people who didn't deserve what they got. But Snow would get what he deserved.

She knew that was a fact.

Quinn knew another thing for sure too, now that Snow would know she's alive-- the odds of him doing something to District Four were greater. The odds of something happening to Coleman and Isabella weren't all that small. She wished there was a way to just get them out.

That would make a good propo, she thought as she collapsed onto a chair that sat at the small table in her compartment and began to tug the suit she had on off. Right after they were in Eight, they went to Four-- even closer to the Capitol...just to get a few people to Thirteen. Like a...practice evacuation mission for the Victors that could possibly never even be evacuated from the Capitol.

Besides that, Quinn knew she had people in Thirteen to worry about. People that she could lose like She had lost Otto, but at least she would know she lost them. She would have no idea if something happened to Coleman or Isabella.

Quinn had settled herself in her compartment, she took a well needed shower, and put on the dull grey clothes before laying down on her bed. But she couldn't even try to close her eyes to get some sleep-- because every time she closed her eyes, all she saw was the burning remains of what was left of the makeshift hospital and the Capitol hovercraft that had been shot down. Then along with that came the same anger and frustration that she felt towards the Capitol.

After maybe an hour, to an hour and a half of doing nothing. There was a knock on the door of the compartment. She sighed heavily, she pushed the blankets off of her and then pushed herself out of the bed and made her way over to the door and slid it open.

"What?" Quinn asked simply.

He raised an eyebrow, "You really aren't that great at greeting people." Gale sighed, his tone wasn't joking at all. "Everyone's going to see the propo," he sighed.

"They're done getting it ready?" she asked.

He nodded and shrugged a bit, "They work fast I guess."

Quinn thought for a moment and glanced up and down the hall of compartments. There weren't a lot of them, but there were some people that were going somewhere and Quinn assumed it was to see the propo.

"I don't really want to see it," Quinn stated. "I don't need to see it."

"Why's that?"

"I'm angry enough," she replied, "It doesn't matter if I see it again. I'll want to kill Snow just as much."

He nodded a bit, "Fair enough," he said, "But you should come. Even if you don't want to."

"I should?" she asked, "Why?"

"It wouldn't look to great if one of the people that went to Eight wasn't there." he stated, and silence fell between them. And after a second of silence, Gale realised what he said. "I mean...one of the three of you, you, Katniss, and Orion." he corrected himself simply.

"I'm not going," Quinn stated, "I'm not going to watch Otto get blown to bits and then watch his remains burn with the rest of those people that didn't deserve it."