Peeta's POV;

They all watch me, waiting for a reaction on the latest news. They just told me what had happened last night. About the bombs, and how our squad was in the nut when they went off. They said that we had video proof they went in there, but the explosion blast messed with the camera and never caught them coming out.

We're sitting at a round conference table, all of us silently thinking of what to do next with this situation. "I've got it!" Someone gasps, and all eyes fall on him. "They have a phone? Do they not?"

Everyone sighs. How did we not think about that before now?

"Yes, they do. But wether or not they can use it to communicate is a different story." Henry counters. "What do you propose?"

"Call them, and if we can get through just tell them we'll have a hovercraft waiting where they landed. And it'll be there when they come out."

"Go! Go now!" Henry points to the man and then to the door. "Go!" He barks. "Mellark, are you heading to the craft?" He asks me.

"Yes." I answer.

"Stop at the hospital, roundup a trauma doctor. And haul ass to the hangar."

"Okay, thank you." I breath pushing up from the chair and rush from the room.

The hospital is busy and bustling with life when I enter it. Men and women brush by me with liquids and blood smeared onto their smocks. "Excuse me." I say lowly as I lean over the reception desk towards the young lady behind the computer at the desk.

She snaps her head from her computer, and blinks her eyes at me. "Yes sorry, how can I help you?"

"Henry asked me to find a trauma doctor to bring with us on a rescue mission today. Do you know where I can find one?"

"I'll find Ed." She smiles before nodding off down a back hallway. She returns in a few minuets, with an attractive woman on her hip. "This is Edith." She smiles.

"Oh." I stutter. "You said Ed, I thought you meant a man. Not a woman."

"Nope, Ed here is our number one trauma doctor in the hospital." She states proudly.

"You sure your up for it?" I ask her.

"Yes, I've always been wanting to get into the field and try my hand at actual real trauma work." She says confidently.

"Well let's go, we need to get in the craft in like five minuets."

"Let me gather my things." She rushes and collects her things, and is right by my side again. "Let's go." She breaths.

***

We sit on the hovercraft, and my knees bounce restlessly. "You are to stay on the craft after we land, got it?" A dark skinned man asks me.

"Alright."

"We will be getting off in case of some problems while boarding the craft. But you have to stay. We for orders from the chief."

"Fine." I lean my head back onto the back head rest of the chair. My eyes become droopy and tired, but I can't find sleep as we fly quickly.

Halfway through our flight I feel a soft hand on my left shoulder. "Peeta, are you alright?" Ed asks me.

"I'm just a bit nervous, you know? I'm not sure if she's alive or not." I answer honestly.

"I understand that. And I hope for your sake they are."

"They?" I sit up.

"T-The squad." She stutters. "I hope the squad is still alive." She answers.

"Me too, we have a baby back home you know." I answer proudly. "He just turned one, and he's the best boy I've ever met." I smile.

"He sounds grand." She smiles. "So you and Katniss are married?" She asks me pulling her feet up under her, and she rests her chin on her balled fist.

"Yes, not even a year yet." I say.

"Well you two are still in the honeymoon period, aren't you?" She replies with a sly smile.

"What's that?" I ask leaning forward.

"The first two years of marriage, when everything is all hunky - dory and nothing can make you two mad at each other." She explains.

"We've fought." I note.

"But you made up quickly, did you not?" She asks me.

"How do you know that?" I ask in utter disbelief.

"Before I joined the rebels, I was a marriage therapist and specialist." She says. "I was the best in the district, or so they say." She states proudly. "I'd be glad to sit down and have a talk with you and her whenever you need it."

"No no." I smile chucking a bit. "Katniss and I don't fight, our marriage is virtually perfect. Except for this whole war." I shrug. "But there's always a few bumps in the road. We love each other and that's all that matters."

"Alright, but the offer is always there."

"Landing in one and a half minuets." A voice rings through our ears over the intercom.

"Buckle." I instruct. We both buckle our belts at our waist, and wait for the bumpy landing.

When it comes, I grip the arm of the stiff chair and wait it out. I've been on these crafts countless times since the first reaping, yet I still can't keep it together when landing or taking off.

"Landing complete." The voice tells us, and each of the trained soldiers stands to load their rifles. They flick the safety off of their handgun, shoving it into their pant's waist band.

"Move quick, help them into the craft if their here. And then high tail it back into the craft. If there are soldiers out there, and you get captured; do whatever it takes to kill yourself."

His words are harsh. And hit me hard. "Oh god." I say under my breath. "Why?"

"They'll do it anyways if they can't get the information out of you they want." He explains. "Everyone ready?" They nod, and the large door swings open.

The world is silent, until we see the other squad running to us. I see their captain, and their medic and the rest of their members. I stand on my toes to look for her. And Gale.

"Where is she?" I moan anxiously. "Where is Katniss?" I ask again.

"Go go go!" Our squad leader shouts pushing his members out to help the others.

All of a sudden, gunshots erupt as the first squad is entering the ship. "Where's the girl?" Their squad leader asks.

"I don't know, we lost them a while back, I think when the peacekeepers came." One of the members answers.

"You need to go back!" I shout.

"We can't! Their firing at us, and if we don't leave soon we won't make it into the air." I'm informed.

Suddenly, she's there. Dragging Gale by the arm, his limp body trailing behind Katniss as she tries to pull him. She's screaming, taking a few quick steps at a time when she gets bursts of energy.

"Help her!" I cry.

"We can't! We'll die." The man replies to me.

"She'll die!"

"We can't." He persists.

I take a few deep breaths, looking side to side as I watch the peacekeepers close in on them.

I take one last look at my hands, and then launch myself into the battlefield.

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Hey y'all! So I just wanted to tell you guys that yesterday I saw just how powerful the Wattpad community really is. Yesterday I found out that one of my all time favorite writers had a copyright problem with an incredibly small account. That account had taken my fav authors chapters and posted it as their own WORD FOR WORD. And that is not right. It is disrespectful to the author, and wattpad itself. If you cannot come up with your own ideas, and your own works DO NOT COPY SOMEONE ELSES. I know that I would be beyond pissed if someone had done that to me, so I applaud her for staying calm and handling the situation the way she did. The point to all of this, is that not even a half an hour later the copywriter had taken down the story and deleted her profile. I am so proud of what we can do when we all ban together.

Sorry for the rant-ISH type of paragraph, but it truly amazed me.

Thanks for reading all of this!

-Kylee.