Quinn followed closely behind Gale into the room. At the table sat President Coin, Plutarch Havensbee, Boggs, Vessalmen, and Otto. Gale looked around the office at each of them, and Quinn did the same.

"Thank you, Gale." Coin said kindly, "You can be dismissed now."

Gale gave her a small nod, and as he turned to leave he offered Quinn an encouraging smile. But Quinn didn't return the look at all, and after Gale closed the door behind him-- she was left there completely alone, in a room of people she knew was going to try to get her to do something for them. She was a bit disappointed to see Otto there, he was well aware of how she felt about Thirteen-- about President Coin.

"I hope your day was enjoyable," Coin said, trying to break the obvious tension that was radiating off of Quinn since the second she stepped into the room. "I," she paused, "We," she added, "We wanted to propose something to you." she said simply as she motioned to an empty chair.

Quinn quickly shook her head, "I'd rather stand, thanks."

She nodded a bit, and then looked at Havensbee and he straightened up in his seat.

"It's something we are calling The Mockingjay Agreement," he began, and smiled a bit because of the name of it-- something he thought was creative. "Katniss has agreed to be our Mockingjay-"

"With conditions." Coin added quickly. Although her facial expressions didn't show any irritation, her tone did.

Plutarch nodded, "Being hunting rights above ground, having Gale Hawthorne with her, and all Victor's being pardoned when and if they get here-"

"All of them?" Quinn asked, "Even mentors?"

Coin nodded.

Quinn let out a small sigh of relief because there was a chance that Ciruss and Lace would be okay.

"Your distinct...personality, people know it. It's what got this show going." he explained, "Katniss's story, her romance with Peeta, the fact that two people won her games-- that's something memorable."

Quinn stared at him, and the shrugged a bit. Possibly too dramatically, "So? Katniss was the one you needed."

"She's too emotional," Coin said bluntly. Glancing at Plutarch, her lips were pursed together, and her eyes seemed to be telling him to got on with it.

Plutarch nodded, "And that's what people relate to. Her raw emotion fuels them and reminds them why they are fighting. But, your raw anger and stubbornness against the Capitol-- it's like...it's like you are the visual form of the rebellion."

Quinn raised her eyebrows, glancing at Coin as if she'd say something too. And just as she looked at Coin, she looked back at her-- returning a slightly annoyed look.

"We want you to stand with Katniss in what we are calling propos," she stated, "Video footage that will be snuck into the Capitol's broadcasting once Beetee can crack through their system."

Quinn felt her stomach sink. Her eyes studied Coin, her face was serious and stone hard. But her eyes looked like they were almost pleading with her. Havensbee looked unsure, his eyes watching Quinn carefully-- watching for a sign of anything that could happen. Vessalmen looked hopeful, but he didn't look like he was convinced she would say yes-- and Boggs wore a similar expression. Then lastly, Otto had the same look on his face as he did on the stairs. Pleading, but also...defeated.

Quinn sighed and shifted on her feet uneasily. "Why?"

Coin exhaled through her nose and moved her hands from her lap and put them on the table-- folded together. She let out an exasperated sigh as she looked back up at Quinn.

"This is the last time, I hope, we will have to explain this." she stated honestly. "I know that you've been through awful things. And I know that your hesitation is because you are scared of going through more, but Maverick, Panem needs you."

Quinn stared at her, waiting for her to continue.

"During your games, you were a spark. One that the rebels needed-- as if to tell them that the people of Panem would join them." Coin paused, "You haven't let the Capitol beat you, and that in it self is remarkable. You were such a big spark of the rebellion, and I know you want to make Snow burn. Katniss, Skyler, Orion, and yourself-- you will make the Capitol burn."

"President Coin, I just...I don't get what I could add to help Katniss." she confessed.

"Being there is all you need to do," she assured her, "If the people in the Districts see you with the mockingjay, they will join us."

Quinn felt her stomach drop even more. She covered her face with her hands, pressing her palms against her eyes and then combing her fingers trough her hair. She knew there was some truth in what she said. She wanted more than anything to see the people who killed the orphans in four to burn-- she wanted to see Snow burn the most.

Quinn sighed, "I'll only have to be in the propos?" she asked.

The last thing she wanted was to be fighting again, being in an arena with people wanted her dead-- with only knives, swords, and other weapons like that...that was terrifying enough. Running from firebombs and Capitol ships between the Districts-- that was terrifying. But being in a war, being on site with guns and ships all targeting her-- that was beyond terrifying.

Coin nodded, "Just the propos."

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Quinn mingled among the population of Thirteen. There were groups of people with subtle differences in their uniforms. There were men that had dark grey, short sleeves-- some with stains from different oils that may of been used on the hovercrafts. Some people wore light, tighty clothes because all they did was do inventory of the entire district. Then there were some with light grey aprons from the hospital.

Quinn looked around the groups of people until she caught sight of Orion. He stood near Arcturus in the crowd of people. The two of them were speaking to Finnick, who was still in a hospital gown. He had supposedly been able to be discharged two days earlier, but something had clearly come up.

"Finnick," Quinn announced her presence as she got near him. She reached out to tap his arm, as she did so, even though she had announced herself, his still flinched away. "Finnick, how are you doing?"

Finnick turned towards her, he looked her over. For a moment, he stared at her as if he had just seen a ghost, but then a smile found its way onto his face as he pulled her into a hug-- a piece of rope still tight in his hand.

"I thought they were just lying to me when they said you were alright," he said into her ear. "I didn't think you'd actually be alive...I saw the ship-"

"It was a rebel ship." she stated quickly before he could continue. He took a step back, he looked tired-- ill almost. "How are you doing?" she asked again.

"Better," he said simply, "They actually let me talk to people now." he said smirking a bit, "But I should get back to the nurses before they think I've gone off and lost my mind again." he sighed heavily as he looked over his shoulder towards a fairly large group of people from the hospital.

"I'll come see you tomorrow, Finnick." Quinn told him as he began to turn around to go back to his group. He smiled a bit and nodded before he turned and walked away.

"How'd command go?" Orion asked as she took Finnick's place beside him.

Quinn shrugged, "Depends how you look at it, I guess..." she replied looking up at him.

The crowds began to settle down, they all began to fall silent as President Coin appeared on the balcony in front of the microphone. Nothing looked different about her. Quinn had expected some sort of change-- President Snow had always worn an exceptionally nice suit during any of his appearances to the public. But Coin looked almost exactly the same. Her grey hair fell perfectly straight over her shoulders. Her thin face was  somber, and her eyes looked serious as she look out at the population of Thirteen.

"Hello," she began, the sound of her voice in the mic echoed through the big room and to every floor that could hear it. It forced everyone who was still talking to be quiet. "Today, I stand here to bring you very important news." she continued.

"Katniss Everdeen has agreed to stand with us, she had agreed to be our mockingjay. Under the condition that all Victor's trapped inside the Capitol will be rescued at the earliest opportunity and will be pardoned of all charges." the announcement caused some people to gasp, in shock. They had all heard Peeta betray them. "However, if she fails to do her duty as the mockingjay-- that condition is void."

Orion crossed his arms, "As if that would happen..." he mumbled.

"She wouldn't do anything stupid that would get Peeta in trouble-- at least with Thirteen." Arcturus stated.

"What do you mean at least with Thirteen?" Quinn asked, looking past Orion at Arcturus.

"The Capitol isn't going to be too happy that she's fighting against them." he pointed out as if it was obvious.

"Do you think that'll be the same for everyone?" Quinn asked, but before she could explain her question, President Coin began talking again.

"And second, Quinn Maverick and Orion Snow have both agreed to aid us to the best of their ability and stand with the mockingjay-"

"She wanted you to help Katniss too!?" Quinn hissed looking up at Orion.

He didn't say anything.

"What if we have to do something and you get killed?" she asked quickly, and was trying to keep her voice to a harsh whisper.

Orion looked down at her, "You're in the same position as me, Quinn." he whispered, "Why are you mad I agreed too?"

Quinn let out a long, irritated sigh. How could he not get it? Whatever those propos were, for all they knew-- it could be somewhere where the Capitol could attack them. President Snow wouldn't mind finally getting his grandson killed, or worse-- capturing him and forcing him to talk like Peeta and Agathias-- making him a traitor in Thirteen. It was almost like her nightmare was beginning to come true. Quinn regretted agreeing to the entire thing-- three, four if you could Skyler Henderson who Snow probably wouldn't have minded killing too-- multiple targets, together.

President Coin kept talking, and with each syllable Quinn kept thinking about how big of a target they were actually making. How the chances of all of them surviving, they were getting smaller and smaller. Quinn could practically hear her own heartbeat in her ears, she could feel frustration mixing with fear-- simply because she knew that Orion wouldn't just be training in Thirteen.

Before Quinn could stop herself, she was pushing past people in the crowd. Some people muttered a thank you to her for agreeing, but most stared at her oddly as she tried to push past them to get out of the crowd.