Haymitch

"What do you mean another twist?" I shout angrily, my head throbbing and not from a hangover or the nightmares for once.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't tell you sooner. I myself was informed just hours ago and all the mentors will be told an hour before the Games begin tomorrow." Plutarch apologizes, but I already know it's not enough. The Games start tomorrow fucking morning, after all.

"Well what is it?" I ask him, attempting mostly in vain to cap my anger and frustration. He would have told me sooner, I know he would. It's imperative to the rebellion.

""There will be an additional twelve tributes, one from each district of President Snow's choosing. None of these tributes are Victors." He sighs, but I shake my head and drain the drink in front of me before I ask the obvious question.

"Well who is it then? The sister?" I guess, the most obvious choice. If that damn man is going to punish her she would be the best person. After all, it's not like the girl has any skills whatsoever and sweetheart would either watch her die before she could do a thing or die protecting her. Either thing would crush the rebellion.

"That's what I would have assumed as well, but no." Plutarch informs me, and I stare at him until it dawns on me.

"Damn him." I curse before standing up, knocking everything on the table down as I storm to the door.

"Haymitch? What are you-" Plutarch calls, clearly alarmed by my behavior especially since he hasn't told me who the tribute is. But he doesn't need to, there's only one other person it could possibly be besides the sister. I haven't decided which is worse yet.

"Going to inform Odair. He needs to know the changes to the plan."

"Is it that important? It's four in the morning." Plutarch questions me, but I glare at him.

"It is."

And with that, I storm out the door and go to the elevator, straight to the fourth floor. I don't bother announcing myself to anyone who's stupid enough to be up, just go straight to his room and whip off the covers, startling him.

"Come on Fish boy, we got some talkin to do." I tell him, not waiting for him to answer as I turn around and go to the elevator so that we can talk on the roof. But really all I can think through the anger though we need a plan is fuck.