I spend hours working and working. Throwing knives, shooting arrows, tying knots. And before I know it, the final training day is over. I walk silently back to my quarters, and see Dior sitting at the dinning table clutching something in his hand, which he immediately hides when he sees me. He's looking rather unwell. "Why weren't you at training today?" I ask He looks up at me with a strong expression that I can't quit place. "Didn't feel good." is all that comes from his mouth. Somethings not right. Sure, a fever can creep up on you without a minutes notice, but I've never seen Dior like this. Here, or at home. He's not sick, somethings wrong. But what on Earth could have happened that has made him appear as sane as a drunk man? I back away and stride quickly down the hall to where our rooms are located, and stop at Dior's door. I take a quick look over my shoulder to make sure he hasn't followed me, and jiggle the doorknob. It opens with ease, so I step inside and close the door soundlessly. I take a look around. His room is identical to mine. There's no sign that he's been drinking, though I doubted that as a possibility in the first place. That gives me hope, maybe it's not as bad I thought. I begin to riffle through his bed linens, not sure what I'm searching for, but I don't stop. When I come up empty handed, I start to open drawers. I open every single one and am about to leave when I see a flap of pristine white paper sticking out from the back of the bottom drawer. I crouch down in front of it and tug it lightly. It pulls free with little to no effort, and I lightly smooth it out before reading. Dear Valued Tribute, We, the highest end of the Capitol authority, have received a tip off that there will be an attempt to break our beloved arena this Hunger Games. We have received intel that this feat has been assigned to a tribute in this years games. As your reigning officers, we are asking you to keep this from happening. Kill every tribute if you must, and in return for your co-operation and completion of this mission, we will give you- I reach the bottom of the letter and notice its torn. So this is what Dior's all messed up in the head about. He's just been assigned a command from the Capitol! It's then that I realize what this means. Rosemary. The plan. Dior. The other plan. Dior might not know who has been assigned to break the arena, but that still puts Rosemary at huge risk. Knowing Dior, he'll just go in a killing spree, impaling anyone who crosses his path. I search around the room for the other half of the letter for a minute, only to accept the fact that it's not here. I quickly tidy the room and am about open the door when the doorknob starts to turn. I act quick, stuffing the letter into my shirt, and pretend to have been looking for something. It's Dior who enters. He's eyes flicker with surprise when he sees me and says "What are you doing in my room?" I put on a confused face and say "Oh, Dior, sorry..I was uh, looking for something. I couldn't find it in my room so I thought maybe one of the Avox's had misplaced it in ne of the other rooms. But, uh...it's not here, so I'll be going now." And I brush past him and speed down the hall before he can stop me. I collapse on my bed and am almost about to drift off when another thought crosses my mind that I hadn't even considered until now. What will the Capitol give Dior if he succeeds?
