Mockingjay

“And you must at least have a theory.”
    Boggs gives me a long, hard look before he answers. “Here’s as much as I know. The president doesn’t like you. She never did. It was Peeta she wanted rescued from the arena, but no one else agreed. It made matters worse when you forced her to give the other victors immunity. But even that could be overlooked in view of how well you’ve performed.”
    “Then what is it?” I insist.
    “Sometime in the near future, this war will be resolved. A new leader will be chosen,” says Boggs.
    I roll my eyes. “Boggs, no one thinks I’m going to be the leader.”
    “No. They don’t,” he agrees. “But you’ll throw support to someone. Would it be President Coin? Or someone else?”
    “I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it,” I say.
    “If your immediate answer isn’t Coin, then you’re a threat. You’re the face of the rebellion. You may have more influence than any other single person,” says Boggs. “Outwardly, the most you’ve ever done is tolerated her.”
    “So she’ll kill me to shut me up.” The minute I say the words, I know they’re true.
    “She doesn’t need you as a rallying point now. As she said, your primary objective, to unite the districts, has succeeded,” Boggs reminds me. “These current propos could be done without you. There’s only one last thing you could do to add fire to the rebellion.”
    “Die,” I say quietly.
    “Yes. Give us a martyr to fight for,” says Boggs. “But that’s not going to happen under my watch, Soldier Everdeen. I’m planning for you to have a long life.”
    “Why?” This kind of thinking will only bring him trouble. “You don’t owe me anything.”
    “Because you’ve earned it,” he says. “Now get back to your squad.”
    I know I should feel appreciative of Boggs sticking his neck out for me, but really I’m just frustrated. I mean, how can I steal his Holo and desert now? Betraying him was complicated enough without this whole new layer of debt. I already owe him for saving my life.
    Seeing the cause of my current dilemma calmly pitching his tent back at our site makes me furious. “What time is my watch?” I ask Jackson.
    She squints at me in doubt, or maybe she’s just trying to get my face in focus. “I didn’t put you in the rotation.”
    “Why not?” I ask.
    “I’m not sure you could really shoot Peeta, if it came to it,” she says.
    I speak up so the whole squad can hear me clearly. “I wouldn’t be shooting Peeta. He’s gone. Johanna’s right. It’d be just like shooting another of the Capitol’s mutts.” It feels good to say something horrible about him, out loud, in public, after all the humiliation I’ve felt since his return.
    “Well, that sort of comment isn’t recommending you either,” says Jackson.
    “Put her in the rotation,” I hear Boggs say behind me.
    Jackson shakes her head and makes a note. “Midnight to four. You’re on with me.”
    The dinner whistle sounds, and Gale and I line up at the canteen. “Do you want me to kill him?” he asks bluntly.
    “That’ll get us both sent back for sure,” I say. But even though I’m furious, the brutality of the offer rattles me. “I can deal with him.”
    “You mean until you take off? You and your paper map and possibly a Holo if you can get your hands on it?” So Gale has not missed my preparations. I hope they haven’t been so obvious to the others. None of them know my mind like he does, though. “You’re not planning on leaving me behind, are you?” he asks.
    Up until this point, I was. But having my hunting partner to watch my back doesn’t sound like a bad idea. “As your fellow soldier, I have to strongly recommend you stay with your squad. But I can’t stop you from coming, can I?”
    He grins. “No. Not unless you want me to alert the rest of the army.”
    Squad 451 and the television crew collect dinner from the canteen and gather in a tense circle to eat. At first I think that Peeta is the cause of the unease, but by the end of the meal, I realize more than a few unfriendly looks have been directed my way. This is a quick turnaround, since I’m pretty sure when Peeta appeared the whole team was concerned about how dangerous he might be, especially to me. But it’s not until I get a phone call through to Haymitch that I understand.
    “What are you trying to do? Provoke him into an attack?” he asks me.
    “Of course not. I just want him to leave me alone,” I