I couldn't help but to feel a little excited. Things were finally looking up for us, after weeks of formulating this plot. It couldn't go wrong now. I wouldn't let it!
"Yeah," said Cato, pointing out toward the ocean. "We need you in the water. I think Snow might try to escape on a boat or something. You can go undetected. If you see a boat, throw one of those bombs at it and swim away as fast as you can."
"Got it," I said, handing Cato the rifle. I jumped off of the train, landing on all fours. At this point, I didn't need a rifle. I had a few knives on my belt, as well as the bombs. I could take on Snow if I saw him. What was he going to do? Fight me? I doubted that.
I started walking toward the pier slowly, in case I got an unexpected surprise along the way. It was quiet and momentarily, I wondered where the hell Snow could've gone. None of the boats in sight were moving and there was certainly no movement going on. It was quiet. . . . Too quiet.
As my mind began to wander, I lost concentration and I was attacked. A knife slashed the skin on my arm and I reached for one of my own knives. President Snow, himself, was on top of me trying to stab me. And surprisingly, he was strong. But I was stronger. I twisted his arm, hearing a satisfying snap of the bones. He howled out in pain and before I knew it, a gunshot sounded.
I opened all of the doors, except for one. Someone was probably in there, praying that I wouldn't open the door. But I would and then, whoever it was, would be caught. I took a deep breath before kicking the door open. To my surprise, there was no one in here.
Miles came up behind me. "Did you find something?"
"No," I said. "But I did find an open window. Let's get out there."
Miles spoke into the headset. "Cato, do you see anything out there? I think there's someone out there."
Before we got a response, we heard a gunshot. Shit! I thought before I ran off of the train, looking for the source of the gunshot. I looked both ways before we saw two bodies lying on the ground near the water. From the roof of the train, Cato jumped to the ground. The three of us ran toward the bodies.
"Snow was on top of him," huffed Cato, "so I shot him. I just hope I didn't get Finnick by mistake."
"Finnick!" shouted Miles, as we approached him.
"I'm alive," he said, sitting up. He held on to his arm, which was bleeding a bit. Snow lay at his side, unmoving. I didn't trust him, so I kicked him as hard as I could. As expected, he didn't move.
"Is he dead?" asked Finnick, finally standing up.
"I don't know," said Cato, bending down. Miles knelt next to him, both looking for the bullet wound. They rolled his body over and found the bullet wound near his heart.
"You missed," pointed out Finnick.
"Hey!" he said, pointing a finger at Finnick. "I was under a lot of pressure. Be grateful it wasn't you."
Finnick laughed. "Well if you would've shot sooner, I wouldn't have this injury," he shot back, referring to his arm.
"Come here," I said, taking out the first aid kit. "I have some gauze. That ought to keep it from getting infected. Wouldn't want to have to cut it off, would we?"
Finnick held his arm protectively. "Would that make me less beautiful?"
"Hey," I said. "What was that?"
"I don't know," said Katniss. We both looked out of the window to find that Johanna and Miles were all running toward the two bodies that lay on the ground. One of them, I knew, was Snow's. The other had to be Finnick's.
"Should we see if they need help?" I asked, looking at Katniss. But Katniss wasn't looking anymore. She was looking through the other window. "What do you see?"
"Someone is running toward the woods. I think that he might've come off of the train."
"We can't let him get away," I told her. She nodded.
I told the pilot to get closer to the ground and to follow the man, whoever he was. Katniss got her sheath of arrows ready, knowing what she had to do. I wished that I could do something more, but I wasn't trained for this. Neither of us were, but Katniss was a good shot. What was I? Sure, I was pretty strong but strength wasn't needed right now.
I just wished that I didn't feel so useless. I felt like I was just taking up space sometimes. Katniss started going down the ladder. "Hey," I called.
"Yeah?" she asked, looking up at me with those grey eyes that I loved so much.
I smiled. "Don't miss." She returned my smile and continued down the ladder.
"They're on their way," I said aloud. "They should be here in a few minutes."
"Great," said Cato, sitting on the grass. "Does that mean that the Phase is over?"
"It better be," said Miles, sitting next to him. "I'm exhausted . . . mentally, physically, and emotionally."
"Coin said not to kill Snow," I added, realizing that I'd forgotten to mention that. "She said that she wants to do a public execution."
"I don't even care anymore," said Johanna. "I just want to live my life again."
Peeta's voice filled my ear a moment later. "We got the traitor. He says his name is Gleam."
"Gleam, huh?" I said.
Cato glanced up at me. "Gleam?" he questioned, getting angry. "It's Glimmer's ex. He was on Snow's side the entire time! I'll kill him!"
"We'll decide what to do with him when we get back to District 13," said Miles, rolling his eyes before pulling Cato back down as he made an attempt to get up from the grass. "Don't do something you'll regret."
Cato rolled his eyes and looked up at the sky. The hovercraft was coming and preparing for landing. The helicopter that held Katniss, Peeta, and the traitor landed in the grass about fifty feet away. Peeta and Katniss came out, each holding one of the traitor's arms.
Cato was glaring murderously. If Miles hadn't said something, I wouldn't be surprised if Cato went over there and snapped his neck. Cato and Miles rose and all of us started walking toward the hovercraft that had just made its landing. Haymitch hurried off, along with President Coin. They were followed by a group of guards, who jogged over to Gleam with handcuffs.
Katniss and Peeta let him go, allowing the guards to get him on the airship themselves, and headed onto the hovercraft. Some more guards came off of the airship with a stretcher for Snow. I followed the others onto the hovercraft, glad that it was all over.
We captured Snow. We knew who the traitor was. We were free from Snow's reign. He was going to die soon enough. We could live our lives now, without being suppressed by a cruel and uncaring government. We were free, finally able to live as we wanted.
I couldn't wait to get back to Annie. She was probably so worried. I just wanted to be with her. I loved her so much. She was safe. I knew that everything would be all right. It had to be. This was the beginning of our lives. This was it. And I could hardly wait.