A favour first…

Katniss nods slowly, considering Sampson's words. “A distraction… alright, I can work with that,” she says, “But I need to make one stop first. There's something I have to do in District 7.”

She eyes Sampson warily, still not fully trusting his motives. “And just so we're clear - if this turns out to be a trap or a setup, I will make good on my threat. I didn't survive this long by being stupid.”

“You can trust me…” he says.

Katniss turns and starts gathering her gear, her movements efficient and purposeful. “Meet me at the rendezvous point in two days. Come alone, and don't try anything funny. I'll be watching.”

With that, she strides out of the room, her bow clutched tightly in her hands. As she navigates the dimly lit corridors of the bunker, her mind races with plans and contingencies.

District 7. Gale had mentioned something about a secret weapon there, something that could turn the tide of the war. She needs to investigate, to see if it's worth the risk. But even as she focuses on the task at hand, Katniss can't shake the uneasy feeling in her gut. Sampson is an unknown variable, and she knows all too well how dangerous those can be.

Still, if there's even a chance that his plan could work, that she could finally put an end to Snow and the Capitol's rule... she has to take it. For Prim, for Gale, for everyone she's lost along the way.

Katniss's steps echo in the empty hallway as she makes her way to the armory. Whatever comes next, she'll be ready. The Mockingjay always flies, no matter the storm.