An unexpected visitor

Jacob woke up early in the morning, before the sun rose on the horizon. The fresh and silent air enveloped District Twelve as he walked through the streets with a calm and slow pace. As he advanced, the gaze of every person he encountered rested on him, filled with hidden respect and admiration. From the young to the elderly, everyone knew Jacob and knew that he was someone to trust.

For months of arduous effort, Jacob had worked tirelessly to carefully select certain people in District Twelve. He had identified those who showed a willingness to fight for freedom and who were willing to join his cause. He had established a network of loyalty and trust, bringing together people of different ages and experiences toward a common goal.

Now, the entire District Twelve was united and waiting for the right moment. There was a palpable sense of camaraderie and determination in the air. Everyone knew that the time to act was approaching, but they also understood the importance of waiting for Jacob's signal. He was their leader, their guide, and everyone trusted his judgment and wisdom.

The quiet Sunday faded as Jacob walked through the district, observing his people with pride and gratitude for the trust they had placed in him. The dedication and effort of each person were reflected in their looks and their willingness to fight for a better future.

Although tension and anticipation filled the air, Jacob knew he had to be patient. He had meticulously planned each step, each strategic move. He understood that the moment of attack had to be precise and coordinated to maximize the chances of success.

As he walked the familiar streets of his home, Jacob reflected on everything they had achieved so far. He remembered the obstacles overcome, the alliances forged, and the promises made. Each step had been necessary to reach this point, to unite District Twelve and prepare it for the impending battle.

The dawn finally began to tint the sky with warm hues, illuminating his path as he headed back to his home. He knew the responsibility he carried on his shoulders was overwhelming, but he also knew he was not alone. He had his people by his side, ready to follow him to the end.

Once inside his home, Jacob paused for a moment in front of the door, gratefully observing the district that was about to be liberated. He knew the moment to give the order was approaching, and he was prepared to lead his people toward freedom.

With a deep sigh and a determined look in his eyes, Jacob crossed the threshold of his house. He was ready to assume the role that was rightfully his as a leader, to guide his district toward a better and fairer future. He just needed to wait for the right moment, the moment when everyone was ready to come together and fight for their freedom.

...

A few days ago, deep in the forest, away from the tunnel exit they had dug with great effort, there were at least fifty people who were the guides responsible for relaying Jacob's orders.

Jacob gathered with his people, assembled in a safe place away from the watchful eye of the Capitol. He spoke to them with seriousness and bluntness, aware that time was pressing and the enemy was alert.

"The Capitol is not oblivious to our activities," Jacob, his firm and confident voice resonating in the room, explained. "They know that the voices of resistance are rising in every district. Not just District Twelve, but all the others. Do not underestimate their ability to listen, observe, and take action accordingly to our actions."

His words echoed in the tense silence of the room. The faces of his followers reflected a mix of concern and determination. They knew that the Capitol would not take lightly any threat to their absolute control.

"That's why we must be cunning and strategic in our actions," Jacob continued. "The upcoming Victory Tour gives us a unique opportunity. We will seize that moment to connect with the people of each district, those who expect us to speak of bravery, rebellion, and hope."

There was a murmur of understanding in the room. Jacob's followers knew they needed to maintain appearances, play the Capitol's game while secretly weaving the resistance network.

"In public, we will deliver the speeches that the Capitol wants to hear," Jacob said, his voice now filled with cunning. "But in secret, we will meet with special individuals, those who are faithful to our cause, those who are willing to fight and risk everything for freedom."

The room filled with determined gazes and resolve. They knew the path wouldn't be easy, that they had to be cautious and patient. But they also knew it was their time to act, to seize any opportunity that came their way.

"Remember!" Jacob concluded with a piercing look. "Our ultimate goal is to liberate all the districts, but to achieve that, we must be smart, united, and strategic. Let's keep our intentions hidden, move forward, and be ready to act when the time comes."

The room fell into a resolute silence, yet filled with determination. Jacob had laid out the plan, provided the direction, and now it was up to them to execute it with precision and bravery. They were ready to challenge the Capitol at their own game, trusting their leader and the power of their unity. Together, they would fight for a future where oppression and fear were replaced by freedom and hope.

...

"When the time comes..." Jacob was eternally grateful to the people of this district.

As he had heard from Haymitch, the people had come together to help Katniss, and the money being raised was made by the people of the Hob, where Katniss sold illegal items, effectively creating a black market. The Hob had initially raised the money to sponsor Katniss, and every bit had been enough to pay for a sponsorship, the exorbitant sum of money had saved Jacob's life when they sent those antidotes, which eventually helped Katniss.

Although Jacob owed nothing to anyone by winning the Games due to the rewards they received, he used most of his fortune to pay them all back and have them use that money wisely for future operations.

Jacob then looked at Katniss and Gale in the distance, a slight smile forming on his face, and after shaking his head, he returned to his mansion. He needed to be ready by noon, so he would now take a fresh shower and rely on Portia, his stylist, for assistance.

"It seems they haven't arrived yet; this is a problem..."

"Mr. Barber, you have a visitor."

But before a white figure emerged from the kitchen, Jacob had already received the report from his intelligent assistant, so he immediately rushed over and grabbed that figure by the neck while holding the weapon with the other hand.

Jacob, prepared to eliminate his enemy, who was a peacekeeper, looked around, where another agent aimed a weapon at him.

"Had they discovered him?"

"Jacob, you're as alert as you were in the Games, can we have a conversation?" asked an old and gravelly voice, coming from the study.

"President Snow..." Jacob murmured quietly, releasing the peacekeeper and walking toward that room.