The Flares

With stealth and caution, the weapons were transported to the underground tunnels of District 12. The most skilled and agile rebels were tasked with carrying them, trying to avoid any unwanted attention. Each step was precise and silent, aware of the importance of their mission.

Inside the tunnels, the metallic gleam of the weapons contrasted with the surrounding darkness. It was as if hope and determination were locked within each rifle, bow, and Kusarigama resting there. The rebels, with tense yet resolute faces, meticulously inspected each weapon to ensure proper functioning.

Some rebels, inexperienced in handling firearms, held their rifles with trembling hands. They knew that in the crucial moment, they would only need to pull the trigger and trust that the bullets would leave the barrel in defense of their cause. Self-confidence and trust in their comrades were their greatest strength at that moment.

Others had chosen bows, emulating the skill and precision of ancient archers. As they tightened the strings and prepared the arrows, concentration etched onto their faces. With each shot, they aimed not only to eliminate the enemy but also to send a message of resistance and bravery.

A select group of rebels had opted for the Kusarigamas, lethal weapons that combined skill with chains and razor-sharp blades. They spun and wielded these weapons with mastery, as if they were an extension of their own bodies. The agility and precision in their movements were impressive, ready to face any adversary that stood in their way.

Armed in different ways but united by a common purpose, they patiently awaited the right moment to act. The night would be their ally, shrouding them in its dark cloak as they plunged into battle. At that instant, each of them would be a warrior of freedom, willing to give everything for a better future.

With each weapon strategically placed and their hands gripping them firmly, the rebels knew they were prepared. Tension and excitement mingled in the air, creating an atmosphere charged with energy and determination. They knew the time for action was approaching, and they were ready to face any challenges that arose on their path to victory.

Launching the attack at night was the most advantageous strategy for the rebels. The shadows of darkness provided them with natural cover, making it difficult for enemy forces to detect their movements. The lack of light allowed them to move stealthily and take strategic positions without raising suspicion.

One of the main advantages of the night was the opportunity to use special tunnels to evacuate children and women to the forest, where assistance from District 13 was expected. These secret tunnels provided a safe and discreet route for the most vulnerable to escape without being detected by the Capitol. It was a demonstration of the care and consideration the rebels had for the protection of their loved ones.

The plan designed by Jacob, meticulously laid out, had proven convincing to all the rebels. His strategy included coordinating the attack during the night, taking advantage of the element of surprise and the reduced activity of enemy forces. The right moment to unleash the offensive was crucial, and everyone trusted Jacob's experience and leadership to determine the exact timing for action.

And how would they know this? Quite simply, Jacob would first contact District 12 through their secret communication channel. After that, the lights throughout the Capitol would go out, and the aerodesliders above District 12 would be controlled by Jacob's assistant, signaling the start of the attack.

In addition to tactical advantages, the night offered a safer environment for the mobilization of rebel forces. With less activity in the streets and reduced surveillance by the Capitol, it was more difficult to be detected or followed. This decrease in enemy forces' presence provided them with a valuable opportunity to position themselves strategically and carry out their attack plan without interruptions.

With each step they took in the planning and preparation of the nighttime battle, the rebels felt more confident in their ability to defy the Capitol. They knew that the success of their cause depended on their ability to seize every advantage the night provided. With a carefully crafted plan and courage, they prepared to launch into action in the darkness, trusting that their bravery and unity would be their greatest allies in this fight for freedom.

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Hunger Games Arena.

Central area of the arena.

At this moment, Jacob sat at the edge of the water in the arena, watching as it stirred. It's hard to believe that the time had come; after all, he never thought he would survive past the first games, but life had a new plan for him now.

Finnick, who was beside him, murmured as he lit a fire, "I never thought I would participate in new games. It's been a long journey since I was a victor, but we're finally about to do it. The night belongs to us."

This time, Jacob's intelligent assistant did not interfere in their communications, revealing his actions during the night but leaving many doubts in between.

What did Finnick mean? It was evident that no one knew, but everyone discovered that Jacob's team seemed to be well-informed.

Johanna sat down by the fire. She couldn't wait to show those Capitolians what they were made of. All their expressions would be worth seeing.

Katniss, who didn't quite understand Jacob's strategy, sat next to him and asked, "Are you nervous?"

"A little, but also excited. I'm about to make sure I fight properly for a better future, to ensure that no one else has to suffer what we've suffered," Jacob said with a serious look.

"What are you talking about?" Katniss asked.

"Listen, Katniss." Jacob took her hands and whispered, "You have a unique charm, so you just have to make them keep fighting, you shouldn't get involved in what's to come."

"Jacob, what do you mean?" Katniss became increasingly frightened.

Jacob stood up from where he was with Katniss, approached the group gathered around the fire, and said, "You must remember that this fight is not just about us. We have a responsibility to think about the well-being of everyone, even when our emotions push us in different directions."

"We just have to wait..." Jacob murmured as he looked at the sky when suddenly a silver parachute fell in his direction.

Inside the parachute was a note and a flare gun.

Katniss approached and asked, "What does the note say?"

"It's time to begin. Ignite the flares when you're ready."

It seems that the moment has arrived!

"Yes, there's no turning back," Finnick said with a confident smile.

Johanna walked toward Jacob, took the flare, and shot it into the sky. That flare illuminated the increasingly dark surroundings, and numerous participants emerged from the bushes and trees.

Katniss raised her bow, but a large hand stopped her. She looked at Jacob and said, "It's time to rebel... It's time to challenge the Capitol and reclaim our freedom."

The rebels rose, flares in hand, and simultaneously ignited them, illuminating the night with their signal of rebellion. In that moment, the air became charged with tension and excitement, knowing they were about to unleash a revolution that would change the course of Panem forever.

"Listen, everyone, the time has come for all of you to rise and claim your freedom. The time has come to overthrow the Capitol that has been torturing us, abusing our freedom, and taking what is ours for dozens of years!"

"Fight, bleed, and die for a new dawn!"

As if Jacob's words had power, the entire Capitol momentarily fell into darkness. The light, manipulated by Jacob's intelligent assistant, turned off most of the areas in the Capitol, giving them time to begin.