The three men marched us outside to a small tram-like vehicle with the bright blue words PEACEKEEPERS on the front and side. The knot in my stomach only got tighter. I had lied to Heather and I had got her in trouble. What had she done to deserve what we would probably receive? The innocent little girl had nothing to do with the whole incident.

And yet, she would be dragged in and punished for something I had done.

The three men pushed us into the tram. On the inside it looked more like a prison cell. The skinny man drove, the fat man sat in the passenger's seat eating, and the muscly blonde sat with us. He seemed to be the leader of the three: he bossed the other two around and seemed to be in control.

There was silence in the tram. I tried to put my hand on Heather's shoulder, but she swatted it away before I could lay a finger on her.

"Don't even think about it, Odium Talloway!" she snapped, her eyes misty with tears. She hid her face in her hands and I heard crying.

"Yeesh, is she always like this?" whispered the Peacekeeper.

I shot him a glare and tried to ignore how tight my throat had become. I gulped hard as the man patted the woman.

"There there, babes. No need to cry so, I'm here," he said, pushing back his sweeping hair.

"Shut it," I growled. What a flirt!

He loaded his gun menacingly. "No, you shut it, or I'll do it for you," he snapped, once again fiddling with his hair admiringly.

Soon, we pulled up and the man thrust open the door. "After you, my lady," the Peacekeeper said to Heather, but she just roughly pushed me and the man through first.

"You weren't made for Peacekeeping, know that?" I said coolly, trying to think of a harsh burn. "You were made for being a low-life flirt. And that's what you are."

The Peacekeeper scowled and marched us into a building. My first impression was that it was big, very big. The three men took us to the foyer, where a smiling lady stood at a marble desk. The women had extremely long lime-green hair in ringlets and I could tell instantly she was from the Capitol.

"Hello love, how can I help?" she said in an annoyingly high voice.

"Uhh-" I couldn't find the words. "Well, I – we – "

The blonde Peacekeeper cut in. "They're robbers, sweetcake," he said, winking. "I need to see Eastchurch."

This man though, I thought to myself.

The lady blushed and batted her eyelids at the Peacekeeper. "Sure thing," she giggled. She handed him a key-card and pointed to a lift. "Just scan it on the buttons."

The Peacekeeper pouted ridiculously, gave another wink, and marched us over to a lift. The doors slid slowly shut- and we zipped upwards. My stomach lurched as we zoomed upwards.

"Hold on," said the skinny man, giving a flash of a mouth with few teeth, all stained yellow.

I had just enough time to grab on to the railings on the walls before we screeched to a stop. My feet left the ground and Heather gave a tiny scream. The thin man gave his gurgling goat laugh and we got out. Heather looked a very pale shade of green.

The Peacekeepers led us into a fancy marble-walled office furnished with one large desk. Behind the desk sat an incredibly mean-looking man. He had a bald head and a menacing face that was half-tattooed red with black lines and curls. I supposed it was the latest fashion in the Capitol, but still, it made me shudder.

The man looked at the blonde Peacekeeper. "Mister Pucey," he spat. "What brings you and your squad here?"

Pucey took the man's hand and shook it warmly. "Sergeant Eastchurch," he grinned, "I am here with the wanted criminals Mr. Odium Talloway and Miss Heather O'Stone. We found them in a hotel in District One. We searched the room, interrogated the faculty, but couldn't find anything to help us with the hunt. Still, we caught them both."

Eastchurch gave Pucey a nod, as if to congratulate him.

Then the skinny one piped up. "So, what are we to do with them?"

"Did I ask you to speak, Mordaunt?" thundered Eastchurch.

Mordaunt shook his head and mumbled an apologetic "No, sir". He took a step back.

"But a good thought," said Eastchurch, putting a hand to his chin.

Mordaunt looked as though Panem's prettiest woman had just kissed him full on the lips.

"What do you fancy of a public torturing, Talloway?" Eastchurch sneered.

I felt so angry, I spat at his desk. I heard the bearded man snigger behind me.

"You find this unhygienic beast funny, do you, Kirkby?" Eastchurch snarled.

Kirkby shook his head hurriedly and stepped back like Mordaunt.

"Didn't think so," he snapped. And he thought some more.

"Might I suggest a hanging, sir?" said Pucey meekly.

Eastchurch gave a horrible grin and nodded. "Yes, a hanging would be fitting. But first, an interrogation."