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Possibilities and Probabilities - Part Three

Over half of the people in the Capitol were lost. They had very little left now, and while he could care less about the lives, he cared more about the numbers. And the numbers were running low. In everything. Peacekeepers, Hovercrafts, citizens, districts, food.

Ugh. That was all he could think. Ugh. If he heard one more body count, he was going to maim the person saying it. Thankfully, the outskirts of the Capitol hadn't been too damaged, so that's where he moved people. More towards the mountains though, in case there was another one. He had to take precautions, for the probability that it was to happen again was quite high. He certainly wouldn't rule it out.

He was standing over a holographic map of the capitol, freshly scanned with buildings that had fallen, roads that were blocked, and whole sections that were destroyed being crossed off in a big red 'X', when a Peacekeeper knocked on the doorpost.

"What do you want," Theodore asked, obviously annoyed.

"News, sir. About the Hovercrafts and.. the bunker missiles."

Theodore turned around to face the Peacekeeper to search her face for what made her tentative about saying the missiles. "Get on with it, soldier."

"We can't get the bunker missiles out. The rebels have the the mountain surrounded. We can't get any Hovercrafts out without the rebels blowing them out of the air."

This only made Theodore mad, and the soldier could see that for her stone expression faltered a little and suddenly she felt the need to apologize. "So why not keep them out of the air long enough for us to get out."

"We've tried, sir. We've tried everything--"

"Everything?"

"..Yes. Everything. In the books, what we've thought about-- every way possible, sacrificing one Hovercraft after the other. No way out."

That only confirmed that all possibility of the Capitol winning the war was lost. But they would keep fighting. He would keep the soldiers fighting. If they were going to lose this damn war, he was going to make the rebels pay by killing their people. In fact, now that he thought about it, perhaps bombing the Capitol wasn't so bad after all. It was less people they could turn.

"Hm. Well. Thank you for the information. You're dismissed, soldier."

But she didn't leave. She had one more question. "..Sir?"

"What is it now?"

"How-- ..What now?"

Theodore scoffed. "We fight. We give them hell. We make them pay in the worst way possible."

"Understood." She nodded and turned without a goodbye.

There was an extremely limited number of Hovercrafts under the Capitol's control, now. Some of which, he knew he should be taking to get the President and himself and the rest of her cabinet out of Panem and into a bunker because if he didn't, they'd be sentenced to death or something worse like being confined to a cell for the rest of their remaining days. With a heavy sigh, he turned back around to the map and placed both hands on the table it was being projected from. There was only so much that could make Theodore snap. Today, he found out what was one of them.

#os #possibilities and probabilities

robertseanleonard

"Man down, man down."

#oh #cries #album #brother dear #the victor

alectrona-hannigan

Maybe just a little.

theodoresiora-archive

Wonderful. I'll let you know when the time has come, Miss Hannigan.

#c;alectrona

watqsn-deactivated20160622

And the people bitching about it are clearly alive.

Yeah, well, they’ll survive.

theodoresiora-archive

Indeed they will. I don't suppose you'd want to take part in what we have planned for those we capture next.

#c;alectrona

alectrona-hannigan

Sounds like a fun time to me, I donno why everyone’s bitching.

theodoresiora-archive

We've lost a good amount of people. Innocent people. That he certainly didn't care about. It's shaken up the people.

#xD #c;alectrona

alectrona-hannigan

Yeah, well, they’re still all probably going to die for it, soo..

theodoresiora-archive

Not all. We have to leave some alive to torture.

#c;alectrona

Possibilities and Probabilities - Part Two

The war was never going to be won by the Capitol. Theodore knew it, and he knew that Alaric did as well. Had he ever told Savera? No. He didn't dare tell her. He didn't dare tell anyone. He'd rather live out his life in peace rather than having the President of Panem yelling at you to change the path they were already on (Which was something he simply could not do.)

He wonders if his brother ever told whoever was in charge in Thirteen. Why bother, though? Why spoil the fun for everyone else? As much as Alaric has changed, Theodore knows that he wouldn't dare tell anyone. He knows his brother like the back of his hand.

Alas, it was yet another peaceful night in the center most part of the Capitol that left Theodore sitting in the safety of his home. It was where they kept the people most important to them. And it was where he liked to play out the possibilities of how the Capitol would win the war in his own head, seeing which ones were successful and which ones would fail.

So far, only ten percent of the simulations played out in his head were successful. The other ninety percent were failures. What a drag to have to keep to oneself. The Capitol did only control five districts out of the eleven that were left. One, Two, Five, Eight, and Nine. They didn't even control Ten, which meant major food shortages within the Capitol. Those who couldn't afford it starved. Those who could, hoarded.

Huh. A starve out. It was a simulation Theodore had considered, but it was one of the most unclear ones-- which just made it annoying. It could work, it could not work. With a huff, Theodore stood from where he sat in front of the fire place and moved to the window. He'd almost forgotten what peace was like, as each night was filled with gun shots. His army and the pods were still successfully keeping the rebels out of the most center parts of the city. But how long would that last?

Not very long, apparently, for Theodore felt his home shake. Earthquake? He wondered. No. No, they'd successfully built the buildings to withstand and move with earthquakes, so as to not feel them ever if they happened. No, this was something else. Something far more worrisome. Immediately after he felt it, one of his guards burst into his room, breathless.

"They're bombing us! They've got napalm bombs dropping all around--"

The floor shook again, the chandelier in the living room clinking together.

"Ready the anti-aircraft weapons-- NOW!" Theodore yelled, pushing past him as the floor shook, still.

As he burst into the council room, everyone was running about, yelling this and that. Video of the Capitol on fire was on every single screen. He slammed his fist onto the table in the center, scaring everyone silent. Then he took a deep breath and composed himself, running a hand through his hair. "Evacuate. Everyone. Savera and people of position first. The victors. The ones we've taken from Thirteen. Take them into the Mountains. Once we--"

A bomb hit close to where they were at, the floor shaking violently and knocking out the power. Within seconds, the backup power was running, and he continued.

"--Once we deem the Capitol safe again, we'll bring them back. Keep whatever soldiers we have here and take out some from Two to protect our assets. We will not lose them if I have a say in it. And prepare more hovercrafts to bomb Thirteen. If they want to play dirty then we'll play dirty."

With that, Theodore turned around and exited the room, making his way to the roof.

"We have a hovercraft waiting for you, sir," he heard someone say to him.

"No. I'm staying here."

"But sir, your safety--"

"Does not matter right now. What matters is getting the people we need out. Now go bloody do your job!"

The guard bowed his head and left him to the roof, where he watched buildings fall and fire billow up and rise into the sky. Napalm bombing at night. That was one scenario he hadn't thought of. The probability that this might be the turning point of the war was extremely high-- he could already see it playing out in his mind. For Thirteen, this just might just work.

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