break the chain --- liara & bellamy

[Tom]

Nothing's ever good enough for his desperation for answers.

Hours spent watching peacekeepers and trainers enter and exit the rooms of the training center around him. Notes written onto paper of times where a computer sits behind a closed door; unknowingly the target of his own desire to find answers in the capitol's system about his father. Bellamy Scott's quiet when he waits with unassuming eyes as he waits for the right moment; jaw clenched in determination with the smell of gunpowder and fire flowing through his system. Fingers trembling at his side as he avoids eye contact with a Keeper who walks out of the room across the way. A silence falls over him as his own heart beats out of his chest.

Lucas and Sierra weren't there to tell him to not risk it. A dumb idea for a desperate boy who wanted to find out what happened to his father. Hacking a computer wasn't easy, but he's done it multiple times at his father's work. Schematics for missiles and arena traps. Blueprints for weapon designs and aircraft improvements. He's gotten to it all without a Keeper noticing him. Cameras designed to keep an eye of anyone going in and out, but Bellamy's got an eye that's unmatched in Three. Details never go unnoticed when he's around. A blind spot in the cameras had been easy to find and when the computer screen glittered when the door swung open, he'd almost cheered.

Now, he's set his plan into motion. Break in, get the information, and get out as fast as possible. Feeling like one of the detectives from his worn novels given to him by Lucas, Bellamy's already set into motion dastardly sneaky plan of his own design. A trainer comes out of the room, walking past the door that swung hard in front of him, but not hitting him. Bellamy's foot catches the door as he quickly slips inside behind. Computer screen glowing to him as he starts moving on with his plan. Hacking into the Capitol system would take some time, but he could wait to succeed.

Normally, he'd have it done beforehand, but time wasn't on his side.

Apparently, neither was luck.

The door opens with ease as Bellamy jumps in fear.

"Sorry. I-I-I..."

[Cato]

I place the sword back on the rack after swinging it around halfheartedly for the last several minutes. I know how to fight, and I am confident in my ability to fight, but mostly being down here and even training is to continue studying and learning about the other tributes. Right now my eye is on the male tribute from district three. There's just something different about him. It's almost like he's sneaking around following the plan I laid out for myself of watching others. Observing is important, yet I know I can't over think anything.

I follow from a distance stopping and looking the other way when I think he might turn around and look at me, and I turn in time to see him enter a room. What is he doing in there? Many rooms exist in this building, and sometimes I want to explore them, but other times I'd rather take my chance of fighting in the hunger games so peacekeepers don't have to find me and brutally beat me before I'm sent off to my death.

I stand outside the door, and I wait a few minutes trying to figure out my best plan of action. I need to know what's going on in here. I take a step back, and I swing open the door, and I see him standing there, and he jumps, and he turns and looks at me, and he starts to talk, but he can't even speak. It's clear we aren't supposed to be in here, but when have I ever followed rules?

I turn as the door closes behind me, and I stand in front of him, and I cross my arms over my chest. I could turn him in, and make him less of a threat when we're thrown into the arena, or I could join him. "What are you up to?" I ask after looking around. We both know we'll get in trouble for being in here, but I'm sure I could find some favor if I'm the one turning him in.