“We take him in… And find out exactly what he knows.”

Silla raised an eyebrow at the rashness of his plan. It took days, if not weeks, to plan something extravagant as kidnapping for information, though it was not new information that the Resistance did so. Sage would do anything to keep their location and intel secret, even if it meant death. “Your evidence? Do you have any evidence for us to examine, Gale Hawthorne?” She said, drawing out the syllables of his name, a personal way for her to remember it. “How can I trust you if you haven’t been completely honest with me?” Drusilla said coldly. She was taught to stand her ground and not to trust anyone but Sage, even if they were part of the Resistance. Eyes and ears are everywhere, was what Sage consistently reminded her.

Gale relaxed his shoulders trying to disperse what little tension he could; Drusilla couldn't be much older than him, if at all. People like her fed off other's discomfort; she was a machine, a human lie detector, even Gale could see that: the Resistance was her life. Maybe if he didn't look so nervous and let it read all over his face she would believe him. He ignored her question of evidence; his plan was already swimming in a cesspit of lies; he needn't add to it. "I am being honest with you." He stated plainly, even attempting to sound a little hurt by her remark, "Why would I lie? What would I gain from this?" Everything. Gale served to gain everything if this went to plan; in all honesty what was there to lose if it went wrong? Katniss? He feared he had already lost. 

“And if he knows something, how do you plan to extract that information from him?”

She was close enough to feel his breath when she whispered, “You can’t lie to me. I’m the one who does the lying for the Resistance.” It was amusing to watch him squirm, and she didn’t care whether he was a lower rank or not. Every vital information that came through was important and to be taken seriously.

Gale could see her watching him, waiting for him to crack. He averted his eyes from her, keeping his face stern.  This was frustrating. She kept asking these useless questions. He knew it was a mistake to lie to her about being in intelligence, she might of even believed him if he told her the truth, but Gale couldn’t rely on might. He kept his stance fixed, remaining in a military pose as she circled around him.

“You can’t lie to me. I’m the one who does the lying for the Resistance.”

Gale swallowed, keeping his mouth shut. He could feel her breath on his neck as she whispered, every hair on his body standing on end. He couldn’t help feeling this was a mistake, he felt like he was the one being interrogated, forced to reveal his lies. But they weren’t lies. The statement circled around his mind, ensuring he believed it, but a cloud of doubt lay permanently surrounding the statement. He had no evidence, no solid proof of Peeta’s hand in Snow’s plans. He just had to find it.

“I work for the Capitol. I know what Snow knows”…”Peeta Mellark’ knows something. What’s the plan?”