thecapitol | A rescue plot

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A rescue plot

Who| Ian and anyone involved in:
What| Plotting Ian G's rescue
Where| Around the tribute tower
When| Right after Ian G's plea (during the mini-arena)
Warnings/Notes| This is the IC plotting post. The OOC plotting is here, but you can still be involved even if you haven't volunteered there. Anyone who wants to speak to Ian directly about the rescue can do so here, and also speak to each other too. You don't have to participate in the IC plotting in order to go on the rescue.

Ian saw the plea on the televisions - it was hard not to, even though he wasn't particularly keen on watching people kill each other in another arena. It had made his blood run cold and for a minute all he could do was stand looking at the television with his mouth open, even though it was now showing commercials.

And then he swore. Which was not something he did often, but the situation definitely called for it. His small rebellion had got someone else into trouble, which was something he hadn't anticipated and definitely not something he'd wanted. He had to do something before they tortured Ian.

There was one clear course of action - rescue. They'd have taken Ian to the same place they'd taken him and he knew where that was. And the arena going on was a good distraction - he had to move fast. He went around the tribute tower looking for tools he could use as weapons, but wouldn't be spotted as weapons.

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"We'll decide that here, when they get here. That was why everyone was going their separate ways. The tower is not a safe place to talk about what we're doing. But there's a few of us. That girl Jessica. The scientist dude. Ian, obviously. We already had to talk him out of stupidly going himself. This way, at least, there's a chance."

Before they would inevitably get fucked up, of course.

"But we have to be inconspicuous. So, you know, we can putter around. Go on a see saw or some shit. It'll look even less awkward since I'm with you. I'm small enough to want to do this still."

"What's a see saw?" Eponine looked around at the play equipment in bewilderment. This was moving too fast for the poor girl to keep up. But then her eyes lighted on the swings, and she at least knew what they were and how to work them.

"Oh! Mighten we go on the swings?" She asked in childish delight. So much for Mindy being young enough to want to play.

When Eponine was settled, and rocking to and from slowly on her seat, she asked, "Jessica? The mentor? She wishes to help us?" Jessica was slowly creeping up in Eponine's humble opinion of her.

"It's this piece of wood people sit on the opposite ends of, and you take turns going up and down."

Apparently, Eponine had already found something that she liked. Not that Mindy minded: she had always liked the swings.

Mindy sat in one next to her, kicking her legs up and soaring a little higher. "Yeah. Surprising huh? I figure she'd be to busy primping herself or something."

Ian approached the swings cautiously, unsure whether Eponine was still angry at him. It wasn't as if he could refute anything she'd said. "I won't let them hurt him," he said, trying to look casual, leaning against the frame of the swings.

Eponine slowed to a stop.

"Sir, then you are too late. They will have already hurt him." She got off the swing so she could stand face to face with Ian.

"Don't you see? You know - do you remember I tried to run away when we went to District Three? Sir, I was made to travel home with the Peacekeepers, arrested, you know? In chains and the like - I did not sit or lie the whole time. And you know what they told me? They say, 'Eponine, you will die. And the ones you love will die.' And when we get back here, well, what they do to me is unimportant, Sir, but they hurt Madame Eva, and they have killed Monsieur Aunamee, and next it will be Ian because he is all I have left, and I can't stand it. I can't - Sir, I have been so good, you understand, so good. I have done as they wished. And now Ian shall be hurt because of you, and now perhaps for me as well, and Sir, I shan't forgive you. "

She spat at Ian's feet, and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. "Mademoiselle, what is it that we shall do? What is your plan?"

Mindy had her palm to her face. She didn't know what was more dumb: Ian talking to an obviously pissed off Eponine, who was definitely right that young Ian was being hurt, or Eponine for her stupid ass diatribe that was helping no one. Christ, when she had given Kick Ass his DESERVED guilt trip, she was at least brief about it. That was how you twisted the knife. Amateur.

"Right. So that happened. Moving on: first thing we need is all the people we have, right? So we can get an idea of what skills we have. Then, Ian, you can give us an idea of what we're facing. We have to start getting an idea of what we're going to be dealing with so we know what to bring. After that, we should decide when we're all gonna go, when to meet, so we're coordinated. Sound good?"

Ian had already been feeling guilty, but now he looked it too. He wanted to tell Eponine that he was sure Ian hadn't been hurt yet, but that was mainly because he was doing his best to believe it himself.

But Mindy was right - they should move on and deal with getting Ian out of this situation. Nothing he could say to Eponine was going to make much difference and he could hardly blame her for not forgiving him, because he was hard pressed to forgive himself.

"Let's go and speak to Carlos." He nodded his head in Carlos's direction. "I'll tell you all at once." And having more people around might make Eponine less inclined to tell him what she thought of him.

Don't count on it. Eponine was furious with Ian Sr. He had let her BEST FRIEND - the ONE person who had stuck by her through everything, for whom she had tried so hard to keep on her best behaviour - he's let him be taken away so that Eponine was left alone again. This was so personal, and if looks could kill, Ian Sr. would be dead.

Instead, she glared first at Mindy and then at Ian as each spoke, and she wondered briefly what sort of skills she had that could possibly help with getting Ian back. But when Ian indicated Carlos, Eponine looked across, and curtly nodded her assent.

Then she spat at Ian's feet and stalked off to Carlos.

Oh, not so easily, Eponine. Mindy kept speed with the girl, and turned to her.

"Stop acting like a bitch. It's not like he could have predicted what they would do for him not jumping around in their Arena. Now we have work to do, so knock that shit off. You're only pissed at Ian because you can'r be pissed at the Capitol. It's petty and misplaced."

God, did she hate even wasting time talking about it. But she wasn't the only one upset Ian was being tortured.

Carlos saw the girls walk up -- both of them looked rather young to be breaking the law in the Capitol, but then again, the boy on the screen had looked rather young to be in the situation he was in. And besides, wasn't one of them a Victor? Carlos didn't like it, but he held his tongue.

"So," he said, businesslike, "as far as I can tell, the plan so far is to storm the building directly using technology to circumvent security. But where is the building? Will getting to it be a problem?"

Ian took a deep breath and kept the conversation on the matter of the rescue. "It's an office building, the tallest." He purposely didn't look in that direction. "Anyone could go there without too much suspicion." Probably. If they could think up a good reason to be there. "I wasn't there for long enough to tell you much about the guard's shifts, but they have cells in the basement."

Eponine had pushed Mindy away, baring her Capitol-produced 'flipper' at the girl in an effort to make her back off. Eponine was done. She was done with people telling her how to behave. She listened impatiently to Carlos and Ian, glaring at both men as they spoke.

"Then we go now." Eponine was quite decisive. She looked without fear in the direction of the tall building. Let them see. She really didn't care any more. Maybe they'd kill her alongside Ian: she couldn't stand to lose yet another person to them whilst being left behind herself.

"Come. We'll lie to the guards and we shall rescue Ian. Where is Madame Jessica? We go now."

"WE DON'T go now," Mindy barked, clearly annoyed. "We need a little more to go on than that. What are we sporting to help us? Even if getting in is easy, staying hidden and getting where we have to isn't. Let's at least get this coordinated. We ought to know who can do what, to start."

Carlos barely told them anything, and it'd be pretty stupid to start making plans right in front of the building. That would look more suspicious than what they were doing right now.

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"I agree," said Carlos, businesslike. "Eponine, this operation will have an exponentially higher chance of success if we know how to use the devices that Ian's brought. We need to be careful, or else we'll all just be caught, too."

He shifted closer to his co-conspirators: if they were fairly close together and were discreet, they might be able to block the view of the cameras around them with their bodies.

"What do you have?" he asked Ian.

"Some tech to deal with electronic security." He pulled a few pieces out of his pockets and held them low, so they'd be less likely to be seen. "With these you can get past fingerprint and retinal scanners and such like. If you're caught or once you've got Ian and are out, press the button, drop the thing and it'll self destruct, so no one will ever know you had it."

"All right," Mindy said, looking satisfied. At least they had a place to start. For the moment she wasn't going to ask him where he got something like that: obviously Ian himself was ill equipped to handle such technology.

"So let's break this down then. We want to make sure that we know who's doing what, and we can distribute whatever accordingly. Someone's gotta have a diversion, someone's gotta hit the vents and get intel, and through that we can have the means to get down there and get Ian out. Any ideas?"

"I'll be a diversion," Ian said. "I can't go with you, they'll be watching me, so I'll lead them away and keep them occupied." It was probably best he didn't say too much in case they were captured. And then all bets would be off and he'd be going in all guns blazing. Just without actual guns.

"I can't use that." Eponine said flatly, staring at the devices. She hated admitting she didn't know something. "I do not understand what you said. But I can get in anywhere. I am silent. I am a pickpocket, no? I have been taught by the most feared gang in Paris. I shall find Ian and get him out."

Not the least because, despite everything, she wasn't sure if she trusted Mindy and Carlos to get Ian out without him getting hurt. And he couldn't get hurt.

"No, you don't. But I do. That's why I'm talking about this in the first place. So I'll lead, since there's going to be more there than just a bunch of guards and some sneaking. You stay close, if we need a pickpocket, you know what to do. Getting Ian out is probably not going to be a one person job."

When it got right down to it, considering the recent temper tantrum Mindy definitely did NOT trust Eponine to lead him out. The "most feared gang in Paris" hadn't had to deal with the tech they did now, nor was Mindy in particular without sneak skills herself.

"I can use them, too," said Carlos. "Well, we don't have time to come up with a better plan, and I certainly can't think of one. Come on, let's go, before we look any more suspicious than we already do."

He would take the tech from Ian, and he would go.

"All right," Ian said nodding. He passed over what he had to Carlos and Mindy. "I'll be creating a distraction so no one's watching you. Good luck." He looked at the others, a worried expression on his face, hoping they succeeded and wishing he could go himself without attracting attention.

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