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“Breakfast,” says Rue. She holds them out revealing two big
eggs.
“What kind are those?” I ask.
“Not sure. There’s a marshy area over that way. Some kind
of waterbird,” she says.
It’d be nice to cook them, but neither of us wants to risk a
fire. My guess is the tribute who died today was a victim of the
Careers, which means they’ve recovered enough to be back in
the Games. We each suck out the insides of an egg, eat a rabbit
leg and some berries. It’s a good breakfast anywhere.
“Ready to do it?” I say, pulling on my pack.
“Do what?” says Rue, but by the way she bounces up, you
can tell she’s up for whatever I propose.
“Today we take out the Careers’ food,” I say.
“Really? How?” You can see the glint of excitement in her
eyes. In this way, she’s exactly the opposite of Prim for whom
adventures are an ordeal.
“No idea. Come on, we’ll figure out a plan while we hunt,” I
say.
We don’t get much hunting done though because I’m too
busy getting every scrap of information I can out of Rue about
the Careers’ base. She’s only been in to spy on them briefly,
but she’s observant. They have set up their camp beside the
lake. Their supply stash is about thirty yards away. During the
day, they’ve been leaving another tribute, the boy from District
3, to watch over the supplies.
“The boy from District Three?” I ask. “He’s working with
them?”
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