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onset of the Games. A canopy of netting that, aside from discouraging
birds, seems to be useless shelters the pyramid itself.
The whole setup is completely perplexing. The distance, the
netting, and the presence of the boy from District 3. One
thing’s for sure, destroying those supplies is not going to be as
simple as it looks. Some other factor is at play here, and I’d
better stay put until I figure out what it is. My guess is the pyramid
is booby-trapped in some manner. I think of concealed
pits, descending nets, a thread that when broken sends a poisonous
dart into your heart. Really, the possibilities are endless.
While I am mulling over my options, I hear Cato shout out.
He’s pointing up to the woods, far beyond me, and without
turning I know that Rue must have set the first campfire. We’d
made sure to gather enough green wood to make the smoke
noticeable. The Careers begin to arm themselves at once.
An argument breaks out. It’s loud enough for me to hear
that it concerns whether or not the boy from District 3 should
stay or accompany them.
“He’s coming. We need him in the woods, and his job’s done
here anyway. No one can touch those supplies,” says Cato.
“What about Lover Boy?” says the boy from District 1.
“I keep telling you, forget about him. I know where I cut
him. It’s a miracle he hasn’t bled to death yet. At any rate, he’s
in no shape to raid us,” says Cato.
So Peeta is out there in the woods, wounded badly. But I am
still in the dark on what motivated him to betray the Careers.
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