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the factories, where they make televisions and automobiles
and explosives. But where did he get them? In the supplies?
That’s not the sort of weapon the Gamemakers usually provide,
given that they like to see the tributes draw blood personally.
I slip out of the bushes and cross to one of the round
metal plates that lifted the tributes into the arena. The ground
around it has been dug up and patted back down. The land
mines were disabled after the sixty seconds we stood on the
plates, but the boy from District 3 must have managed to reactivate
them. I’ve never seen anyone in the Games do that. I bet
it came as a shock even to the Gamemakers.
Well, hurray for the boy from District 3 for putting one over
on them, but what am I supposed to do now? Obviously, I can’t
go strolling into that mess without blowing myself sky-high.
As for sending in a burning arrow, that’s more laughable than
ever. The mines are set off by pressure. It doesn’t have to be a
lot, either. One year, a girl dropped her token, a small wooden
ball, while she was at her plate, and they literally had to
scrape bits of her off the ground.
My arm’s pretty good, I might be able to chuck some rocks
in there and set off what? Maybe one mine? That could start a
chain reaction. Or could it? Would the boy from District 3 have
placed the mines in such a way that a single mine would not
disturb the others? Thereby protecting the supplies but ensuring
the death of the invader. Even if I only blew up one mine,
I’d draw the Careers back down on me for sure. And anyway,
what am I thinking? There’s that net, clearly strung to deflect
any such attack. Besides, what I’d really need is to throw
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