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it could have been easily lost in the subsequent explosions.
The shattered remains of the thief removed by hovercraft.
They retire to the far side of the lake to allow the Gamemakers
to retrieve the body of the boy from District 3. And they wait.
I suppose a cannon goes off. A hovercraft appears and takes
the dead boy. The sun dips below the horizon. Night falls. Up
in the sky, I see the seal and know the anthem must have begun.
A moment of darkness. They show the boy from District
3. They show the boy from District 10, who must have died
this morning. Then the seal reappears. So, now they know.
The bomber survived. In the seal’s light, I can see Cato and the
girl from District 2 put on their night-vision glasses. The boy
from District 1 ignites a tree branch for a torch, illuminating
the grim determination on all their faces. The Careers stride
back into the woods to hunt.
The dizziness has subsided and while my left ear is still
deafened, I can hear a ringing in my right, which seems a good
sign. There’s no point in leaving my hiding place, though. I’m
about as safe as I can be, here at the crime scene. They probably
think the bomber has a two- or three-hour lead on them.
Still it’s a long time before I risk moving.
The first thing I do is dig out my own glasses and put them
on, which relaxes me a little, to have at least one of my hunter’s
senses working. I drink some water and wash the blood
from my ear. Fearing the smell of meat will draw unwanted
predators — fresh blood is bad enough — I make a good meal
out of the greens and roots and berries Rue and I gathered today.
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