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So
,
I
'm
right
about
the
booby
trap
,
but
it
's
clearly
more
complex
than
I
had
imagined
.
I
was
right
about
the
girl
,
too
.
How
wily
is
she
to
have
discovered
this
path
into
the
food
and
to
be
able
to
replicate
it
so
neatly
?
She
fills
her
pack
,
taking
a
few
items
from
a
variety
of
containers
,
crackers
from
a
crate
,
a
handful
of
apples
from
a
burlap
sack
that
hangs
suspended
from
a
rope
off
the
side
of
a
bin
.
But
only
a
handful
from
each
,
not
enough
to
tip
off
that
the
food
is
missing
.
Not
enough
to
cause
suspicion
.
And
then
she
's
doing
her
odd
little
dance
back
out
of
the
circle
and
scampering
into
the
woods
again
,
safe
and
sound
.
I
realize
I
'm
grinding
my
teeth
in
frustration
.
Foxface
has
confirmed
what
I
'd
already
guessed
.
But
what
sort
of
trap
have
they
laid
that
requires
such
dexterity
?
Has
so
many
trigger
points
?
Why
did
she
squeal
so
as
her
hands
made
contact
with
the
earth
?
You
'd
have
thought
.
and
slowly
it
begins
to
dawn
on
me
.
you
'd
have
thought
the
very
ground
was
going
to
explode
.
"
It
's
mined
,
"
I
whisper
.
That
explains
everything
.
The
Careers
'
willingness
to
leave
their
supplies
,
Foxface
's
reaction
,
the
involvement
of
the
boy
from
District
3
,
where
they
have
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
ca
n'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
does
n'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
about
thirty
rocks
in
there
at
once
,
setting
off
a
big
chain
reaction
,
demolishing
the
whole
lot
.
I
glance
back
up
at
the
woods
.
The
smoke
from
Rue
's
second
fire
is
wafting
toward
the
sky
.
By
now
,
the
Careers
have
probably
begun
to
suspect
some
sort
of
trick
.
Time
is
running
out
There
is
a
solution
to
this
,
I
know
there
is
,
if
I
can
only
focus
hard
enough
.
I
stare
at
the
pyramid
,
the
bins
,
the
crates
,
too
heavy
to
topple
over
with
an
arrow
.
Maybe
one
contains
cooking
oil
,
and
the
burning
arrow
idea
is
reviving
when
I
realize
I
could
end
up
losing
all
twelve
of
my
arrows
and
not
get
a
direct
hit
on
an
oil
bin
,
since
I
'd
just
be
guessing
.
I
'm
genuinely
thinking
of
trying
to
re-create
Foxface
's
trip
up
to
the
pyramid
in
hopes
of
finding
a
new
means
of
destruction
when
my
eyes
light
on
the
burlap
bag
of
apples
.
I
could
sever
the
rope
in
one
shot
,
did
n't
I
do
as
much
in
the
Training
Center
?
It
's
a
big
bag
,
but
it
still
might
only
be
good
for
one
explosion
.
If
only
I
could
free
the
apples
themselves
.
I
know
what
to
do
.
I
move
into
range
and
give
myself
three
arrows
to
get
the
job
done
.
I
place
my
feet
carefully
,
block
out
the
rest
of
the
world
as
I
take
meticulous
aim
,
The
first
arrow
tears
through
the
side
of
the
bag
near
the
top
,
leaving
a
split
in
the
burlap
.
The
second
widens
it
to
a
gaping
hole
.
I
can
see
the
first
apple
teetering
when
I
let
the
third
arrow
go
,
catching
the
torn
flap
of
burlap
and
ripping
it
from
the
bag
.
