At present, the blood rain was falling and they're on the beach below the monkey segment, far too close to the fog for my liking. Did the various attacks stay within the confines of the jungle? Not necessarily. The wave didn't. If the fog came out of the jungle, or the monkeys returned... While the others had collected their few belongings as I helped Wiress get up before getting my own supplies. "Midnight. It starts at midnight." I said about 12am to the rest of the group and confirming a memory that's struggled to surface in my brain. I saw a watch and it was resting in hand of the head Game maker, Plutarch Heavensbee.
"It starts at Midnight." Plutarch said as he gave me a clue about the arena. But why would he? At the time, I thought I was no more than a tribute than he was. Maybe he thought that it would help me as a mentor or had it been the plan all along. "One – thirty." Beetee said as Wiress nodded towards the blood rain. "Exactly. One – thirty. And at two, a horrifying poisonous fog begins there." I said as I am pointing at the nearby jungle where Mags died. "So we have to move somewhere safe now." Roy said about somewhere as Wiress smiled and stood up obediently. "Are you thirsty?" I asked Wiress as I handed her one of the woven bowls and Wiress gulped down around a litre of water. Finnick gave her last piece of bread and she nibbled on it while being able to communicate now and she was beginning to function again.
I checked my weapons and tied up the spile in the parachute and re-fixed it to my belt with the vine as Beetee was still out of it, but when Roy went to help him up and he objected. "Wire." He said as he insisted about the wire or Wiress herself. "She's right here." Roy said to him getting impatient. "Wiress is fine. She's coming, too." Peeta said confused but Beetee still struggled. "Wire." Beetee said again about it. "Oh, I know what he wants." Johanna said even more impatient than Roy. She crossed the beach and picked up the wire he had been cleaning earlier on. "It's a kind of wire. Worthless. I don't know why he need it's. What can you do with it?" Johanna said about the wire.
"He won his games with Wire. Setting up that electrical trap. It's the best weapon he could possibly have." Katniss said about his game as Roy narrowed his eyes at Johanna. "Seems like you'd figured that out. Since you nicknamed him volts and all." Roy said to Johanna who glared at him dangerously. "Yeah, that was stupid of me, wasn't it? I guess I've been a little distracted in keeping myself and these three alive. While you were... what, again? Hitting the force field, being weak and getting Mags killed off?" Johanna said to Roy as Finnick and I watched as Roy's hand twitched to his knife and trident. "Go ahead. Lover boy, I'll easily be able to kill you." Johanna said as we shared a glance as he handed Beetee the coil.
"Here's your wire, Volts. Watch where you plug it." Peeta said as he helped the now-unresisting Beetee with Finnick. "Where to?" Katniss asked Finnick and I about where we're going. "I'd like to go to the Cornucopia and watch. Just to make sure we're right about the clock." Finnick said about the cornucopia. It seemed as good as a plan as any and I agreed since I wanted to have a quick look over at the weapons left and there were seven of us. Even when you count Beetee and Wiress out there was five good fighters. It was so different from her both her previous games at this point, doing everything on her own. It was great to have allies as long as you ignore the fact that in the end you're going to kill them.
Beetee and Wiress would probably find some way to die on their own. If they had to run from something, how far would they get? Johanna, I realized she couldn't or maybe if it came down to protecting Roy she would. We were close friends but Johanna didn't have anything to live for. All I really needed was for someone to take out Finnick since I knew I couldn't kill him because he was my brother and he would have to be killed in battle. Because it was such a horrifying thing to think about, my mind began to frantically change the topic. But the only thing that distracted me was fantasizing about killing President Snow. Not very pretty and nice daydreams for a twenty-four-year–old girl but I wasn't an average person and I found it very satisfying. We walked down the nearest strip, approaching the Cornucopia with care, just in case the careers were hiding there.
