Another Rescue Mission

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We spent the rest of the day distributing the uniforms that we'd stolen to the district, giving everyone the instructions that they were to wear the uniforms on the day of the reaping in less than a weeks time. Then as evening fell we set off towards the justice building. A small crowd had already gathered, that could only mean one thing, the punishments had begun. Gregory was being whipped on the same post that Arnold had been. His head was resting on his shoulder and his eyes were closed but I was sure that he was still conscious.

"Yazzie," Riza hissed, I turned to look at her and she pointed to the edge of the building, "look!" There were several people lined up against the wall, all of them had their hands tied together. In the middle of the of the line stood Comley. Riza began to walk over to the line and I followed. Amirita was already standing by the building.

"Pst, Comely," Amirita cried. He looked over at us but at first he didn't recognise us (we'd put our custom back on) but then his eyes widen in shock and we knew that he knew who we were,

"What are you doing?" He hissed,

"Finding you," Amirita hissed back,

"Yes, well, you've done that now so what are you going to do?" Comley snapped. There was a thud as Gregory's now unconscious body fell to the ground. A peace keeper grabbed the person next to Comley and dragged him over to the whipping post,

"No, we hadn't got that far in the plan," Muttered Amirita, "What do you say we do?"

"Amirita," Riza said, "I'm going to take Gregory to Muffie's," Amirita nodded vaguely.

"You can't do anything," Comley said,

"What!?!" Amirita almost yelled, "yes we can, we can rescue you!" Comley shuck his head,

"But you mustn't, if you rescue me they'll hunt me down and punish me and that punishment will be even worse than this! No Amirita, don't rescue me please, just take me to Muffie's when the capitol have finished with me," I could see the desperation in Comley's eyes,

"Ok," Amirita sighed. The capitol man grabbed hold of Comley and dragged him off to be punished.

"I don't want to look," I squeaked. Amirita gave me a strange look, “Why don’t you go and tend to him then,” she said, pointing at the boy lying on the floor. I nodded and ran over to him. I looked at the boy. I didn’t recognise him, he looked small and light so I grabbed him and pulled him up. I took one last look at Comley who was now hanging from the post then started to drag the boy to Muffie’s. I knew that Amirita would follow with Comley on just a few minutes. For saying that the boy looked light my knees still buckled under his weight because of this it took me twice as long, maybe even three times as long, to get to Muffie’s as it usually does. Muffie’s wasn’t as busy as when we delivered Louien and Arnold but it was still swarming with people. I found Muffie and gave the boy’s body over.

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