"Don't." Emery warned, taking another step forward. He kept eye contact with the leader. The blond broad man smirked, glancing around at the other careers.

"Why not?" Cato asked, raising his eyebrows and turning his head to the side slightly.

"I have an idea." he said and stood a little taller, gripping his machete tighter in his hand.

"I bet you do." Clove sneered but offered a smile as well.

"What if we take the bombs from the stands and makes mines around the food and equipment." Emery watched the large group's faces. They're buying it.

"How is that going to work?" Cato sighed and shifted on his feet, still banishing his knife, "You'd blow yourself up and all the stuff."

"I'm trained with using bombs," Emery said holding back an eye roll, "I'm from District 3, my father used and makes them for his job." Cato laughed

"What's in it for you?" he asked and shook his head, "after you've made the mines we no longer need you're assistance… and we'll just kill you then."

The fourteen year old tribute didn't like the way they joked about his death like it was no big deal. It was wrong, sickly wrong. Yet, he just wanted to prove to his father, watching back home, that he wasn't worthless. "Fine." He said and nodded curtly, following the group.

Emery could feel Cato's eyes follow his every move. He walked around the cornucopia, staking out the places where he'll bury the mines. The careers lie out and talk about forming a plan to kill the tributes that are left.

"I know where I cut him." Cato mutters from next to a snarling Clove. The boy couldn't help but smirk from behind the 'copia. The group had been waiting for the cannon all day, it still hasn't come. They've become restless.

Emery looked up to wipe his brow, and glanced towards the darkening woods. Through the darkened bush, movement. His first instinct was to call it out, to tell the others, but what if he was wrong.

He tried to return to his markings but snuck a peek again, this time he pretended to be looking at a spot ahead of him. He could clearly make out a shape. It was probably female, but it wasn't Katniss.

Emery couldn't figure out if she was watching him or the others. Either way it was dangerous for her to be looming around that close to the forest's edge. One look her way, they would spot her. He threw a hand back and forth over his shoulder. Go he mouthed. Run he mouthed.

"Oi, what are you doing?" called Cato.

"These bugs," he called, "they're nasty."

"Get back to work." He looked up one last time, noticing her absence. Yes, sir. His dad was right; he wouldn't last long in these games. Emery walked back to the group once the layout was finished. They were packing up for their night prowl.

"Should I stay here?" he asked looking over at the stands.

"Are you going to work?" Clove asked, placing her hands on her hips and glimpsed at the others.

"Yeah, don't you want this done? Don't you want me out of your way?"

"No funny business- we'll know." he warned.

Emery started with destroying the circuits and firing out the sensors. He shot a shock wave through the line of stands from the invisible wires underground. He could practically feel the cameras over his shoulder. They made him shudder.

He carried the first shell of the mine to the hole he just dug. He placed it carefully, covering the first part with dirt; he rewired it and left it. Waiting for them all to be placed before setting them.

A twig snapped and the hair on his arms rose. He looked out of the corner of his eye toward the supplies. There she was. The girl from the woods, her bright hair caught the sun and her wide eyes tried not to meet his.

"You don't need to sneak around." he smiled and caught her gasp. She was frozen mid-step. Her stance was stiff. "As you do realize that you have the drop on me."

"You have a bomb in your hand" He shrugged and got up, wiping the dirt on his knees off. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped her knife. He moved to the next stake and removed it.

He pulled back the ground with his shovel and looked up at her. She was watching him curiously. "Are you going to kill me or not?"

"Uh… still deciding" she muttered and looked at the equipment.

"These aren't armed yet" he said covering the next one. She still didn't move. "Did you come here to get something to eat?" he asked, "help yourself." She sputtered and faltered unsure of her next move, "my name is Emery." She looked around clearly confused about his behavior, he was stalling she decided and waited for the pounding of the careers. "No one has asked me yet" he shrugged, "figured someone ought to know."

"Lily." she said quickly, avoiding his stare, "my name is Lily." He stood up once more and extended his hand.

"Nice to meet you." she didn't take it. Just held out her knife to his chest and backed up towards the woods. "They won't be back for a while, not before they make a kill and you hear the cannon." he said disgusted and looked back in the direction they left in. "I haven't heard any cannons yet, or their loud obnoxious voices, plus it's not dark enough for scouting out vulnerable fires."

"Why are you with them?" she sneered.

"Why not?" he shrugged, "it's just better with them then by myself" he said seriously, cracking his back by rotating.

"You're going to die anyway, better off alone then from the hand of one of them." she hissed.

"Thanks for that" she sighed

"Sorry" Lily muttered and lowered her knife, pushing a stray hair behind her ear.

"Food?" he asked again and walked her to the pile of essentials.

"I guess…"

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