Academic Qualification Ensures Success in Life
He’s gone? Finnick asks, looking down at Boggs. I nod. We need to get out of here. Now. We just set off a streetful of pods. You can bet they’ve got us on surveillance tapes.
Count on it, says Castor. All the streets are covered by surveillance cameras. I bet they set off the black wave manually when they saw us taping the propo.
Our radio communicators went dead almost immediately. Probably an electromagnetic pulse device. But I’ll get us back to camp. Give me the Holo. Jackson reaches for the unit, but I clutch it to my chest.
No. Boggs gave it to me, I say.
Don’t be ridiculous, she snaps. Of course, she thinks it’s hers. She’s second in command.
It’s true, says Homes. He transferred the prime security clearance to her while he was dying. I saw it.
Why would he do that? demands Jackson.
Why indeed? My head’s reeling from the ghastly events of the last five minutes”Boggs mutilated, dying, dead, Peeta’s homicidal rage,
Mitchell bloody and netted and swallowed by that foul black wave. I turn to Boggs, very badly needing him alive. Suddenly sure that he, and maybe he alone, is completely on my side. I think of his last orders¦.
Don’t trust them. Don’t go back. Kill Peeta. Do what you came to do.
What did he mean? Don’t trust who? The rebels? Coin? The people looking at me right now? I won’t go back, but he must know I can’t just fire a bullet through Peeta’s head. Can I? Should I? Did Boggs guess that what I really came to do is desert and kill Snow on my own?
I can’t work all of this out now, so I just decide to carry out the first two orders: to not trust anyone and to move deeper into the Capitol. But how can I justify this? Make them let me keep the Holo?
Because I’m on a special mission for President Coin. I think Boggs was the only one who knew about it.
This in no way convinces Jackson. To do what?
Why not tell them the truth? It’s as plausible as anything I’ll come up with. But it must seem like a real mission, not revenge. To
assassinate
Count on it, says Castor. All the streets are covered by surveillance cameras. I bet they set off the black wave manually when they saw us taping the propo.
Our radio communicators went dead almost immediately. Probably an electromagnetic pulse device. But I’ll get us back to camp. Give me the Holo. Jackson reaches for the unit, but I clutch it to my chest.
No. Boggs gave it to me, I say.
Don’t be ridiculous, she snaps. Of course, she thinks it’s hers. She’s second in command.
It’s true, says Homes. He transferred the prime security clearance to her while he was dying. I saw it.
Why would he do that? demands Jackson.
Why indeed? My head’s reeling from the ghastly events of the last five minutes”Boggs mutilated, dying, dead, Peeta’s homicidal rage,
Mitchell bloody and netted and swallowed by that foul black wave. I turn to Boggs, very badly needing him alive. Suddenly sure that he, and maybe he alone, is completely on my side. I think of his last orders¦.
Don’t trust them. Don’t go back. Kill Peeta. Do what you came to do.
What did he mean? Don’t trust who? The rebels? Coin? The people looking at me right now? I won’t go back, but he must know I can’t just fire a bullet through Peeta’s head. Can I? Should I? Did Boggs guess that what I really came to do is desert and kill Snow on my own?
I can’t work all of this out now, so I just decide to carry out the first two orders: to not trust anyone and to move deeper into the Capitol. But how can I justify this? Make them let me keep the Holo?
Because I’m on a special mission for President Coin. I think Boggs was the only one who knew about it.
This in no way convinces Jackson. To do what?
Why not tell them the truth? It’s as plausible as anything I’ll come up with. But it must seem like a real mission, not revenge. To
assassinate