XXXVI.
The memo gave off a sickly sweet smell of lavender when it ran into his chest. He knew who it was before he even read the name of the sender. Then again, the President required no introduction. Running a hand through his oily hair, Head Gamemaker Fudge stood in the Control Room. A holographic Arena with only three numbers were glowing in green.
With shaking hands, he opened it.
Protect District 4. Kill the others.
He swallowed. That would not be easy. The Career from District 4 was outnumbered by the allied District 2 Career and District 12 tribute. Who both possessed more kills than the District 4 Career had under her belt. And magically, they were much, much stronger than the soloing tribute. At the moment, she was on the other side of the Arena, which meant. . .
District 2 Career and District 12 tribute were alone.
He turned to the nearest Gamemaker and ordered, "Send in the dementors to the northside Arena. Target District 2 and District 12."
"Yes, sir." A pause. "Sir, there is also a package being sent to District 12 from her mentors. Do you want me to send it now or hold it off?"
"Hold. Dementors first."