It had been a long night for Jason, Fern and Andromache. They creep away, the three of them, their packs heavy with supplies. Andromache had been in charge of food that night, and she'd mixed a particularly potent sleeping medicine into Brook and Enyo's servings. I sent her that – she didn't know what it was for, at first.

The look of horror on her face when she realised almost made me laugh.

Perhaps it was wrong of me to send Andromache the sleeping draught. I am Brook's mentor, after all, and I don't think I'm technically allowed to help one tribute defeat my other tribute. But hey, I just sent her the stuff. I didn't tell her to give it to Brook – that was all her.

After the two of them had passed out snoring, they began stuffing supplies into bags, taking the biggest backpacks they could find in the pile. They're smart kids. They took bottled water, iodine, food, sleeping bags, another set of clothes and boots, first aid kits, and as many weapons as they could carry.

Next, they poured lantern oil all over the rest of the food. Hopefully Brook and Enyo would smell it before they ate it, otherwise it'd kill them. As much as I don't want them to win, I wouldn't go as far as poisoning them. Probably.

Jason wanted to set the remaining weapons on fire, but Fern reminded him that they had to put distance between themselves and camp before Brook and Enyo woke up – otherwise they'd never get away. They settled for breaking the spears and bows in half, and dumping the rest of the weapons in the river where the other two hopefully wouldn't find them.

Andromache drew a smiley face in the dirt with the end of her spear, and wrote in large, swooping letters, 'good luck!' I did laugh at that, however much I tried not to. I can't wait to see the look on Brook's face when they wake up and find that – he's going to have a fit. He might even kill Enyo and solve one of my problems.

The three of them finally left the camp a bit before sunrise, walking off into the city. Andromache was able to lead the boys through it relatively well – she remembered where Skeeter's trap was from the second day, the one that had led to the deaths of both kids from One. They didn't know it, but the girl from Three was watching them through a hole in the side of a ruined building, perched on the scaffolding like a little bird. Strange kid – but she's doing well enough so far, so good on her I guess. They're still walking, and are now about an hour away from camp – which is nowhere near as far as I hoped they'd be by now.

"They're going to need to step on it," Meredith comments, her eyes on the monitor showing Brook and Enyo. They're beginning to stir. She's not technically mentoring this year – but she is, unfortunately for her, popular in the Capital and is therefore a very busy woman. She doesn't have clients until later, however, so she's come down here so Mags can get some rest.

I frown. She's right. They need to move it or the other two will be able to track them and catch up pretty easy. "What do you think would move them along?"

"I don't know. Something small."

"Yeah. A flare?"

"Give it a go." Meredith shrugs and sips at her coffee. She takes her coffee black, no milk, no sugar – I could never. I always have a little bit of milk and as many sugars I can sneak in before Mags slaps my hand away and lectures me about cavities.

I send through the order for a flare. Usually I'd send them something else with it – the parachute adds to the overall cost of the item, after all, and it seems a waste to send them a mostly empty shell – but they already have everything they need. I don't want to weigh them down.

"Hey, look," Fern says, and points up at the sky. "Wonder who that's for."

Jason jumps up and snatches it out of the air. Fern's eyes follow his every move – I wonder why. I guess they don't trust each other – why else would they be watching each other like hawks? Jason opens the parachute. My note falls at his feet, and he bends down to pick it up, tauntingly exposing his unprotected back to Fern – Fern gulps, as if he knowns what Jason's doing. He can tell that Jason is teasing him, daring him to make a move. Jason straightens up, clears his throat, reads. "From Finnick – looks like it's for you, Andromache."

"Oh," she says, and frowns. "Again?"

"Don't complain about it," Fern says. "I'd love to get two gifts in a day."

"What is it?" Jason asks.

"A flare?" Andromache says, turning it over in her hands. She looks confused – come on, Andromache, think! "Why would he send me a flare?"

"Maybe it's symbolic. What are they for?"

"Flares?" Fern questioned. Makes sense – District Eleven. What use would they have for flares in District Eleven?

"Yeah, they're used for distress signalling. Like from boats and stuff. Right?" Jason asked.

Andromache confirmed this with a nod. "Right. So, maybe it's a signal then."

"But we're not in distress."

"No, but Finnick obviously wants us to do something," she says, thinking. "Maybe someone's getting close to us."

"Brook and Enyo?" Fern suggests.

Andromache shrugs. "Maybe."

"What if it's not them, though?" Jason asks worriedly.

Andromache scoffs. "You wanna wait around and find out?"

"Well, obviously I don't."

"We need to cover more ground anyway," Fern cuts in, probably trying to prevent an argument. "Let's try and go a bit faster. And quieter."

"Alright."

Wasn't exactly what I meant to signal, but they got the gist of it. And good timing too – Brook has woken up.

"Where the fuck are they?" he asks, fully awake almost immediately, confused as he sees that it's already late morning. They've had a system going, you see – whoever was on watch by dawn wakes the others up so they can prepare for a day of hunting. Not that they ever get around to doing much hunting – this Career pack is pretty pathetic, considering packs we've had in the past. Like last year. God, that was sad last year – our female tribute, Marin, had a baby daughter who she had to leave behind. The poor kid will grow up not knowing who her mom was. So yeah, I guess after last year I don't have a lot of compassion for Brook. It's probably bad but honestly, I'm past caring.

"Where the fuck are who?" Enyo asks sleepily, not opening her eyes. For her sake, I hope she does. Brook is already agitated and only getting more angry.

"They've fucking run away!"

"What do you mean?"

"For Snow's sake, woman, open your eyes and have a fucking look around!"

Enyo flushes dark, sitting up and wriggling out of her sleeping bag. About time. "Don't call me woman!"

Brook sneers at her. "I'll call you whatever I want to."

"No the fuck you won't, you sexist pig."

"Whatever!" Brook shouts. "Just shut up! Our allies have gone and ditched us!"

"Shit. The supplies –" Enyo begins, and runs off towards the Cornucopia before she finishes her sentence. Brook follows close behind. "NO! Fuck! They've – UGH!" She shrieks, and kicks over a pile of petrol-soaked meal-boxes.

"What are you talking about!"

"Smell it! Can't you smell it! They've soaked the food in petrol!"

Brook doesn't say anything. Enyo, smart girl, grabs a lone knife lying in the dirt. His face has gone a mottled red – is he about to have an aneurysm? He lets out a prolonged, furious roar, and punches the side of the Cornucopia, hard. There's a crack as his hand, presumably, breaks.

"Idiot," Meredith comments, and takes a sip of coffee.

"You dumb fuck, now what are you going to do?" Enyo snaps, as Brook curses and shakes out his hand. "You broke it!

"Don't you speak to me," he hisses, stalking closer to her, cradling his hand to his chest. Enyo steps back. "This is your fault."

"How the hell is it my fault?" Enyo demands. She begins playing with her knife, twirling it through her fingers in an obvious attempt to get Brook to back off.

Brook glares at her and turns away, not saying anything.

"Ha! You can't even think of a reason!"

"Stop pushing him, kid," I mutter at the screen. He's going to turn around and stab her, or something, if she doesn't swallow her pride and be quiet.

"I guess we need to find some food, then," Enyo says, her face unreadable.

Brook scoffs at her. "We need to find them!"

"How the hell are we going to do that?"

"I don't know! Follow their tracks! They can't have gotten far."

"What are you, a dog?" Enyo sneers at him. "Oh wait, I forgot."

Brook kicks a rock at her, which she dodges. Wow, Brook, real mature. "Well what do you propose, Enyo? Huh? What do you think we should do?"

"Enobaria!" Enyo suddenly shouts. "Can you send us breakfast?" I can hear Enobaria grumbling from here, two compartments down. After a moment, a parachutes rain down on Enyo, and she begins to eat, not offering Brook any. It's obviously where they stand – they know it would be stupid to betray each other. There would be no-one else to keep watch, no back-up in fights. But they're not friends. Not at all. Brook shoots Enyo a nasty glare, and looks up at the sky expectantly. I flip off the monitor – arrogant little shit.

"You gonna send them anything, or…?" Meredith prompts.

I sigh exaggeratedly. "I probably should."

She raises her eyebrows at me. "Don't play favourites."

"You try mentoring this idiot!" I gesture towards the screen, where Brook is applying the Capital's famous Heal Quick Bone Remedy to his hand. Bones not included.

Meredith pulls a face at me. "Nah, I'm good."

I send through an order for a simple but filling breakfast of orange juice, eggs, spinach and sausages for my little idiot, along with a good-quality splint and bandage, and a new set of knives. That should cheer him up, I hope. But it probably won't.

"It's probably bad to think this," Meredith says slowly. "But I really hope Enyo kills him."

I grin at her. "Me too, Mer. Me too."

Well, the Career pack is now made up of two arrogant Academy freaks with anger issues and a thirst for power, with no-one else to make peace or take out anger on. This should be a recipe for disaster.