Mocking Jay

keep drifting to that green sofa. So I say, "Any ideas?"
"Why don't we start by ruling out possibilities," says Finnick. "The street is not a possibility."
"The rooftops are just as bad as the street," says Leeg 1.
"We still might have a chance to withdraw, go back the way we came," says Homes. "But that would mean
a failed mission."
A pang of guilt hits me since I've fabricated said mission. "It was never intended for all of us to go forward.
You just had the misfortune to be with me."
"Well, that's a moot point. We're with you now," says Jackson. "So, we can't stay put. We can't move up.
We can't move laterally. I think that just leaves one option."
"Underground," says Gale.
Underground. Which I hate. Like mines and tunnels and 13. Underground, where I dread dying, which is
stupid because even if I die aboveground, the next thing they'll do is bury me underground anyway.
The Holo can show subterranean as well as street-level pods. I see that when we go underground the
clean, dependable lines of the street plan are interlaced with a twisting, turning mess of tunnels. The pods look
less numerous, though.
Two doors down, a vertical tube connects our row of apartments to the tunnels. To reach the tube
apartment, we will need to squeeze through a maintenance shaft that runs the length of the building. We can
enter the shaft through the back of a closet space on the upper floor.
"Okay, then. Let's make it look like we've never been here," I say. We erase all signs of our stay. Send the
empty cans down a trash chute, pocket the full ones for later, flip sofa cushions smeared with blood, wipe traces
of gel from the tiles. There's no fixing the latch on the front door, but we lock a second bolt, which will at least
keep the door from swinging open on contact.
Finally, there's only Peeta to contend with. He plants himself on the blue sofa, refusing to budge. "I'm not
going. I'll either disclose your position or hurt someone else."
"Snow's people will find you," says Finnick.
"Then leave me a pill. I'll only take it if I have to," says Peeta.
"That's not an option. Come along," says Jackson.
"Or you'll what? Shoot me?" asks Peeta.
"We'll knock you out and drag you with us," says Homes. "Which will both slow us down and endanger us."
"Stop being noble! I don't care if I die!" He turns to me, pleading now. "Katniss, please. Don't you see, I
want to be out of this?"
The trouble is, I do see. Why can't I just let him go? Slip him a pill, pull the trigger? Is it because I care too
much about Peeta or too much about letting Snow win? Have I turned him into a piece in my private Games?
That's despicable, but I'm not sure it's beneath me. If it's true, it would be kindest to kill Peeta here and now. But
for better or worse, I am not motivated by kindness. "We're wasting time. Are you coming voluntarily or do we
knock you out?"
Peeta buries his face in his hands for a few moments, then rises to join us.
"Should we free his hands?" asks Leeg 1.
"No!" Peeta growls at her, drawing his cuffs in close to his body.
"No," I echo. "But I want the key." Jackson passes it over without a word. I slip it into my pants pocket,
where it clicks against the pearl.
When Homes pries open the small metal door to the maintenance shaft, we encounter another problem.
There's no way the insect shells will be able to fit through the narrow passage. Castor and Pollux remove them
and detach emergency backup cameras. Each is the size of a shoe box and probably works about as well.
Messalla can't think of anywhere better to hide the bulky shells, so we end up dumping them in the closet.
Leaving such an easy trail to follow frustrates me, but what else can we do?
Even going single file, holding our packs and gear out to the side, it's a tight fit. We sidestep our way past
the first apartment, and break into the second. In this apartment, one of the bedrooms has a door marked utility
instead of a bathroom. Behind the door is the room with the entrance to the tube.
Messalla frowns at the wide circular cover, for a moment returning to his own fussy world. "It's why no one
ever wants the center unit. Workmen coming and going whenever and no second bath. But the rent's
considerably cheaper." Then he notices Finnick's amused expression and adds, "Never mind."
The tube cover's simple to unlatch. A wide ladder with rubber treads on the steps allows for a swift, easy