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  with the crew? with everybody, frankly, besides gale and finnick? because i'd rather track down snow with those two than without them. but i can't lead ten people through the capitol on a pretend mission, even if i could read the holo. should i, could i have sent them back when i had a chance? or was it too dangerous? both to them personally and to my mission? maybe i shouldn't have listened to boggs, because he might have been in some delusional death state. maybe i should just come clean, but then jackson would take over and we'd end up back at camp. where i'd have coin to answer to.
  just as the complexity of the mess i've dragged everybody into begins to overload my brain, a distant chain of explosions sends a tremor through the room.
  "it wasn't close," jackson assures us. "a good four or five blocks away."
  "where we left boggs," says leeg 1.
  although no one has made a move toward it, the television flares to life, emitting a high-pitched beeping sound, bringing half our party to its feet.
  "it's all right!" calls cressida. "it's just an emergency broadcast. every capitol television is automatically activated for it."
  there we are on-screen, just after the bomb took out boggs. a voice-over tells the audience what they are viewing as we try to regroup, react to the black gel shooting from the street, lose control of the situation. we watch the chaos that follows until the wave blots out the cameras. the last thing we see is gale, alone on the street, trying to shoot through the cables that hold mitchell aloft.
  the reporter identifies gale, finnick, boggs, peeta, cressida, and me by name.
  "there's no aerial footage. boggs must have been right about their hovercraft capacity," says castor. i didn't notice this, but i guess it's the kind of thing a cameraman picks up on.
  coverage continues from the courtyard behind the apartment where we took shelter. peacekeepers line the roof across from our former hideout. shells are launched into the row of apartments, setting off the chain of explosions we heard, and the building collapses into rubble and dust.
  now we cut to a live feed. a reporter stands on the roof with the peacekeepers. behind her, the apartment block burns. firefighters try to control the blaze with water hoses. we are pronounced dead.
  "finally, a bit of luck," says homes.
  i guess he's right. certainly it's better than having the capitol in pursuit of us. but i just keep imagining how this will be playing back in 13. where my mother and prim, hazelle and the kids, annie, haymitch, and a whole lot of people from 13 think that they have just seen us die.
  "my father. he just lost my sister and now..." says leeg 1.
  we watch as they play the footage over and over. revel in their victory, especially over me. break away to do a montage of the mockingjay's rise to rebel power--i think they've had this part prepared for a while, because it seems pretty polished--and then go live so a couple of reporters can discuss my well-deserved violent end. later, they promise, snow will make an official statement. the screen fades back to a glow.
  the rebels made no attempt to break in during the broadcast, which leads me to believe they think it's true. if that's so, we really are on our own.
  "so, now that we're dead, what's our next move?" asks gale.
  "isn't it obvious?" no one even knew peeta had regained consciousness. i don't know how long he's been watching, but by the look of misery on his face, long enough to see what happened on the street. how he went mad, tried to bash my head in, and hurled mitchell into the pod. he painfully pushes himself up to a sitting position and directs his words to gale.
  "our next move...is to kill me."
  chapter 21
  that makes two requests for peeta's death in less than an hour.
  "don't be ridiculous," says jackson.
  "i just murdered a member of our squad!"