130 SEVENTH CLOUD

Alabaster jerks his head, a smirk playing across his lips. "I'll take her and the runt from Ten," he says. "Teach them to talk back to me."

A vague sense of nausea crawls into Finnick's gut and takes root there, churning his stomach like a stormy sea. "Okay."

"I'll hit the runners," Bellona says. "Miles will pick up creepers and hiders."

"I'm good with reconnaissance," Ruby offers.

"I'll stick close to the Cornucopia," Finnick suggests. "Help pick off stragglers with Miles."

"No, you should do long-distance," Ruby says. "You're much better with spears than swords."

Now, how could she know that unless Two ratted him out? As far as he knows, neither tribute from One saw him practice yesterday, and Alabaster decked him before he got the chance to touch a blade the first day.