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The tunnel to District 2, main transport for Peacekeepers, is unexpectedly closed before dawn. In edition, a mandatory evacuation is declared for mile around the tunnel, clearing out a large section of the South East part of town.

The evacuation ends several blocks from the Tribute Training center, but they hear plenty about it. And can see the Capitol citizens unhappily trudging to friends, relative, and the shelter set up for those with none.

The recording that plays every few minutes on all the stations state that there is danger of a possible gas leak, and the evacuation is precautionary.

However, resident report seeing teams going into the tunnels and not seeing them come out.

Some report screams.

Luckily for the Capitol, most of the teams were made of avoxes, so that rumor is easy to silence.

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"Oh." Sandy knew what a gas leak was and tried to explain.

"It's like...well poison basically. In the air. Sometimes it can explode but most the time you just get sick and die." She peered through the sea of bodies at the entrance. "Seems like a lot of fuss for a Gas leak."

Poison that exploded. Pruna's eyes lit up. That sounded like an incredible weapon. But what was it doing here, in the Capitol. Had someone tried to kill someone important again.

"They do no be liking being in danger, so they do be crying and fussing." She told her, wrinkling her nose to show exactly what she thought of Capitol citizens.

Some of the ones she had met were not too bad, but mostly they were stupid.

Sandy had to bite back a retort that few people actually liked being in danger.

"Whatever's going on, it must be big if they don't want anyone going in there to see what they're doing." She reasoned. Was this just how they handled gas leaks in the Capitol?

Pruna wrinkled her nose, "Do they be trying to fix it? Maybe they do no be wanting anyone to be knowing how, because they might want to be using the weapon against us."

"Maybe..." Sandy was only now starting to grasp how Pruna thought and that a explosive poisonous gas would of course be a weapon instead of how Sandy knew it as fuel.

"Or maybe they don't want us to use it against them." She glanced at the cuff on her arm that she was still convinced was taping their conversations.

"Maybe." Pruna glared at her own wrist, she hated the thing and knew how much it upset Sandy.

"We should be going and finding out."

That sounded dangerous, and Sandy had been doing her best to avoid dangerous. But she was also curious, and part of her suspected that Pruna would do it with or without her.

"Looks like it's pretty closely watched." she pointed out in vain hope that would persuade Pruna to take the safer path.

"Got any ideas?"

"They can no be watching everywhere at once." She said sneaking closer, reaching out to grab Sandy's hand and pull her through the crowds. "Be looking for blind spots." She began counting, watching where all the guards were watching. Looking for patterns. Anything they could use to get past.

For the moment Sandy was relatively sure on the list of "Things that will get us killed or tortured or tortured and killed" Sneaking towards a "Gas leak" was not very high. So she put up little resistance to Pruna dragging her through the crowd.

Obediently she began scanning the area for places they could hide, or more importantly guards. Most adults tended to overlook children...maybe they'd get lucky?

Her stomach began to twist itself in knots and her instincts began jabbing at her with concerns but she tried to shelve them for now. After the Tiger incident she didn't want to always have to be the person to tell Pruna no.

...though it might be the safer alternative.

"If we could be getting to that wall." She pointed, "We could be avoiding the guards."

She pointed at where she meant, they would have a very short window to get out of the crowd and behind the wall without being spotted.

Sandy swallowed and nodded hard, feeling that knot in her stomach turn into a rock.

She had faith in her speed, but not in her stealth. But if Pruna was going she would have to go too.

Her muscles wound tight ready to spring.

Pruna grinned at her, she was happy to be doing something. Even if it was just sneaking around and she was glad Sandy was with her.

"Okay when I do be saying three." She took a breath and looked around again, gripping Sandy's hand. "One..." The guards turned looking towards the tunnel. "Two..." She shifted her weight, ready to spring.

"Three."

Sandy had spent all of her life running from danger. Running towards it was a recent development.

And frankly, she wasn't sure she liked it.

Still she was hot on Pruna's heels as they raced for the wall. She had to remind herself to breath as anxiety had her chest feeling tight with unspent air.

Pruna crouched down by the wall and looked around it, hoping Sandy had enough sense to stay down. But she was sure she did. She grinned at her friend, enjoying herself. "Okay." She whispered, "Next we do be going down that road." She pointed to the one in question.

Sandy had to admit, there was a thrill in what they were doing...at least as soon as she realized they weren't being chased right away.

As quickly and quietly as she could she followed Pruna down the road at a crouch. Her head whipped around looking for guards, security cameras, anything that might be getting them in trouble.

Pruna grinned and stuck close to the walls. She looked up, judging how easy it would be to get up to the rooftops, adults never went up there, they would be able to get far.

"Can you be climbing good?"

Sandy followed her gaze and in a hushed whisper "I'm OK at it if there's like...handholds and stuff." She wouldn't be scaling any brick walls that's for sure, but she'd done her fair share of scrambling up piles of junk or fire escapes.

Pruna looked up the wall, "There do be being plenty." At least to someone who had spent most of her life climbing onto roofs. "Be following me."

Sandy found that scaling the building came surprisingly naturally to her. Maybe it was living most of her life in New York, or maybe it was because Pruna went first and she could find the same hand holds and places to brace her feet. Her hands had been freshly manicured and she was sure her Stylist would weep over the damage being done.

Pruna grinned to see that Sandy could climb quite well but it was only a moment before she felt her ankle being grabbed and she fell.

"Be getting off me." She screamed, panic setting in as she began lashing out at whoever had grabbed her.

Sandy heard the shout and her heart froze.

"Ashley!" She whipped her head back them, just in time to feel the back of her shirt yanked hard, ripping her from the wall.

Busted.

"Be leaving her alone!" Pruna twisted to try and get to Sandy. She couldn't let her get hurt when it had been all Pruna's idea in the first place.

"We weren't doing anything you...fascists!" Sandy protested as she was dragged unceremoniously to the ground. The barrel of a gun found it's way jabbed into her side as the helmeted peacekeepers tried to usher them back past the barricade line.

Pruna fought harder, her teeth clamping down on the hand of the peacekeeper as she saw them bring the weapon into Sandy's side. She fought panicking trying to drag Sandy away from them, but once they got them over the barricade the peacekeepers just dropped them, with dire warnings of what would happen should they cross the line again.

Pruna however was not listening, she rushed to Sandy's side, turning her over to where the peacekeeper had stabbed the weapon, expecting a bloodstain and hoping she wasn't too late to save her friend.

"I'm OK, I'm OK." Sandy repeated as Pruna rolled her over before she could get her barrings. In fact her side had a small red spot that might bruise but other then that she was fine.

"He didn't shoot...but I think he might next time." She looked warily at the shapes of the peacekeepers backing away slowly and keeping their helmets turned towards the girls.

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Should we NPC a peacekeeper catching them or ask for someone to help us with that?

I think we can handwave

Kay!

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