Lana was perched on one of the balconies at the Presidential Mansion, a cigarette between her lips. Despite the chilly night, Lana was more comfortable in the outside air than she was inside. Losing Missy so close to the end wasĀ gut wrenching, especially considering she, like Iona, had lost to Hunter Twill. Sheād assumed it would be easier to get the kids out of the arena alive, especially getting Kelvin out during her first Games as trainer. Now she wasnāt so sure sheād be able to pull that off again. Missy could match even Lana in a sparring session, and even she hadnāt managed to pull off a Victory.Ā
Staring out over the city, Lana heard footsteps coming towards her over the roar of the crowd. She didnāt turn when she heard the footsteps, merely speaking over her shoulder.Ā āSpotās taken.ā
