[And, true to her word, Clove is seated on the bank of the creek to the south in fifteen minutes.
She has her knives. Why wouldn't she? They're hidden by her arena jacket, though, not displayed as openly as she normally wears them. Her shoulders are pulled back, her spine totally straight, and her eyes are narrowed at the water as she waits.
It's simple, meeting with Twelve. But it's terrifying, too.]
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[And, true to her word, Clove is seated on the bank of the creek to the south in fifteen minutes.
She has her knives. Why wouldn't she? They're hidden by her arena jacket, though, not displayed as openly as she normally wears them. Her shoulders are pulled back, her spine totally straight, and her eyes are narrowed at the water as she waits.
It's simple, meeting with Twelve. But it's terrifying, too.]