Hurricane wandered the corridor of the GMHQ. The games had ended and the tributes were released. He was relieved that they had survived, but still not quite satisfied. They would have fought until the end if the rebels hadn’t released them. He thought, as he floated to the deserted control room. He started watching recordings of the game. Tributes killed each other mercilessly. He shuddered, thinking about how all of them had been friends in the DDF only a few weeks ago. The games will not stop like this. They were the aftermath of war and only peace, not more bloodshed will end them. He had to stay near the new government if he wanted the games to stop, but first he needed to figure out how to get a new body.