"Guns?" Haymitch snorts. That'll be the day - guns would make the Games entirely too clean and humane. "Who the hell needs guns, kid? Hell, it's a good year when you get real weapons - there was that one all they had was building rubble. Damn thing took forever." He hoped for a whole five days that his female tribute was going to win that year. She was smart, she was crafty... but that brute from Two got his hands on a pipe from somewhere, and that put paid to her.