I do not own 'Divergent' or anything related.

It had been a long day. It had been another long day, helping Joanna Reyes with running the city, another day of going through and sorting out paper work. Tobias couldn't wait until he got home, where Tris was waiting for him. It was what helped him through the day, although he liked to keep himself busy. It helped keep his mind off of what happened, even though it had been a year since it all happened, since everything changed, and yet it felt like he hadn't changed at all. Calling it a day, Tobias left the building that had become the centre for government. Walking down the busy street, he noticed the people passing by, most of them wearing suits like him. Black and white suits used to be the clothing of people who belonged to Candor, but now it wasn't certain, although you could probably tell which factions others came from, like the doctors, or the scientists. The policemen and women who stood around were likely from Dauntless, although not all were. As he walked down, he saw a homeless man sitting in a corner, bearded, wearing tattered clothing. A grey clothed individual instantly went to his aid. The abolition of the faction system hadn't eradicated homelessness, but it was not nearly as extreme as it used to be. Tobias approached where the train would arrived. He heard it coming. As it approached, by instinct Tobias readied to jump on. The train stopped for people to get on. Trains no longer kept moving as they once did. Tobias gripped on the pole as the train sped on. The train didn't even look the same on the inside as it once did. A decision was made to refurbished the insides, with seating added as well as poles and handles for people to hold onto in case there was no seating available. No longer were they the reserve of the Dauntless, to prove their fearlessness by jumping on and off. Now people of all former factions rode the trains, whether they were Abnegation, Amity, Candor, Dauntless, Erudite, Factionless, or even came from outside the city. Tobias couldn't believe how much had changed in the past year, how unrecognisable the city was compared to how it used to be. Like this train, the shell was the same, the same buildings, the same shape, but what was inside was different. No longer were sixteen year olds expected to choose factions, no longer did they leave their families if they chose a different faction (School was even extended to eighteen, with a place of further education called a university set up). People of all former factions lived with each other as opposed to living in their own communities. Tobias' old compound, the pit, was now basically abandoned, with former dauntless moving above ground. Power was no longer held by a single faction, but instead by an elected government representative of everyone. Still, not everything had changed. The old prejudices remained, particularly against those former Erudite and Abnegation, or Candor and Amity. Amity still ran the farms. The survivors of the Abnegation genocide still ran shelters and relief programs. Candor were still leaders in law (Tobias heard that in the past year they had become more busy than they had ever been since their society was first founded!). Dauntless still preserved security (And also had their hands full as the police force), and Erudites served as teachers and researchers. Many even still wore the colours that represented their faction (Tobias himself wore a black suit). As the train approached home, Tobias readied himself to jump out, before remembering that that wasn't necessary anymore. This would take some getting used to. It was not easy after spending two years of jumping in and out of trains. By the time he reached his apartment, he had taken off his tie (Which he still wasn't used to wearing) as he got out his keys to open the door, waiting to see the sight of Tris.

What he wasn't expecting was that someone was already inside waiting for him.

Near the mantle piece stood a thin faced man with angular eyes. He wore a brown suit over which he wore a brown jacket. In his hand he held a cane with a silver ball for the handle. The man was studying one of the ornaments on the mantle piece when Tobias walked in, causing him to turn in his direction.

"Ah, finally!" He said cheerfully, "I was wondering when you would show up!"

Tobias froze. The man gave him a carefree smile, but Tobias was wary about a man who had broken into his home. His first concerns were of Tris.

"Sorry that I helped myself in your room, it's just that I got bored waiting outside. Besides, seeing a total stranger standing outside all day would have looked suspicious."

Breaking inside doesn't exactly alleviate any suspicion, Tobias thought.

"How did you get in here?" He slowly asked the man.

"Oh," He waved a gloved hand, "I have my ways."

Tobias heard the door shut behind him. He spun around to see that another man was behind him, standing in the corner. He was tall, round faced and black haired, and like Tobias he wore a black suit, yet he was pretty sure that he wasn't from Dauntless, however the grim faced man had a look that he had seen in many Dauntless eyes.

"Oh, this is my friend, Mortimer," The other man explained.

Friend? Or bodyguard? Perhaps hitman? Tobias looked between the brown suited man who continued to smile amiably at him and the black suited man who continued to stare at him as if he was some sort of prey. Already ideas of attack were going through Tobias' mind, a remnant from his Dauntless days. Yet he had a feeling that the two men wouldn't have come unless they would have anticipated some sort of attack, meaning that if he even tried he might be overpowered. Yet the man called Mortimer didn't advance. He just stood there, examining Tobias, as if waiting to see what move he would make. The other man extended a gloved hand.

"My name is Yamaru. Eric Yamaru, formerly of the Bureau of Genetic Welfare."

The name sent a chill through Tobias' body.

"I thought everyone from the bureau had their - well - their mind erased?"

With the one exception.

"Oh, I was away at the time when everyone suffered, as I'm sure you're aware, mass amnesia."

Tobias felt completely frozen.

"Relax. I don't hold any grudge over what you and your friends did last year. The organisation lost its purpose centuries ago. Personally, I thought the head was a moron. And the fact that he was a scientist just made that fact ever more shameful."

Pulling out a chair, Yamaru sat down.

"My throat is a little dry, I don't suppose you have any tea, do you Toby? Mind if I call you Toby?"

"I prefer Tobias," Was his answer.

Yamaru shrugged.

"To be honest Toby sounds like a lot better nickname than 'Four'. Seriously, who has a nickname after a number?"

"It reflects the fact that I only have four fears," Tobias answered.

"Yes yes, I know that," Yamaru dismissed, "But that's like myself being called 'Five' if I had five rings on my hand! I don't suppose you could make us some tea, could you, Toby, if it's no bother?"

Tobias looked back at the other man called Mortimer. It was clear that he didn't have a choice in the matter. Remaining calm, Tobias went for the cupboard and got out a couple of bags and mugs

"Do you want any tea, Mortimer?" Yamaru asked the other man, who remained standing, his expression unchanged.

"Fair enough," Yamaru shrugged.

After making the tea, he pushed to cup to Yamaru, who picked it up and sipped it.

"Ah, that's better. You know, I couldn't help but notice Toby that you're wearing all black."

"What about it?" Asked Tobias.

"It's just that I hear that you have an office job now."

"I work in an office, yes."

"Well."

Yamaru smiled.

"It's not exactly a job that requires bravery, now is it?"

Tobias didn't answer.

"Look."

Yamaru put the mug down.

"I can see that I'm not doing a good impression here, breaking into your home, making myself at home here, threatening you with the bodyguard over there, calling you something you don't want to be called, insulting your nickname and your job. But you see, I require your assistance with something."

So that was it. He didn't need to break in. It wasn't even that late. Tobias had a feeling that this man knew when he would be back. He could have waited until after he had gotten home, but by waiting here for him, with backup, he was essentially marking his territory, that whatever he wanted from Tobias, it was not a request, by constantly calling him a nickname of his choice he made it clear that he would be dictating terms here.

"I'm sure that you're aware that since the fall of the bureau, most of the remaining experiments have collapsed. Of course there weren't even that many to end with! One however, remains active. One where the subjects are in the middle of fighting an endless, bloody war."

"And I should just take your word that this is happening?"

"No," Yamaru smiled, "I didn't think you would. Which is why I brought some visual evidence."

Putting his hand in his jacket, he took out an electronic pad that he placed on the table.

"This is recorded footage of the latest battle."

He swiped the screen. Tobias saw a number of soldiers roaring as they charged into battle, guns blazing. A mixture of men and women, they wore helmets and bright bullet proof vests over red and orange t-shirts, with jeans and boots on their lower halves. The footage also showed their opponents, soldiers who looked more formal, wearing all black uniforms, their eyes concealed by visors. It wasn't just their attire that contrasted, but their personalities as well. They made no cries, and they fought together whereas Tobias could see little organisation in their opponents. The tide of the battle kept changing several times before there was a victor. When one side disappeared on the other side of the screen, Tobia's eyes were on the battlefield. Bodies of soldiers from both sides laid scattered across the dirt covered ground.

"And that's not even the bloodiest battle they've had! You see, the bureau had a plan to deal with the situation. Unfortunately its collapse when everyone's mind was wiped kinda threw a wrench in that plan."

Tobias looked at Yamaru.

"And what makes you think that I can do anything to help?" He asked.

"Well you were instrumental in preventing a war here. I was hoping that you would use the same peace making skills again."

"That was different. I was only able to broker a peace because one of the leaders was my mother!"

"Even so, I am hoping that you could use similar peace making skills to broker another peace. Plus your background might give you an advantage."

Tobias didn't understand what he meant.

"What do you mean by my background?"

"I'll explain more, if you take the job. It's not too far from here, maybe about 200 miles south is where we need to go."

"And what makes you think that I will, or want to help you?"

"Oh I know you will."

Yamaru stood up.

"You are Abnegation after all. Sure you might have left them and remoulded yourself in the form of the Dauntless, but your heart-"

He poked the left side of his chest with his cane.

"-Remains and always shall be that of a selfless man, one who cannot stand by to watch other people suffer, even if they're strangers, regardless of what might happen to yourself."

Tobias' hands tightened into fists.

"Maybe you're not aware, Mr Yamaru, but when we leave our faction we leave it and whatever values it has behind."

Yamaru sighed.

"I expected more from a man who sought to embrace all five virtues."

How did he know what? This man was unnerving. He seemed to know all about him, where he worked, the meaning of his nickname. But how could he know about the tattoos on his back too, when the only person he ever showed them to was Tris? Then again, it shouldn't surprise him to know that a member of the Bureau of Genetic Welfare knew everything about every individual in Chicago. Yamaru smiled.

"Besides, no matter how hard we try, we can never overcome our nature. Which of course was one of the reasons for genetic manipulation in the first place. Also I think you owe these people, don't you?"

Tobias didn't expect him to say that.

"Owe them? Why?"

"Well, the bureau could have brought an end to the fighting a year ago if you and your merry band hadn't dosed them all with memory serum."

He pointed to the pad.

"Those people on the ground might still be alive if it wasn't for you."

Tobias felt stung, being held responsible for the deaths of innocents.

"We did what he had to to save everyone!"

"I know, you didn't even know the consequences of your actions, I get it, but now you have a chance to make amends. I'll give you the rest of the day to decide. If you are willing to help, meet me at the bureau tomorrow at midday. You can also ask if anyone else wants to accompany you. Thank you for the tea."

Yamaru walked towards the door. Tobias picked up the electronic pad to give back.

"Keep it. It should help you to mull things over."

Yamaru walked out of the door, with Mortimer closing it behind him. Tobias walked towards the door and looked through the peephole to see where they were going. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Tobias swung open the door. He half ran down the corridor, looking left and right. There were no sign of them. They couldn't have left that quickly. Tobias walked back to his apartment, the mug and electronic pad the only evidence that they were here.