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It's almost time to leave.
Cristina squeezes my hand tighter and I squeeze it back reassuringly. The tension is now ticker in the room with the two factions ready to jump at any minute after waiting for so long.
It will be alright, we have moved locations four times since we arrived, six months ago. It had always been relatively safe, and there was no factor to indicate this time would be any different. Still, Cristina had never been too excited about enlisting to war, and this sort of things always stressed her, both of us out, but the project we were working on was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and we could not miss it.
Right now we were located in a small cottage built specifically for housing faction members before transportation, since it was only one mile away from the lab and facilities. It was easier to leave from here to our next location; it was not only closer to the open road, but it was also far enough from the labs that no rebel group that could find it would suspect anything about it. We would leave when the night got darker, and by the looks of it, it would only take approximately ten more minutes.
Everyone's eyes when on the small peripheral windows, gazing upon the growing darkness. Cristina took a long breath, trying to calm herself.
-Eighty-two point seven percent.- I say in a low whisper trying not to raise much attention and yet, a few Erudite heads snap in my direction. We are all on edge, a little spark could set us apart.
-What?- Cristina looks at me confused.
-It's the success rate for these operations. Of the remaining seventeen point three per cent, ninety eight percent were caused by accidental encounters and end up without casualties.
It takes a moment for her to understand what I'm doing. It's the safety of numbers, percentage, statistics. The odds are in our favor and, although she looks unconvinced at first, I can see her slowly relaxing; statistically we are perfectly safe after all. A few people start talking now but only in low voices and short sentences.
Suddenly, a dauntless guard stands up and all we Erudites perk up, no longer relaxed. The tall man reaches to the door, takes a peep through the tainted glass and goes back to say something to his faction partners.
-Is it time?- Asks Brett, he is tall and lean, in his mid-thirties. He was in a subdivision of the project which meant that Cris and I didn't talk with him very often, but he seemed nice and he was a fellow Erudite.
The Dauntless kid, he couldn't be over twenty, barely looked his way and resumed his conversation with his faction.
Although the move was statistically safe and it allowed us to move forward with our investigation, Cristina and I hated the exchange because it meant one thing; spending time with Dauntless members.
Our society is divided in five factions, Erudite, Abnegation, Dauntless, Candor and Amity. All destined to cultivate the attributes they were named after. The selection process is tight and thorough, so that everybody belongs where they are supposed to and can be valuable members of society. The factions work mostly separated, though they work combined when each of their values is needed. This was why we were now with Dauntless guards, they worked on security as well as military force.
But just because we had to spend time together, it didn't mean that we had to like it, and Dauntless was known for being a faction that, besides bravery, cultivated assholes.
Two more guards stood up and left the cottage. We waited a few minutes before they returned.
-All clear.
-Ok people stand up.-We practically jumped out of our seats.- It's time, remember the drills ,we'll leave in pairs. Keep you weapons drawn; hands steady but fingers near the trigger, not on it. We would like not to get shot by you.- His voice was bored and condescending. On my left a woman I had seen working in the microorganisms study section rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed. This did not seem to be her first time either.
Once outside our nerves went up. We could see our feet and the people walking five steps in front of us, but besides that, we were surrounded by darkness. I kept my gun in front of me, just like they had taught us to do when we enlisted. Basic gun use and medical knowledge was the standard training every faction member received before coming here.
-No one has blown a feet off.- A deep male voice came from the front of the line. I could hear Cristina jump and falter her step beside me, my heart was pounding fast against my chest.- So far so good.- He laughed.
He was joking, I realize. Out loud and in the middle of a Cover Op out in the open. And he wasn't the only idiot, soon others joined him.
-I want to accidentally blow his head off.- Cristina whispers close to my ear, the terrain is bumpy with rocks and roots all over it so we bump into each other standing so close.- But it's so dark I'll miss.
-Do it.- I tell her.- If you fail I'll accidentally shoot next.
I hear her muffle a soft chuckle and we continue to walk, more relaxed this time. Even if the Dauntless keep talking too loud for my taste, being with Cris always makes everything better.
We were closer now, just five more minutes…
An astoundingly loud noise resonates throughout the woods and Cristina and I scramble closer to each other before we realized what happened.
A gun shot.
Everybody froze, and then all hell broke loose.
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