"Turn left."

I tried to get the GPS to shut up about fifteen minutes ago but it wouldn't. It's not that it's annoying; I just desperately need silence.

Tris' ghost will not go away and I have maxed out on antipsychotics. Her voice combined with the GPS' constant orders is driving me crazy. And having sugar virus slowly eating holes in my brain is not helping.

"Continue strait for five miles."

I looked over maps of the Brookstone compound earlier. The structure was huge, about fifteen stories. Though Iven circled some spots were Sugar virus cure might be, it will still be difficult to find. Then I looked at the case files for the Brookstone company; what they did to people, their history. Their technology was death and control and at the same time it was fascinating and breathtaking. Their technology was fascinating in the way a dagger is fascinating because it's dangerous and off limits.

I see huge metal spikes off in the distance. They were made out of dark steel and were tipped with rust. They were set in the ground as if a giant had planted spears into the ground to fend off others. Iven warned me about those in a note. They were placed there by the Bureau to ward off civilians so they didn't accidently get into the Brookstone Compound. I will have to slow down and drive carefully around them. I felt my heart pound. Only a mile left to the Brookstone Compound.

I stop the car.

I have to take a break. The enormity of what I am about to do crashes on me.

"I am still Dauntless." I whisper to myself. "I am still Dauntless."

"As long as you still care about things, as long as you still love, you will never be fearless." Tris' ghost says.

"Shut up and go the Hell away!" I scream at her. She looks truly terrified of my outburst and her watery figure runs away. I take a couple of antipsychotics to calm my insanity.

"It's why I'm not letting you go to the compound; I can't trust you Tobias." Johanna once said about my outbursts. Now Johanna is dead. I saw her corpse on the way out of the Bureau. Her once smiling face, terrified; her once clean and composed figure, smeared with viscera and dirt. All I could do was cry.

I start back up the car and dodge spikes for endless minutes. And I was at the Brookstone Compound all too quickly.

I was surprised about how docile it looked. I thought it was spose to be fifteen stories, but it was a mere hill of dirt with a metal door. I knit my eyebrows as I reexamine the blueprints. Then I realized why it was only a mound of dirt, the fifteen stories were underground.

I look at the door closer. There was a dark etching of the logo on the door. The ghostly silhouette marking the compound as the Brookstone's. I wonder what the logo means. I place my hand on the door and start to turn it. It creeks open, its hinges coughing rust and dirt. It hasn't been opened in awhile, but it should have been welded shut. It doesn't look like it has been welded at all.

I push the door open and walk into a room made of black obsidian walls rimed with steel. Coat racks and lockers line the walls. Probably a station for people to drop off their stuff when this compound still worked.

I look to the next door. It was like the first door but with an inscription at the top.

In pax nous diduco

The loudspeakers crackle on.

"It means 'In peace we divide'. Good motto for the factions, don't you think?" Says a voice that could only be Ira MacHeather's.

"I swear to God I am going to kill you Ira!" I scream.

"Be nice." Ira scolds me like I am a child. "After all, I still have a gift for you." I try to contain my anger.

"What gift?" I hiss. Ira chuckles.

"Well, I guess you are just going to have to follow the breadcrumbs Tobias." Ira says. The loudspeakers fizzle out. I kick the door open.

The hallway was eerie. Rust crept along the edges and the supports. The obsidian walls reflected my movement, causing me to jump every once in awhile.

"Calm down Tobias." I murmur to myself. I take out a flashlight and continue to walk. Eventually I find an elevator. I push the button for the sixth floor. It's the first floor Iven marked as might having Sugar virus cure. But the button doesn't do anything. Great, the elevator is broken.

"What a sad ending to your adventure." Ira says, commanding the speakers back to life. "Brave Tobias Easton survives Sugar virus, gets a car and supplies, drives thirty miles through summer heat and huge metal spikes, just so the journey could be crushed by a faulty elevator." He dramatically sighs. "If only Tobias could talk to someone who could start the elevator back up. Who had the control to turn back on the power? Who felt nice enough to help poor, poor Tobias rescue his beloved city?"

"What do you want Ira?!" I yell.

"First off, I would like an apology."

I sigh. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you." I say through gritted teeth. "Now turn back on the elevator" I growl.

"Try again." He says.

"I am truly sorry for yelling at you. I beg for you forgiveness." I say. I feel like I could hurl.

"Good enough." Ira sighs. "Now my second wish is that you would address me as sir and my sister as ma'm." I don't respond. I don't think I can choke up a yes sir to him. "Well, I'm waiting."

"Yes….sir." I spit out.

"See, was that so hard?" Ira coos.

"Could you start up the elevator?" I say.

"Try again."

"Could you start up the elevator, sir?" I manage. The elevator screeches to life.

"My last request, now that I have started the elevator for you, is that you thank me." Ira says. I can apologies, I can even call him sir, but thanking him? I would rather die. "I'm waiting." Ira says.

"Fuck you." I growl. The elevator halts.

"Excuse me?"

"I am NEVER thanking you." I yell. There is a long silence as I realize that my ego has ruined the whole mission.

"Oh, that's okay. You can stay in that elevator as long as you like." Ira says, his voice sugared with happiness. The speakers don't click off but not a sound is made on Ira's end. It takes about twenty minutes before I snap.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I am so so sorry. I never should have said that to you. I beg for you forgiveness. Please accept my apology. Please, sir." I say, getting down on my knees and clasping my hands. I hated pleading to Ira like this, but I don't have a choice right now. I hear his laugh gurgle out of the speakers.

"Oh Tobias, I always had a soft spot in my heart for you." He says. "I accept your apology." The doors spring open. "Level six. Enjoy your search Mr. Easton!"

I have a firm belief that you are not idiots, but just in case: I am not Veronica Roth, I do not own the Divergent trilogy, this is a fan fiction. Please post your comments below! They are really useful. If you have suggestions, please post them, I am very happy to read them. With school starting up my posts will be fewer. Just a fair warning.