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Chapter ten.

Tris pov.

"Uhm Max... When I said anything. It didn't really include sciencing up with the noses."

He gives me a strained look. "Yeah, because I'd give you a job that involves using more than one brain cell." He mutters.

"Excuse me, I'm-"

"Very good at combat." He waves off. "I'm aware. And you have at least half a brain. Which lets face it, makes you a genius here." He looks through a stack of papers in his desk as I twiddle my thumbs until he slides a file over to me. "Now tell me genius, what does this look like to you?"

I look through the first piece of paper seeing the average nose paper work. A lot of chemicals, substances, techniques. And there, just at the bottom. "They're making a new simulation." I remember the chemical symbols to produce and access a hallucination from my initiation. Will decided that me and Chris needed to learn what was happening through out our bodies during the fear landscapes. And no amount of complaining would get him to stop.

Max claps his hands together. "Very good."

I roll my eyes at him. "What does a new simulation have to do with me? You want me to test it?"

He shakes his head. "I want you to do the opposite." He says. "I need you to destroy it."

I cock an eyebrow at him. "And why would I do that?" I ask, not fully understanding why I'd need to destroy their latest fear simulation.

"Turn the paper." He demands and I flip through it. Guns, Food storage, ammunition. The usual Dauntless paperwork. "What do you-" My eyes scan a single word causing me to go silent. Army. "We're going to war?" I gasp. Why would we possibly need to go to war. It makes no sense, our factions work in harmony with each other. Each helping the others. Sure we have our preferences. Dauntless tend to stay clear of amity. Obviously. But we would never go against them, they produce all our food for survival. And we in turn keep them safe. The only other factions that don't get along are Erudite and Abnegation. Both wanting the government. But that... Would make perfect sense. "We're going to war on abnegation. Are you serious?" I say with disgust. Abnegation are powerless, it wouldn't be war. It would be a slaughter. "Like hell am I going to help sign up with the Erudite." I snarl launching on my feet. Throwing each item on his desk to the floor in outrage. But Max stays perfectly still almost appearing bored.

"Tris. What is our factions matrya?" He asks smoothly, acting as though I'm a child having a tantrum. I take the bait.

"We believe in simple acts of bravery." I snarl. "One that drives one man to stand up for another."

"So." He says clasping his hands together. "Do you really think I'd go to war on defenceless people, do you think the dauntless members would?"

"Well I-"

"No." He states. "No they will not. The Erudite however have a plan to stop us all from having a choice."

I flop back on the chair the fire in my stomach subsiding, for now. "Which is?"

He pulls at his grey hair in distress. His face going pale. "a simulation." He whispers. "A simulation that can turn all of us into puppets they can control."

My palms slam the table as I jump up. "They can't do that." I growl. Imagining all my friends. Chris, Will, Zeke. Turn into murderers without their control.

"They Can!" He screams. Coming up to join me. "They can and they will!" He looks into my eyes showing the desperation, the pain that this is doing to him. Our faction, the one that trains for everything, that protect the city will be powerless. Have no control. And that's killing him. I take a deep breath as I try to contain myself, try to become calm. But it doesn't work. "What do you want me to do?"

He looks me up and down, judging me until finally. "I need you to destroy the simulations hard drive."

…

I feel myself shake as I jump onto the train, all thoughts staying to one place. Protect. This isn't something I can have a couple of goes at, or one I can joke about. This is serious, hundreds of peoples lives are in my hands. And this is the only thing I can stay concentrated on. Once on the train I stay low checking my body to make sure everything was in place. I had my hair up in a high pony tail keeping my vision clear as I place a pair of fake spectacles on my nose. Max found a bright blue polo shirt that was high enough to hide the three ravens along my collar bone. Yet large enough to conceal as many weapons as humanly possible. Because in my opinion with a job like this it's better to play it safe. And with four guns and a bucket load of ammunition I certainly felt safer. The plan was simple, infiltrate Erudite, find the hard drive. Either destroy it or return it to Max and be back in Dauntless before Chris has woken up. Simple. I jump from the train when it reaches the hub making sure my hair was still perfectly in place and I try to mock the Erudites walk. Or rush. As they always seem to be in a hurry for some experiment or another. So that's what I do. As I enter Erudite for the first time, I don't know what to expect. But in reality a huge library wasn't exactly a far fetched idea. I try to blend in to the crowd, try to stop myself from wiping my palms across my trousers. But mainly try to navigate my way through the building. Max was very vague about the location of the hard drive. In fact I'm fairly sure he doesn't have a clue. The closest he got was and I quote. A room with a lot of computers in it, maybe some screens. Which was definitely not the most helpful answer, considering erudite was the most tech savy of all the factions. I opt for taking the stairs to the labs. Hoping I'll know what I'm looking for once I see it. Yet as I walk from room to room. I notice one thing. I have no idea what any of these things are. I watch as Erudite poke and prod rats, scan brains and test food. For what reason I can't be sure. And to be honest I'd rather not know. Until in the forth room as I'm about to leave the erudite to whatever is in their microscope a familiar face catches my eye.

"Caleb." I mouth. But he takes no notice. I try again. "Caleb." I say slightly louder. His head bobs up at this. Followed by raised eyebrows and a very confused expression. He excuses himself from his peers with the same manners of any perfect abnegation and I feel a smile spread across my face as he walks to me. Grabbing my elbow to guide me from the room. He walks me through a hallway in complete silence until we stop by a small door. He looks through the hall to make sure we're alone before opening it and shoving me in. A mop is there to great me.

"Well you need to work on how you treat your guests." I joke. He doesn't see the funny side.

"You. Are not Erudite."

"Wow. Well done." I say patting him on the shoulder. "I'm glad to see the Erudite are as smart as they claim."

He moves his shoulder away as he sighs pulling at his now long and remotely puffy hair. "What are you doing here Beatrice?"

I grimace at the full name, no one had called me it in years. "If I said I'm hear for a family reunion would you believe me?"

He gives me a pointed look which I take as a no. I let out a huff. "Okay... So you know that new simulation you guys have been working on..."

"How do you know about that?" He demands. "That is confidential information."

"Yeah." I say waving him off. "That's great and all but where is it?"

"I can't tell you that." He states.

"Caleb. I need to know."

"Well I-"

"Caleb." I hiss. "If I don't find it, innocent people will die. Do you really want that on your conscience?"

He stares at me then and I link my eyes with his, urging him to tell me. To help the abnegation. To help our parents. We stay like that until finally he lets out a long breath. "Follow me." He states as he rushes us out of the door. He leads me to the stairwell, from which we climb to the top floor, as swiftly as possible. Of course it was on the top floor. Well don't I feel like an idiot. The top floor is an unaccess point. Heavy metal doors keep it locked away from prying eyes. Unless someone had the numerical code for the key pad. Which Caleb just so happened to know. Some times having a nose for a brother really did come in handy. As the light changes to green the doors click open, allowing us entry. And I follow Caleb through yet another hallway to the last door on the floor. As we walk through the doorway I feel my jaw drop. The room contains hundreds of viles, a golden colour. To the left. And to the right there sits computers. Screens on every available surface. I examine it closely as .I walk to the computer data base in search of the disk. That's when I feel the familiar sensation of a needle sliding into my neck.

"Sorry Beatrice." Caleb smirks. "Faction before blood remember."

I turn to him a hand clutching against my neck. "What the hell Caleb! What kind of brother sticks a needle in their sisters neck!"

He looks me up and down with horror on his face, as if I'm malfunctioning. "You're not..."

"Not what?" I scream. "Not happy? What would possibly give you that idea?"

"No." He says in hushed tones. "You're... You're..."

"Divergent." A smug voice chirps up. "Just in time."

I look to the doorway to see Jeanine Matthews studying me with a large grin on her face. As though I'm a winning science experiment.

I reach for one of the guns in my waist band. Only to have two very large Erudite members grab my arms. Pulling them behind my back.

"Send her to room 605 gentleman." Jeanine orders. "I do believe we just gained a new test subject."