I know I promised more action but I was desperate for an update so I wasn't able to add as much as I wanted to. But, I can assure you, next chapter is a pretty lively one. Also, I was thinking for adding a song for each chapter. Music is very important to a story so I was wondering if that might be an idea. Anyways, thanks for the reviews, follows and favorites. Here's chapter 14 :).

Some ideas are mine. Everything else belongs to Veronica Roth.

It never occurred to me how familiar a gun feels in my hands.

How my fingers fit every groove indented into the handle. How evenly the weight is distributed into my hands. Even the exact metal smell it left behind.

"Nash and I will be the captains,"

Jackson's rough voice broke me out of my reminiscing.

I was leaning against the wall of the train, listening to the wind howl next to me. I tried to cut Jackson's voice from my hearing, but he spoke so loud and demanding that I couldn't tune it out.

I looked out the opening in the car. It was just dusk, the sun still peeking out over the horizon. The sky had formed into a mixture of pink and orange, each color blending out as if I was looking at a painting.

Hearing my name, I turned my attention back to the center of the space. Jackson stood in the middle, gun firming in his hand as he twisted the rod in his eyebrow. He smiled at me and I scrunched my face up in return.

"Would you liked to be considered a transfer or a Dauntless-born?" He asked, taking a step towards me. My body didn't flinch like it normally did.

Damn, I guess this whole no fear thing is getting to my head.

"You and I both know the answer to that," I spat back, transferring my gun to one hand. It dangled at my side while I placed my other hand into the pocket of my jacket.

He looked at me for a few more moments, expression unreadable. His smell was nauseating and I was forced to breathe through my mouth.

"Transfers it is," He swiftly turned around returned to his original position. My fist balled up at my side at his response.

I heard Lily exhale next to me.

"You seriously are too defiant for my liking," She said, shaking her head in the process.

I smiled at her and nudged her with my shoulder.

I felt good that I could now talk to her without crying. We both recognize what happened to Mel, but we swore not to let it get the best of us. I wouldn't say that we forgotten her. My mother always told me that the best way to live on after someone you love dies is to never forget them.

Jackson looked to Nash, as if waiting for an answer. Nash simply stood in the same position as me. We were directly across from each other, except he was too concerned messing with his gun to even notice me.

Typical.

"I'll pick first, then," Jackson said, trying hard to establish authority even though it was obvious he already had it. He eyes moved along the transfers, making it look like he might pick one of them. Even though his choice was already clear.

"Theo,"

I rolled my eyes and walked towards him. Looking at Nash, there was a smirk on his face. The first time I ever saw one from him. And a small part of me wanted to punch it off his face.

"Ky," Nash said, not putting any effort into it at all.

"Trevor,"

"Haley,"

Jackson snorted. The whistling of the train drowned out any other noise beyond that. I couldn't hear the teams, I only saw people move either towards me or away.

And those towards me consisted of Trevor and Paige from the transfers and Joseph, Connor, Jasmine, Mason and Becca from the Dauntless-born. I knew Jasmine and Connor pretty well. We were friends more than acquaintances. But, I never really got to know Mason or Becca. Probably because they spent most of their childhood already training for initiation.

They're bloodthirsty Dauntless. The kind who paint their bodies in tattoos, have more artificial holes in their face than real ones, and get high from adrenaline.

It seemed in only a few minutes that Nash's team was already off the train. As soon as they left, all hell broke loose.

"Where are we going to hide the flag?"

"What's the plan?"

"Can we shoot the other people in the head or is that not allowed?"

"Does paintball hurt?"

I just rolled my eyes and sat down on the floor.

To think the last time I was like this was the day of the Choosing Ceremony. It's ridiculous how things have changed.

"Everyone shut up!" Jackson finally snapped, silencing everyone. His hair looked extra grimy today, being held up by enough gel to support all the men of Dauntless.

He grabbed a bag off the floor of the train and pulled out a black tin.

"Take some and pass them around," He muttered, removing the lid, revealing the fluorescent colors of more paint balls.

"Didn't we already get some?" Paige asked, shifting her gun in her hands. It looked too heavy for her, even though it was noticeably lighter than any real gun.

"And?" Mason answered, digging his hand into the tin. He looked like a kid who just got a piece of cake. His eyes looked black in the dark and you could barely see the streaks of neon green in his hair.

Becca followed his lead, smiling as she put some paintball in her pocket.

I should have known that Jackson was going to cheat. It was just in his nature. Even though he was first in his class two years ago and he won paintball during his initiation, losing to Nash wasn't going to happen.

When the tin reached me, I pulled out two paint balls: one purple and the other orange. I placed them in the pocket of my jacket and walked towards the doorway.

When Jackson appeared next to me, his familiar smell filled my nose. Not even the fresh air could mask the gasoline.

"Did you forget about my little promise?" I said through gritted teeth.

He made a low noise that came from the back of his throat.

"How could I forget? It's the closest we've ever gotten with your consent,"

A shot him a look and tightened the grip on my gun. Our stop was approaching and the familiar feeling of adrenaline began to kick in. Even though the most disgusting person in the world was next to me, nothing could prevent my heart from pumping.

And before I knew it, I was airborne.

Nash's team was at an old, beat-up warehouse.

It seemed like the most probable place to hide it. For the past few years, everyone's been at the pier or the old bell tower. No one's really gone anywhere else.

As we headed over the bridge that covered the dried up river, it seemed that the only people discussing the plans were Jackson, Mason, and Becca. Jasmine was speaking with Trevor, keeping her eyes glued to the ground and Paige had her flashlight out to see where she was walking.

The ground was covered in broken up pieces of cement and glass. I tried to watch where I was going, but the darkness didn't make that easy.

"Where do you think they hid it?"

I looked up from the ground to see Connor to my right. He was smiling and I noticed a dimple on his left cheek. Now that I think about it Connor was pretty attractive. He was nothing compared to Nash, but there is no comparison to Nash. He had sandy brown hair that was untouched from and dyes or artificial means and glossy light brown eyes that looked darker without any light hitting them. All in all, he wasn't a drastic Dauntless. If there was one word to describe Connor, it would be cute.

Our group halted when Jackson stopped and began to glimpse around, holding the flag in his hand.

"I'm guessing the warehouse," I replied, pointing to the dilapidated building a few hundred feet away. The top of it was in ruins, leaving the entire floor without a roof. Only a few windows remained intact and the moonlight glinted off the remaining glass.

Connor followed my gaze and studied the building.

All of the sudden, I saw a flash of light in the top floor. It was brief, and you would only see it of you were staring at the building.

"Did you see that?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Hey, Jackson!" Connor called, jogging over towards the leader. He turned around, annoyed.

"We're trying to find a place to hide the flag," He snapped back.

"They're in the warehouse," Connor breathed back. He was obviously intimidated by Jackson, judging by how timid he was.

Jackson turned to look at the warehouse and even in the dark, I could see him roll his eyes. "And why do you believe that?"

"Because we saw the light of the flag," I stepped forward, hoping to take some of the heat. "They're in the top floor. We can't go in all together, they probably have the whole place guarded,"

Connor smiled at me and I returned the favor. Jackson ruined the nice moment by opening his mouth. "What do you suggest then? What do we do with the flag?"

Wheels began to turn in my head. We can't really find a good place stationery to hide it. Basically every place has been used before. But there's one thing no one's ever done before.

And if they're distracted, someone can easily scale the building with all the rooks in it. We could play offense and defense at the same time.

My face broke into a smile as all the pieces fell together.

"I have an idea,"