Eric's POV:

Age: 24

I hopped out of the back of the truck we used to get over to the building, having Four join me as well as the other leaders that they hired on for the rescue team. The darkness came through the area, the tint of blue was coating the skit and the buildings above from the moon that hiding behind some of the clouds. I brought the gun close to my body as I followed the rest of the group around the van and over to the building that we were going to go to. The building itself was till high up in the air, giving me a feeling that someone or some faction was still using it, since most of the places and parts of Chicago were too run down for factions to take care of. This building looked the newest in the area, something I didn't really think of before.

"No sudden movements and no shooting unless completely necessary. We are here for the victims that were taken." Max reminded us as we got our guns loaded, following him as we opened the doors and heard nothing at first. Would we run into trouble? How many of those soldiers that were taking people were in here in the building as we got into the lobby. There was literally nothing there in the lobby, the front desk was still there but with some cracks and muscle grease behind it. Everything else was gone. We walked through, guns aimed out and ready for anything as we were walking without making a sound or a noise at all. As a group we made it over to the elevators, having me see Max pull out his 3D map from his watch that he downloaded before we left for the mission, having all of us watch as he pointed to the map with his free finger.

"According to the coordinates on the map, we have a few floors underground that were not part of the original schematics of the building. They were built about 20 years back with the hopes of this being another building for medicine, but there have been no activities about since it was built." Max explained, showing the blue print and the two added layers of flooring that was on the bottom of the building, being underground.

"We go down to the two new levels, stay groups of threes and fours, not pairs. I want Group Alpha on the provision spectrum and Group Delta on the recovery spectrum. Delta, you go and find the captive citizens and bring them out here to safety to the trucks." I was part of the Delta team, along with Four and we nodded to Max showing that we listened. After we were assigned what to do, I was left with Four and two other leaders in our own group of four.

"So how do we get down there from here?" one of the leaders in our group asked since it was now the four of us. The other group went off to find whomever was taking the hostages. I looked around for a second, then seeing the elevator door opened and not being occupied. I walked over, being followed by the other three in the group. I walked into the elevator, seeing the chrome setting that was around the small area and having me to start my brain on working on overdrive. Where would the place a set of stairs, or even a secret button, to get to the two lab floors below.

"If they were wanting to make the bottom two floors a secret, then they would have to hide the way down there pretty damn well." I explained aloud, looking around me in the elevator. Four and the other two did the same, having me search with my eyes and my Erudite driven brain come into play to push out the Divergent part of me that wanted to emerge. They wanted to hide the way, but where would they hide it? How would they hide it? It made me think, how would you find a hidden spot in a mall elevator?

"Look." One of the other leaders said aloud, pointing to is gloved finger at the board where the buttons were to each floor. We all looked, seeing what took him by surprise: A bright red sign that was diagonally across the panel that read: Out of Order.

"I'm prone to think that this building wouldn't really be okay with a Out of Order elevator." Four said aloud in a snort, having me look round the elevator in agreement and a nod of my head. It seemed such coincidence, Four was in fact right. Why would this elevator not "work" for so long? I then pressed my hand against the sides of the elevator walls, against the panels and something went off inside my head. I reached into my pack that I was wearing for the mission, feeling around for a second before I took out what I wanted: a flare.

"Eric?" Four asked as I held out the flare in front of me.

"There is a way down the two floors into the lab. If they use this elevator to get there, though it doesn't work, there is a secret way to use this elevator." I explained to them, seeing them all take a step out of the elevator and watch as I lit up the flare. Within seconds the small cube was lit up in red and the smoke filled the room, having me avert my eyes and look down and around. The smoke was staying still, though some of it was going out of the elevator and into the lobby. It must of looked like I was crazy, but I knew what I was doing. I watched carefully with my eyes, not moving the flare that was over my head and glowing in the small cube as I then saw what I knew that there: A trap door. I saw the smoke seeping through the crack of two panels, having me smirk and tap the one panel that was in front of me. It felt loose, then letting my fingers dig into the side, the panel falling off and hitting the floor in a loud clank.

"A clever way." I said in a smirk, having the four of us peer into the darkness beyond the panel and seeing a set of stairs going down into the abyss of darkness and mystery. We started to go down the steps, our lights on our guns showed us the stairs and how we were going into a newer setting, as if it was made yesterday. After a few steps down, we found another elevator that was opened and ready for someone to take, anyone really. We all stepped into the elevator and then we head a voice going up and over us in the small cube.

"Welcome to the lab site of Sector 13, Site J. We hope you are having a pleasant day and that you are filed with peace and compassion." I looked down for a moment, where have I head that before? It sounded so familiar, as if it was ingrained in me.

"Because of the recent incidents involving the threat of loosing our supplies and our information to the other factions, we have decided to stop with production and decreasing in our supply shipments." the voice continued as we felt the elevator move without us touching anything. We were going down, farther down that I anticipated. They must of built the two new floors way underground to get out of range of people, or Dauntless for that matter, in finding it.

"What were they selling?" Another one of the other leaders asked aloud as we felt the elevator stop and the doors open. I was floored in what I saw, the pristine floors and the high walls around us were white, showing that nothing really did happen here. it was as if, for some reason, I was in a science lab in Erudite. Why was I thinking about Erudite now than ever before? It didn't make any sense to me as we walked out slowly.

It was in fact a lab, having me see it clearly with all the technology there and burners, along with files everywhere and panels up with people's faces there. I knew this all too well, since it looked like something we did back in school at the Erudite faction. We slowly created in, guns up and ready for anything as I scanned with my eyes. This was very recent, as if they were literally here hours before we got here. But it looked like also there was a struggle or some kind, a fight broke out. Shattered glass from beakers were on the floor, along with some blood and papers all over the counters and floors. Something went wrong, very wrong as I looked behind me as Four. He had the same look as me.

We were dealing with something beyond our measure.

"Look for anything involving the missing citizens." Four ordered, having the four of spread out and look around us in hops of finding some kind of source or clue. I looked on the counters near me, hearing the footsteps of the others behind me and to my sides as I saw the files that were spread out on the counter. They looked like the same files that I saw from Max mere hours before that morning, a picture of the person missing and their information. But this time, I saw something else written on the side of the picture, as if written in pen.

Divergent.

All of the files, said so, and the people on there looked rather normal to me. They all were a mixture from the five factions, event Erudite and Dauntless.

"They were Divergents." I said aloud to anyone who would hear, hearing Four walk over to me and look as well. I pointed to the picture of the people that were photographed, "Not one person in this pile isn't a Divergent."

"What would they want with the?" Four asked me in confusion.

"They are said to be dangerous and unable to control, but why take all of them and have them hide out? Wouldn't they just be factionless?" I asked in annoyance at the thought of it. Four then pointed to another file that was there, having me see and look in now pure shock and more confusion.

"Some of them where factionless. Whoever was doing that was taking them off the streets." Four explained, having this whole thing become more threatening and more of a scare for me to handle as a leader.

"So, what? They take the Divergents, and then what?" I asked with a shrug of my shoulders, having me see him shake his head to show that he too had no idea on what to think about it.

"Guys!" We both heard, having the both of us look up and see one of the other leaders in our squad point over at a glass door that read "Do Not Enter." on the front in bold red letters. The both of us walked over with the four member in our battalion, seeing that it was sealed shut. But I peered beyond the glass, wondering why they would want no one to go in there. There were more scientific tools there, but then I saw something that made me skin crawl: jail cells.

The prisoners were in there.

"Back up and take cover." Four said aloud, grabbing a grenade from his own pack and the three of us ducking behind the closest desk that was a bit away, knowing that we would not be harmed. He started the grenade and hopped behind the desk next to me.

"Once the door is breached, go in and find anyone there and we need to get out." He explained as we waited. As soon as he finished, we heard the grenade go off and the glass shattered into a thousand pieces. But once the door was opened by force, we then heard the alarm go off. Damnit, I knew this was too good to be true as the four of threw our hoods over our heads that were on our uniforms to hide our faces. We all bolted away from the desk, through the smoke and beyond the damaged door and into the new room. One of the leaders took out the cameras in there within moments as I looked in the jail cells. There were people in there for certain, in gray prison clothes and looked at if they were on the brink of death. I felt my own stomach turn when I saw them look up at me, their hands over their ears from the alarm and fear in their eyes from seeing my gun.

"Release them and get them out of here to the van." I barked at the two other leaders, seeing them go to each cell and jam the back of their guns on the door locks to break them. I could hear sobs of relief and sobs of fear as each person go out and huddled together like cattle, not knowing where to go. I got to the last cell, seeing nothing at first, but a body on the floor and the body facing me. But the face was covered by short hair, short red hair that looked layered and wavy. The body was a female, from what I saw since it was curvy. But what caught my eye and made me almost scream, what the earrings that I saw on the body.

Bullet earrings, with a jewel on the top.

I jammed my gun on the lock, throwing open the door with such source I felt as though I almost broke the door in once swipe as I fell to the knees in front of the body and threw off my hood to see more clearly. I carefully reached out, my gloved fingers touching the hair that was hiding the face of the person I hoped it was, praying it was, and yet dreading. I prayed it was both her and not her. Her for the sake to know that she was still alive, and not her since she was here and not responding and might be dead. I pushed away the hair, seeing the freckles and pale skin that now looked like death. I sobbed, felling sadness and pain soar through me.

Wendy.