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Chapter 19

Eric's POV

"I swear I don…"

I interrupt the grumbled lie from Four by pushing his head back under the water in the bucket in front of him. His body thrashes convincingly as I watch his hand waiting for me to give me the signal to let him back up. I pull my hand away and his upper body flies up, gasping for air as he leans back in the chair.

"I… don't… know… where…" He pauses in his halting insistence to gasp for air for a couple more moments, "The safe houses are."

I lean against the table lazily, "Well, Eaton, you know what that means." I glance up at Peter for a moment. He is staring at me like he has me completely figured out.

I keep eye contact with him as I push Four's head back below the water. After a moment his stare leaves mine and goes to the door as someone pushes it open.

"Eric, Peter," Jeanine says nonchalantly as she enters the room, "I think it's time to call it a day." She glances at me and I quickly let Four up, and step around the table so that Jeanine can lower her voice to address only Peter and I. "Peter, take Mr. Eaton back to his cell, I have a theory that he will talk after what I have planned for tomorrow."

We nod in agreement and I follow Peter out as he drags Four behind him. After we have deposited the prisoner off at his cell, Peter grabs my arm to stop me from walking to my room.

"What was that?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest in an attempt to look tuff.

I open my mouth to deny it, but in this situation I don't really think I have anything to worry about. Peter is a spineless little worm whose loyalties are up for the highest bidder. When Max offered him the guard position during the attack, he had no issue being awake while his fellow faction members were controlled and forced to murder the Abnegation.

I glance around, calmly checking if anyone is within earshot, "You and I have both learned during the past couple months that the moment you start underestimating your enemy is the moment you end up with a bullet in the shoulder or foot." I roll my eyes before adding, "Or a knife in the back. I don't plan on being on the wrong side this time."

With that I turn and walk back to the office that I have converted into a bedroom. When I open the door, Jeanine is perched on the edge of my desk, studying a file with a pleased smirk on her lips.

"Eric," She greets me without looking up, "I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that the doctor has cleared our Ms. Lester for testing, we begin tomorrow."

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