She awoke to more pounding on her door and groaned. She rolled over in her bed hoping to find Eric, but he was long gone. She got up slowly expecting to be dizzy from all the drinking and grabbed a robe as she headed to her front door. She just wanted to be in a sleep coma today.
Bart and Murphy were there and quickly shoved her back into her apartment and double locked the door. The look in their eyes was alarming.
"What's going on?" she asked as Bart began going through her place grabbing her weapons and placing them in a backpack. This wasn't usual behavior from the men before her.
"You need to leave the compound. Hell Camille, you need to leave Chicago!" Murphy was freaking out as she saw Bart barely hold it together.
"Bart?" The words came out weaker then what Cami had wanted but they did the job. It got her answers.
He took a deep breath before ordering Murphy to her bedroom to pack her some clothes.
"You've been exposed. They're pulling the meeting together now in front of the entire faction. Four overheard it and came straight to me. I don't know how much of a head start we got you, but you listen to me. You go to the wall by the 48th door and knock five times. It will open and on the other side someone will take you to safety. Understood?" She tried to protest, but knew that it was no use at this moment. If the whole Dauntless faction was coming after her for retribution she was at least going to be dressed for the occasion, so that's what she did.
She came back dressed quickly and demanded to be told who outed her.
"You are not sending me to the middle of the damn fence in broad daylight if I am running for my life without telling me who is doing this!" The veins in her forehead practically popped out in rage.
"There's no time." Murphy spoke.
"Eric." Bart said causing Cami to look at him in shock, especially after last night.
Time was not on their side.
She was speechless as they rushed her out of the apartment and down a back set of steps. Bart got them access through a part of the initiates training area as they ran through it and down another set of steps to the ground. A motorcycle greeted them and Cami shook her head.
"Cami, we love you." Bart said and Murphy nodded.
"Don't say goodbye." She climbed on the bike with her backpack.
"Go!"
She started the bike just as she heard commotion coming their way she couldn't think of the whys when she needed to survive.
She had to get to the fence, but was sure that the Dauntless on patrol were already alerted of the incident and would shoot at her. What even was on the other side of the fence? She had to be near the 48th door; she gassed the bike and soon enough bullets were at her. One hit her in the arm just as she approached the door. She did what she was instructed and was pulled through by what appeared to be a man with a black mask covering his face. He knocked the wind out of her.
When she caught her breath she demanded to know who he was as he pulled her with him to a truck. What if this wasn't who she was supposed to meet? She was going to die either way so she got into the truck and noticed instantly that the windows were tinted dark as her captor got in as well. She stared in disbelief as he pulled his mask off.
It was Cooper.
Back at Dauntless, Eric had just done the worst thing ever by outing Camille to the faction. He stood a top the Pit and told them everything. How she had covered multiple murders, how deceitful the leaders were, how Max had Ava killed to try to pin it on Erudite and Alexi murdering him, and he went on about other events. They were charging around the compound to find her. He had hoped that she escaped somehow.
He headed to find Bart. He needed to know if she was okay.
After finding him and getting punched in the face by Bart he learned that she had escaped and that there was a tip causing them to get her out in time.
"You just made yourself a fucking saint Coulter!"
"I was protecting her!"
A group had gathered around the raging men. Unsure of what they really meant. They just wanted to see a fight. Dauntless had waged a war against one of its own. No one was safe.
Bart laughed, "Well you sure as hell have a funny way of showing it. She was shot on her way out you know?"
The blood drained from Eric's face. Had she escaped but not made it out alive? As if Bart read his mind he told him that it was in her arm and she should survive. Eric questioned as to why that particular part of the fence, but Bart had him removed from his sight.
"How are you alive?"
Where ever they were headed the ground was bumpy and covered in what appeared to be red dirt. Cooper kept his eyes on the drive in front of him and avoided every question Cami asked him.
He looked older now slight wrinkles and expression lines stayed. His hair now had a shade of grey to it as well as his beard. The man that had trained her was familiar but something about this now felt sinister. How was he alive? Her arm had stopped bleeding the second it was wrapped in a cloth. She still had to try something. She fidgeted in the passenger seat enough to have a knife that she could quickly grab if she needed to defend herself.
"Put the knife away kid. Of all people I'm not a threat to you." It was so casual as he told her to stop.
"Then where are we going?"
"The Bureau. They monitor the cities. They created the factions and basically this whole fucking experiment after the wars."
She was silent trying to figure out what this meant, but he continued.
"The Chicago experiment is going to fail soon kid. There's too much need for power, so Erudite will probably take everyone in that city out."
"My friends…Bart…"
He glanced at her, "Bart knew what this meant."
A building came in view finally after they had been driving for what seemed like hours.
She asked it before their time together was up, "Why did you save me from there?"
He chuckled, "This is the thing I never wanted you to find out. I never hoped that the situation would escalate and that you would die in Chicago old and happy."
He stopped the truck and turned to her, "Camille, I'm your father."
Shock was an understatement.
She silently followed him instead of the large building. She wished that she would've known her father and here he was the one who trained her for this terrible job.