A/N: Hey everybody, this chapter is a little different. It's from Eric's point of view. A big thanks to Sheerio4ever for letting me steal Eric's back story from her fan fiction "How Eric Came To Be." You should all go check it out, after you read this chapter of course. ;)

Eric stalked down the halls of Dauntless, making his way to the conference room. When he arrived at the sliding metal door he placed his hand on a pad and waited for the door to open. On the other side of the door, in the large, windowless cement room, Max Powell was waiting for him. Around the conference table sat the other Dauntless leaders, Whitney and George, as well as Tessa Aserath and Jeanine Matthews.

"You're late." Max scolded.

"My apologize. I was called in to assist Four in the simulation room. Some pathetic Candor transfer pissed his pants in the simulation and couldn't wake up." Eric sat it his chair by Whitney, hoping not to show his fear of Max.

"Well, now that we are all present," Max leaned against the table, "lets hear what news we have. Whitney?"

"I've begun reviewing old simulation tapes, looking for specific character traits. Ability to manipulate the simulations, verbal recognition of where they are, that sort of thing, it's been slow going so far."

"Fine, George? The Abnegation?"

"Don't suspect a thing. They are so busy trying to forget themselves, they don't notice anything else. A little ironic when you think about it. I was also able to get my hands on past aptitude test scores, I'm taking record of all manually entered results as well as situations in which chosen faction and aptitude don't line up."

"Well done. Eric, how's initiation going? Any…candidates?"

"Only the obvious, the Amity girl. I don't really know what to make of her, she too tough to be Amity, but she sure isn't Dauntless either."
"I don't think so." Tessa interjected, "I've known this girl for nearly 7 years now. She's Amity, through and through. She's just good at playing Dauntless."

"Yes, because all Amity are such good pretenders," Eric snipped, "a trait of Divergence is ability to hide and pretend. What you just said only makes me more suspicious."

"You're talking about Lily Abercrombie, right?" Whitney asked, "I watch her test and fear simulation today. It wasn't very Dauntless, but it also wasn't raising any red flags."

"And she tested into Amity," George added, "automatically."

"She's an Amity in Dauntless." Eric scoffed.

"She's not the first." Tessa said, "Remember Mai? She transferred just last year, tried too at least."

"This girl is not Mai." Eric growled.

"We'll keep an eye on her." Max said exasperatedly, "Tessa, do you have anything to report?"

"The gossip mill is running, people come in to my shop at least every other day talking about Abnegation corruption. No one has dropped the word Divergent yet, but I can speed that process up at your word."

"Not yet," Jeanine said, standing from her chair, "this is a delicate matter, and it's clear this process is going to be slower than I expected. Erudite will release the first warnings of Divergence when I see fit. Now, it would seem that we have nothing left to discuss until you all get your little projects in order. We'll meet again in two weeks to discuss your progress, do not disappoint me."

"Of course not," Max said, using his handprint to open the door for Jeanine, see you in two week Ms. Matthews.

Eric watched as Jeanine strutted down the hallway. He had always hated her pompous attitude, but he yearned to have the same commanding air as her. For an Erudite, she was absolutely terrifying.

"Eric," Max's voice broke him from his thoughts, "about this Amity girl. I want you to keep a close eye on her, find her weakness."

"Of course sir."

"And, if at all possible, don't let her get through initiation. If she is as dangerous as you seem to think she is, I want her gone. Either put enough blocks in her way to make her fail, or put enough pressure on her to make her quit."

"Sir, she's first rank, how exactly am I supposed to make her fail? And as for quitting, she's too attached, she'd sooner jump into the Chasm than quit."

Max fixed him with a cold-hearted stare that made him feel as if all oxygen had left the room. When he spoke, it was with a tone so sharp it could cut steel.

"Then make her jump."