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I am escorted out of the Abnegation headquarters building. I rack my brain for the reason I'm here. I'm Dauntless, so I shouldn't be here. The Dauntless man takes me down the Abnegation streets. All around me, the Abnegation walk in small clumps, steps synchronized perfectly. They do not talk or interact. I find that strange, but I guess I've just gotten used to Dauntless- the yelling and running and exaggerated hand motions we tend to use when we talk.
The two of us stop by a train that is not moving. We wait and are joined by two other Dauntless. I realize I don't recognize any of these three- they must guard the fence and I never see them.
We board the train and it rolls on the track- slow at first, then picking up speed. I recognize the path as the one that will take us to the Dauntless sector of the city.
My legs beneath me seem too steady and strong for being on a train. I feel a vague sense of loss tugging at my stomach, but I couldn't possibly think of what it is. I look over at the three Dauntless, who are talking.
"It is a nice day," a blond man says.
"Yes, it is," a woman replies.
"It is, indeed," a taller man says.
They babble on about the weather, but their expressions look like they are having a deeper conversation. I watch closer, and their lips don't match their words. Strange.
The train begins to slow down and we get off and walk to the glass building that is over the Dauntless compound. The four of us walk through the glass doors and I look down into the Pit below our feet. It is completely empty. It must still be very early in the morning. The taller man turns toward me.
"Go to the control room and monitor," he says. I watch the scruff on his beard, and it slowly rises and sways on his face as he talks. I instantly feel like I want to follow these orders very badly, though I usually don't like orders.
"Okay," I say. I don't remember being told exactly what I'm supposed to do, but I feel like I already have the information, and it will come naturally once I get to the control room, so I don't ask any questions. I turn on my heel and walk off, my steps rhythmic, my arms moving in perfect sync at my sides.
The room is a little dim, as usual, and the wall I face is covered with screens. I sit in the chair in front of them all, and my fingers flit across the keys, guided by the information I know. I still don't know the origin, though.
"Tobias," I hear a girl's voice behind me.
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