A/N: Hello! Since next few chapters are all Tris and her family, I combined 35, 36, and 37 like I did with 15 and 16.

35, 37 & 37- The Control

The guards leave me alone and I stare at the screens. It looks like there are cameras on every inch of this place.

There is a war. I see a bunch of armed people dressed in black marching. They shoot at random bystanders.

Then on a different camera, I see the girl—the threat—drowning. I blink in confusion and watch as she goes limp in the water, oxygen bubbles come out of her mouth. What happened?

The room is dark, I can't see much, but a figure is pounding the glass, breaking it open. Water pours out and the threat gets to her feet and runs off with the person who saved her. I squint hard. Her rescuer is a middle aged woman, and she looks like the girl.

I grab the walkie-talkie off my desk and push the button.

"Bizarre activity in room B13," I report. "The girl that was drowning in there was freed and is now on the move with an older female, presumably her mother. They are northbound toward A4."

"Copy," A male voice says back, and then I see a bunch of soldiers depart their line and begin running north. At the rate and angle they're going, they will intersect the girl and her mother soon.

I watch as the girl barely manages to stay in camera view. Is there a blind spot? Then I see her mother get shot. The girl crouches over as a sob chokes through her. She stays like that for a brief moment, and then she's gone, out of the camera view. I pick up my walkie-talkie.

"Threat's mother eliminated," I say. "I lost visual on the threat."

An angry voice bubbled through, "What do you mean you lost visual?" I realize belatedly that it's that woman I was with earlier.

"I don't know, she's not on the screen anymore! She found a blind spot."

She makes an annoyed noise and I heard her walkie-talkie disconnect. I lean back in my chair and watch the screen.

I watch the cameras for an immeasurably period of time. The chaos in the city gets progressively worse, to the point where I can't even make out who is dying and who is winning. The screens are turning red. I feel a little nauseas, so I turn and ignore the screens.

"Four!" My walkie-talkie beeps. "Can you get visual on the girl?"

I turn back to the screens and begin carefully studying each screen desperately, trying to find her.

"No. No, I can't get visual on the girl."

The man curses. His voice is tired and rough, and a mental imagine suddenly appears in my head to go along with his voice. He has lots of piercings and a foot injury. His name is Eric. Eric and I are friends.

"If you ever spot a single strand of that blonde hair, you tell me, you understand?"

"Yes, sir, I understand," I say, trying to keep my eyes peeled and on every camera.

"It doesn't make sense. How does she know where all the blind spots are?"

"I don't know."

"When I get my hands on her," He laughs. "I'll kill every last member of her family and make her watch. Or better yet, I'll make her kill them!"

I frown. "That's a bit cruel, don't you think?"

"Stay out of it! Just tell me if you see her, got it?"

"Yes."

"Copy." I hear the click of his device being disconnected.

Suddenly a different device clicks on. "I HAVE VISU—"

Gunfire sounds, and the guard's voice cuts off abruptly.

"Where is she?" Eric snarls. "She's killing our men! Where is she?"

Then I see her. She's standing over a fallen guard, her face twisted into something of physical pain and emotional distress.

"I've got visual," I say, trying to talk quickly. "She's on screen C49. She isn't alone. She's getting into an elevator with a middle aged man—her father, possibly."

"I need two guards at the doors of every elevator on every floor! Now!"

I tense my muscles, watching the screen with a nervous gut.

"She's going up," I announce.

"TWO GUARDS AT EVERY UPPER LEVEL ELEVATOR DOORS, ONE AT THE LOWER FLOORS. LEAVE HER NO ESCAPE ROUTS, IS THAT CLEAR?"

I watched security scatter. The elevator stops. "Movement has stopped on the eighth floor," I say.

The doors open, and I watch chaos erupt. I watch her father get murdered, and I can't help but feel a little bad for the girl. She's watched both her parents die today.

I take my eyes off the screen. She's in the security's hands now. They'll eliminate her.

"Good job, Four." Eric says through the walkie-talkie. "I'm proud of you. We'll take care of her from here."

"Good," I say flatly. "It shouldn't have taken so long. She's one girl."

"She's a fighter, Four. This wasn't easy. You did well."

"Thank you."

He laughs and then the line disconnects again. I close my eyes against exhaustion and the blood and death on the screens.

"Tobias."

A/N: I am so sorry about this whole thing. I had no idea what on earth to do for three chapters of him sitting in front of a computer. My little sick day home from school turned into me being out all week with the flu, so I had a lot of time to glare at my computer with my earbuds in and wonder why I decided to do this in the first place. Here it is. I'm sorry it sucks, but the next chapter he goes back to being my baby, so it'll be a lot better. Just stick with me here. I love you.