Four's POV

Four climbs up the stairs to the Leadership floor rather than taking the lift up. His boots clang against the metal in a steady rhythm. Steadier than his heartbeat and more reliable than his thoughts.

The email from Max requesting a meeting with Four wasn't unexpected, but Four had assumed it would have been a lot sooner than this. It took two days after the funeral to receive the email – two days of Four nervously waiting. Two days of pacing in his office as Max's voice replays on the PA system, echoing throughout every room in Dauntless. Even in his bedroom at night, Four could still hear the whispers of the Head Leader's message:

Anyone withholding information about the traitors and the rebellions' movements or any knowledge of their plans before the attack, then you will be held as equally guilty for the deaths of innocents. If you come forward now, the charges will be revoked and punishment depending on involvement discussed with Leadership.

Four shook his head and let out a shuddering breath when he stopped on the Leadership floor. One doorway cut Four off from the rest of the floor. He could feel his hands trembling as he stands next to the door. I am not a coward, he thinks as his fingers wrap around the handle, slowly pulling the door open. Four's jaw clenches ever so slightly at the strange look he receives from the receptionist, no doubt about coming from the stairwell and not from the lifts.

He strides forward, keeping his chin raised and shoulders back. He has no reason not to be there, but even as the receptionist's eyes follow him down the hallway, he feels like an intruder. Almost every office door is open, the Leaders and assistants are pouring over folders and reports. Some are scheduling repairs for the faction, others are checking and re-checking the lists of supplies the faction has left that had been sent up from the Report Checkers' floor.

Eric's door was shut, Four noticed. He couldn't have been more thankful for that small decency. While Four had only corresponded with Eric over the comms during work hours, he had yet to see the Leader in person. With the stress of an invasion to the Faction, almost losing Issy and trying to keep their ground on the Front, Four knew that Eric would be very snappy and quick to anger… And who does Eric normally direct his anger to?

Four.

He really didn't want to deal with Eric's response to Four's decision straight away, not after everything that had happened.

He shakes his head and takes a deep breath in before knocking on Max's door – another that was closed off. When Max calls out, Four enters the office and shuts the door behind him.

As unorganised as Max's office normally is, it has nothing on the current state of his office now… Four eyes the stacks on the floor and stacks lining the walls in discomfort. His hands twitch to organise everything.

A snort comes from the corner of the room. "You have the same look as Eric did when he comes in." Max moves to sit behind his desk, manoeuvring past the folders. The Leader rubs at his face, appearing too tired even before the clocks had hit ten a.m. "He now refuses to enter my office because apparently it stresses him out."

Four smirks. Eric is deeply amusing when his annoyance isn't directed at Four. His expression sobers up and Four settles into a relaxed parade rest. "You wanted to see me sir?"

"Ah, yes!" Max hums to himself as he shuffles the papers on his desk before he find the one he want and pulls it to the top of the pile. "I'm sure you have some idea as to why I've asked you here." Max pauses to send Four a small smile. Four, however, tries to swallow the lump in his throat. "Since Kim's betrayal to the Faction and the city, her department has been left in ruin. The checkers are trying to get all the reports under control but none of them are able to carry out the actions needed since that is not their job role. When promoted to Head of the control room, you took charge quickly and organised it with more efficiency than I've seen in all my years as Leader." Max took a deep breath. "That's why, as a united front, all the Leaders have agreed that you would make a good choice to take over Kim's role as Leader."

Whoop! There it is…

Four felt like he had stopped breathing entirely but he raised an eyebrow at the thought of the decision being unanimous.

Max, assumingly being able to read Four's expression, chuckled. "While Eric did argue for another soldier to be given the position, he agrees that you have the experience in Dauntless to lead and are respected in the Faction." Four was not expecting that… "You'll have to choose a suitable candidate for your replacement of course, and supply them with the necessary training and –"

Four's eyes widen as Max carries on talking, obviously assuming Four's answer.

"Wait!" Four calls out hurriedly and Max pauses, looking up at Four in confusion. "I can't have the position."

The Head Leader then snaps his gaze up to Four's. Disbelief and surprise flicker in Max's eyes and it takes him a moment to find his words. "What – what do you mean? Of course you can have the position! Its –"

"No!" Four shakes his head and breathes deeply. "I can't have the position. I – I don't want it." Four swallows as the lie slips from his lips. Even though he had been happy in the control room, Four had always thought of what he could become in later years. Becoming a Leader had been one of the ideas Four had thought about a lot. Sure, in his younger years, Four didn't want the position due to Eric and what direction he thought Eric was leading the Faction in. Now, Four was aware of the unmentioned truce between himself and Eric – a truce that may be no more… Four exhaled. "I'm happy with my current position in the control room." Truth, even if the position drains him. "I don't see myself as a Leader for Dauntless." Lie, sometimes Four had thought about going to Max about the prospect. "Even if I did, I don't think I'm the right man for the job." Once it would have been a lie, but now from his own choices that indirectly snowballed: truth. Four breathes deeply, the words form a sentence in his head and settle behind his teeth, waiting to be released into the open for all to hear. Four swallows again, pushing them down his throat. Maybe there they'll choke him.

Max suspiciously stares at him for a long moment through narrowed eyes. "I see." He glances down to the folder on top of the pile, one that held the forms that Four would have signed to enter him into the Leadership Program if he accepted the position. "That's a shame, it really is." There's disappointment in his dark eyes that Four almost shrinks under. "You've grown a lot these past years, it would have been nice to watch you grow into the person you could have become." Max waves his hand, dismissing him silently. Four stands there, unable to move. Max raises an eyebrow at him. "Four, is there something else?"

The words hover on the tip of his tongue – the reason behind his nervousness, the bead of sweat trailing down the back of his neck, the sorrow building in his soul. He wets his bottom lip before opening his mouth. "No," Four internally cringes. "Sorry." He takes a step back, turning towards the door.

Coward!

A voice echoes in his head as he leaves Max's office.

A voice that sounds a hell of a lot like Marcus.

xXx

Without knowing where his feet were taking him, Four found himself in the control room, his domain. He exhales deeply when Zeke waves him over and he reluctantly strode over.

Zeke sits at his station with Blake leaning against the wall, smirking as he held a steaming cup of coffee. Zeke's arms were waving around as he narrated something that happened in the Pit a few hours ago.

Sometimes, Four thinks to himself as he stops near the station, he wonders how Four ever became friends with Zeke – the loud, outgoing troublemaker – when Four himself was so quiet. Blake was similar, but since he was in the same initiation class as Hugo, both of the younger lads merged themselves into the ever-growing group on Declan's behalf. Declan was the same mystery as Zeke, but Four's deeply aware of why Dec became friends with Four. While Zeke happily adopted Four when the transfer didn't want to tag along with three ex-Erudites, Declan honestly wanted to be Four's friend, even with Eric sneering at Four.

"– Isn't that right Four?"

Four focuses on Zeke, who stares up at him with a sombre expression. "Sorry, what? I didn't catch that?"

Zeke frowns and glances at Four. "I was just saying to Blake, it was lucky that the cameras didn't cut out before we saw those fuckers trying to take Tris." Four's eyes widen, clearly the conversation had taken quite the turn while Four was lost in his thoughts. "I've been going through what tapes we have before the cameras cut out and I've noticed that most of the intruders have a fighting style similar to Dauntless. Odd, right?"

"It's possible that some of the rebel Factionless could have been kicked from Dauntless initiation and taught the rest what they know?" Blake offers up.

There's a silence between the three of them and both Blake and Zeke stare at Four like it's his turn to speak, especially since he's an initiation trainer. Instead Four swallows, suddenly feeling claustrophobic. He shrugs, and Zeke takes that as a good enough answer.

Zeke and Blake chatter back and forth between themselves, leaving Four to mull over his own thoughts. When Blake finally wanders back over to his own station, his break time over with, does Zeke finally turn to Face Four.

"You alright man?" Zeke's voice quiet, his expression firm.

"Yeah, I'm –" Four pauses as Zeke raises an eyebrow at his, a look of pure disbelief on his face.

Zeke begins to shake his head. "I may not be Candor, but I can tell you're lying my dude. C'mon, tell me." When Four doesn't say anything, Zeke sighs. "The others can't see it, but I've known you long enough to tell somethings bothering you."

Four hesitates. Zeke's right. They have known each other long enough to know something is up with the other, and yet Zeke hadn't noticed it all snowballing into the shit show it has become. Zeke only noticed at the very end, when it was far too late for anything other than acceptance – something that Four was still struggling with.

"Max offered me Leadership." Four says quietly and Zeke's elation over the prospect is immediate. "I turned it down."

"WHAT?" Zeke shouted, and nearly every head in the room turned to the commotion. Heads quickly ducked back down when Four glared at each of them in turn. His glare settled on to Zeke, who had slapped a hand over his mouth. "I'm sorry!" Zeke whispered. "I just – I didn't expect you to turn it down. Why did you turn it down? Was it because of Eric?"

Four presses his fingers to his temple. "No – I, I'm just not the right man for the job." Zeke opens his mouth with more questions but a hard look from Four silences him. "Just, please, leave it at that."

Zeke swivels back around to face his station, hands raised in defence and Four huffs as he retreats to his office.

xXx

A few hours later, Four stood with his hands either side of a punching bag, breathing deeply.

After Four had left Zeke in favour of the solitude of his office, he had sat at his desk. Reports of the usual day-to-day business had been swamped by screenshots of tapes, blurry faces and hours upon hours of footage trying to work out how many traitors they had in Dauntless. Of how many members Kim had managed to buy into the rebel cause.

For hours Four had been staring at the screen as one of the tapes replays on a loop. Four, as commanding officer, had been sent this tape to check over before sending it over to Eric, who will then forward it to Max and Harrison if need be. Though Four couldn't concentrate on his job right now as his eyes were fixed on the screen.

He knew the Factionless man tying C4 to one of the walkways before disappearing into the shadows of Dauntless…

Four snaps the pencil in his hands.

It almost felt like a taunt, her sending Edgar into Four's faction.

Four stands up suddenly, his chair thrown back onto the floor. He shakes his head, anger burning in his veins and his hands shake.

To hell with it and consequences be damned.

Four walks out of his office, ignoring the questioning looks of the workers around him, and walks out of the control room.

xXx

Four knocks on Max's office door.

Seven hours later and Four is back where he started, still sweating and hella nervous. This time, even as Four's whole-body trembles, Four doesn't back down when Max calls out.

Four opens the door and stands in the doorway until Max looks up.

"Oh!" Surprise is evident in his response. "Four." Max frowns, sighing quietly, but motions him in. Four closes the door behind him and steps further into the room. "If you're here to change your mind Four, I'm sorry but –"

"That's –" Four raises his hands up and Max ceases talking. "That's not why I'm here." Max waits as Four collects his thoughts, but his nervous and the building self-disappointment makes his words fall out like a rambling mess. "I'm – I'm sorry. I didn't expect it to get this far – hell! I didn't even know the true cause until it was too late. I –"

"Hold, hold on Four." Max interrupts gently. "What's this all about?"

"I – I taught the Factionless hand to hand combat but nothing less, I swear."

Silence settles over the small room like a thick blanket.

Max had slumped back into his chair, mouth agape with shock. When Max next speaks, his voice is calm but disappointed. "Are you saying that you knew for a while that the Factionless were arming themselves?"

"Yes," Four says slowly, pleading silently. "But not in the way you're thinking."

Max sighs and stands. "Be that as it may Four, by Faction law I will have to arrest you on suspicions of being a faction traitor." Four's shoulders slump down, having expected some leniency, and yet Four is willing to accept his fate. "You will be transported to the cells to await a private trial in front of the remaining Leaders and truth serum will be used to see whether or not you're guilty. Do you understand?"

Four drops his head in submission. "Yes sir."

Max inhales, and Four lifts his head ever so slightly to watch Max press one of the buttons on the desk. The intercom crackles when the line connects. "Harrison, can you come to my office to escort a prisoner to the cells, thank you." Max disconnects the line. "I'd like to believe your part in this was bought by lies Four, I really do. But until the truth serum is used, I can't have my familiarity cloud my decisions as a Leader."

There's a knock on the door before it opens, and Harrison steps into the room, closing the door behind him. The look on the other Leader's face is grim, but confusion sparks in his eyes when Harrison looks between Four and Max.

"Where's the prisoner?"

Max motions to Four. "He is."

The silence covers the room again and is only broken as air escapes from Harrison while his mouth opens and closes. "That's – but that's Four… I don't understand…"

"I'll brief you, along with the rest of the Leaders, later. Four?" Four nods once and holds his arms behind his back allowing Harrison to cuff him. Max nods to Harrison. "Take the hidden hallways. Only Leadership is to know about this. I'll scout the way up to the first opening and meet you there."

Harrison nods back. "Who's taking care of the cameras?"

Max, obviously one step ahead, presses a different button on his desk. The line connects and Four hears Zeke's distinct voice on the other end.

"How can I help you today sir?" Zeke asks, and professionality is an odd thing to be associated with Zeke, but it flows from him naturally.

"Zeke. Can you turn off all the cameras on the Leadership floor and those leading up to corridor 204?"

"I need Four's clearance to turn those off sir…"

"No matter, you have my permission to do so."

"Yes sir!" There's a faint clicking on the other end of the line and there's a few moments before Zeke stops tying. "All cameras in that area have been turned off. Give me a holla when you want them on again."

"Thank you Zeke."
"Sir!"

Max disconnects the line again and smiles slightly. "Four, before you leave, can I have your opinion on something?"

"Sir?" Four nodded, despite thinking he didn't have a choice either way.

"It may be a few days before all of the Leaders can all stand witness for your trail, so until then someone has to take temporary charge of the control room and you're other duties. What do you think about Zeke?"

"Zeke would definitely step up to the challenge, though I think it would be better if the job were split between two people. Cody would be best suited to share the job with Zeke. Zeke's familiarity with the Faction gives him the experience of Dauntless' layout but Cody's Erudite upbringing sets him on par with Zeke when it comes to the system."

"Thank you for your input Four." Max nods before gesturing to the door. "Time to go."

Four and the two Leaders step out of the office. They stop momentarily as Max locks the door and proceeds to move forward, clearing the path to the first hidden passage. A few seconds after Max had disappeared, Four lets himself be guided by Harrison down the hallway. As they get closer to the lifts, they hear Max urging someone to leave.

Harrison guides him around the corner and Four's knees buckle when he spots Tris. Harrison grips Four's arms, pulling him back to his feet. The Leader's eyes are set on Tris as she notices the small commotion and turns in their direction. The grip tightens as Tris' eyes widen.

"What's going on?" Tris' voice is high – confusion and worry seeping into her words. "Four? What's happening?"

"Tris, I will ask you all once more." Max begins to raise his voice. "Clear the way."

Instead Tris takes a step forward, raising her voice too. "What is going on?"

Issy steps up to Tris' right and lays a hand on her shoulder. Her eyes flicker from Four with his arms behind his back to the tight grip Harrison has on him to Max who is trying to gently push Tris back. Issy's golden eyes connect with Four's and Four can't help but lower his head in shame. "Tris, maybe we should wait in the break room?" The young captain pulls Tris a step back, glancing meaningfully to Uriah and Luke, who stand a few steps away.

While Luke immediately steps up and begins to pull Tris away, Uriah stands still. He stares at Four for a long time as different emotions shift across his face. Confusion morphs into shock after a few moments and then shifts into disappointment. Uriah hooks his arm around Tris and pulls her a little harder in the direction of the break room.

Max, aware that Tris now has less chances of launching herself at either of the Leaders, motions Harrison forward. He and Four begin to move again. Tris' cries echo down the hallways and Four strains his neck to look back. Tris cries, fighting against the hold of Uriah, Issy and Luke.

"It'll be okay Tris." Four calls back, ignoring the shared grimace between Max and Harrison. Worst case scenario, Four is either executed or made Factionless. "I'm sorry!" Four's eyes bounce from Tris to Uriah to Issy and back to Tris again. Harrison pushes him forward as Max opens the doorway to the hidden hallways. "I'm sorry, it'll be okay."

Tris' tear-stained face is the last thing Four sees before Harrison pulls him forward and the door shuts between them.

xXx

Four had been in one of the cells for almost a week now.

While he was aware that the Leaders had more important things to do, Four hadn't expected to be here this long. That's when Four remembered that it was the Trials this week and nearly every on still in the Faction would be preoccupied. The only people Four has seen recently is the guards that come to the door with trays of food for breakfast and dinner, sliding them across the floor and through a small flap at the bottom of the door.

As a prisoner, Four expected his environment to be worse than it is. He chalked it up as Max showing the barest bit of leniency that he could despite the circumstances. His wrists weren't shackled to the wall by a chain and Four was given freedom to walk around the small room. The only other thing in the room apart from Four himself was the cot against the wall with the thinnest mattress Four's ever layed on. They were so much worse than the initiation beds.

Though, Four had been very surprised that he hadn't had a visit from Eric but then again, maybe Max made the smart decision to keep Eric in the dark until Four's trial.

Four didn't want to see Eric for a while. His actions, directly or not, had caused harm to Issy. Four was very aware of Eric's reaction to Issy being admitted into the infirmary after the ambush – Zeke had told him in hushed whispers – but Four had known Eric for long enough now that he knows how Eric reacts when someone he loves is threaten or hurt. Four would do the same if Tris were put in that situation…

Tris…

Four drops his head with a sigh.

He should have just told Tris when he first received a message of someone claiming to be his mother. He shouldn't have even left the compound in search of someone he believed to be dead. And yet Four's curiosity had won out and he had come face to face with his mother.

Keys jangled the other side of the door, pulling Four from his pity party. The door swung inwards to reveal Max standing there with a guard holding on to the keys.

"I don't think these are necessary are they?" Max holds up a pair of handcuffs and Four slowly shakes his head. "Thought not. C'mon then." Max motions Four up and out of the cell.

Four stands, moving to stand near Max outside of the cell. The guard by the Leader shifts, clearly uncomfortable with the lack of restraint of Four.

"How did the Trials go?" Four asks, figuring that's the only safe topic to talk about right now.

"Good." Max nodded as he led the way. "Everyone was cleared, as expected, but we had a little trouble with Karlton, who administered Eric's trial."

Four snorted, not surprised. "Karlton's always had it out for Eric, sometimes Dec, and even me since initiation."

"That's because he didn't think anyone could be better than him."

"Yeah, among other things…" Four remarked, remembering the amount of shit Karlton got up to but none of the instructors could pin it down to him.

"At least in Leadership I can keep an eye on him."

Four shakes his head but doesn't comment.

They continue to walk towards the interrogation rooms in silent. When Four knows they're close, he glances to Max.

"Does Eric know?"

The sympathetic look was all Four needed.

Max scanned his keycard and the door popped open. He pushed it further and motioned Four to enter first. Four took a shaky breath before stepping inside.

In the middle of the room was a stiff metal chair with shackles on the arms.

Four looks around the room, spotting Lilah and Winnie first. Lilah stands with her arms wrapped around her sides, her shoulder just touching Winnie's. The older Leader lets Lilah lean on her. Harrison ceases his conversation with Liam and they both turn to look as Max follows Four into the room.

He finally meets Eric's eyes from across the room. Eric had been staring holes into Four as soon as Four had stepped inside. The Leader's eyes are glaring and flicked with a darkness that Four only sees when Eric is absolutely fucking livid… He hardly moves as he stands with his hands by his sides. Eric almost looks relaxed, but Four knows him better than that… Eric is primed to launch forward at any second and Four steps away from him cautiously.

Any other circumstance, that submissive action from Four would have Eric smirking smugly.

Eric didn't give him a response.

There was a tsk from Max before the Head Leader motioned Four to the chair.

Four didn't move.

He really didn't want to step any closer to Eric.

"Four." Max says quietly and quite reluctantly, Four moves towards the chair.

He watches Eric for any movement as he steps towards the chair. Four glances at Eric as he begins to sit in the chair. No movement. Strange for Eric but –

Fists grip the collar of Four's jacket, yanking him up.

Someone shouts as Four's back smacks against the wall.

The tips of Four's boots barely touch the floor.

Eric glares viciously down at him, his mouth twisted in a snarl and his teeth bared.

Four stares up at him, and for the first time Four is truly terrified of Eric.

During their many fights they've had over the years since the start of their initiation, they both had some semblance of respect for each other. Now, Eric stares at him with no familiarity in his grey eyes. Now Eric glares at him exactly like the rebellious Factionless Four has seen Eric bring in for interrogating.

Eric glares at him like Four is nothing more than scum.

And under Eric's gaze, he can't help but feel like it.

Fingers claw at Eric's arms but Eric pays them no notice.

Eric doesn't say anything as he stares deeply into Four's eyes.

Four doesn't fight back. There wouldn't be any point anyway, not when Eric's in this state.

Eric sneers, slowly shaking his head, as Four hangs in Eric's hold. With an inhaled hiss, Eric lifts Four from the wall and throws him into the metal chair.

Four's body aches as hard metal digs in everywhere and the force of Eric's throw sends him and the chair to the floor.

Four's cheek tingles and he can feel blood beading from the graze against the rough concrete.

Hands grip his shoulders and arms, and grab the chair, pulling them both up.

"Was that really necessary?" Winnie asks Eric as she dusts off the gravel on Four's shoulder. Eric, who had returned to his statue-like pose, merely blinks at Winnie, causing her to huff.

Yes, Four thinks, that was necessary.

Harrison grimaces but hold the needle out to Max. The other Leaders, par Eric who doesn't budge for anything, step away. Max huffs, taking the needle from Harrison and moves towards Four. Four angles his neck to the side and makes a small noise of discomfort as the thick liquid is injected into his system.

Four swallows.

Any thought that had resided in his head disappeared and Four struggle to think about anything at all. His mouth felt dry but when he tried to ask someone for a glass of water, his words glued themselves in his throat. His eyes struggled to focus on the people standing in front of him. Four knew they were important, he knew them all personally, but he couldn't put names to faces and he became panicked. He looked to Max in alarm but when the Head Leader began asking him questions, Four felt a calm wave wash over him.

He could answer questions… That he could do…

"Resident of Dauntless," Max began. "What name do you go by in this Faction?"

"Four." He answers instantly. He has no control of the words being shoved from his mouth and into the air, but with each that left his lips, the more he felt calmer. "Though some call me Number Boy too."

There's a snort from his left but Four can't look away from Max.

"Where does your allegiance lie?"

"Dauntless." Four frowns and a thought ebbs internally that it was a stupid question to ask. Four only just manages to grab a hold of the thought before it vanished.

"Then why did you meet with the Factionless?"

That's a good point, Four thinks. "I was meeting my mother."

"What?" The question slices through the room sharply and Four turns his head to the imposing Leader, Eric, his subconscious supplies for him. Confusion fills the Leader's face. "Your mother is dead. How…?"

"I received a message from someone claiming to be my mother about five years ago. I didn't believe it and so I didn't go find out. But then each month after that I received the same message until I went to the meeting place."

"How did you receive these messages?" Eric asked.

"I found them slipped underneath my apartment door."

Max steps closer. "What happened after you first met her?"

"We talked in person out in the city during my breaks. It wasn't until three years ago when she asked me to train her followers in hand to hand combat to protect themselves from rowdy Dauntless that abuse them. it took me only a couple of months to train them all but afterwards we had less and less meetings."

"Followers?" A young lass asks.

"She's the Leader of the Factionless."

"Well shit." Someone remarks but Four can't find who the voice came from.

Max looks towards the imposing Leader before looking back to Four. "Did you know what Evelyn wanted to do with her followers?"

"She wanted to approach the council and ask if they could integrate the Factionless into the city again."

"What about the weapons? Where did they come from?"

"I don't know. After the initiation class two years ago, I hardly got a message from her."

Another man stepped up to Max's side. "It appears Four wasn't given the full reason behind the request."

"Eric?" Max turned to the imposing Leader. "What do you think?"

Eric steps up and stares down at Four. "How were the messages sent and received for meetings?"

"We settled for little flags positioned in windows of empty buildings on the route of my run around the perimeter. White flags meant I was needed immediately, and grey flags meant there was nothing new to discuss."

"Have you cut ties with her, or are you still meeting."

Four shook his head. "I cut ties with her."
"When?"

"After Issy was injured in that ambush." Eric scoffed and shook his head. "I felt incredibly guilty that she was injured so badly. I didn't train them with any weapons. I didn't give them any weapons. But I feel like its by fault that Issy wasn't put in that situation." The desperation in his voice registers in his ears and he doesn't sound like himself in the slightest. "Evelyn knew Issy by her nickname –" Eric's head snapped in Four's direction. "– She knew her by Beta. I've never mentioned anything about my life in Dauntless."

Eric stares at Four for a long time before looking up to Max. "It might have just been a fool's coincidence that he knows the Factionless Leader, and his actions may have helped get the ball rolling, but I don't think he had any real reason to start a rebellion…" Eric glances to Four. "He's just a moron that wanted a parental figure in his life that didn't treat him like shit."

Max looks back to Four. "Thank you for your honesty." Four's body sags and he sucks in a deep breath. "I'm setting up a Leadership meeting tomorrow. We'll have a deeper discussion about Four's sentence tomorrow. It'll be a good way to start the program for our newbie before his trial the following day. Until then Four, you will be escorted back to the cells. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir."