Ok so I'm really enjoying writing this so far. I love the positive feedback!

Also, Lady-Draco79 asked if we used to sniff hand sanitizer to stay awake when in the classrooms…. we sure did! Haha. So yeah, for those who have not been through boot camp, it is definitely an experience. I could have written a whole story about that, but you know…maybe another time. Here we go for chapter four!

Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent.

Week 8, Day 5 Continued

Hours later, at 1130, I'm sitting at a desk in a large classroom. Our flight, forty females, on one side, and forty males on the other side. I'm not sure what these last two days are going to look like for us, before we have graduation and are released to our families for the weekend, but I hope this is the last time I have to sit in this depressing room. We've spent hours learning about customs and courtesies, weapon use, military law, and military history. When I would spend hours watching military motivation videos, sitting in a classroom learning about history was the last thing I was expecting.

Christina is on my right, Marlene on my left, and we are sitting in the second row. I want to move, to look around and see what everyone else is doing. We aren't supposed to move until an instructor comes in and puts us "at ease", but the door is behind us so I'm not able to see if it's even open.

"What's taking so long?" Christina whispers but she keeps her face forward.

"I'd like to know." Now I'm tapping my finger on my thigh. I hear the door click open and shut. That's strange, if it was an instructor, we would hear their boots stomping on the ground, but I can't even hear this person walking. I wonder if it's… sure enough, there's his voice.

"Relax everyone," Four says once he's at the front of the classroom. He places a stack of folders on the desk and then logs into the computer that's connected to screens on either side of the room. "We are going to spend the next hour discussing why I was observing you, what I was looking for, who was selected, and what you can do if you were not selected. We can also talk about what to do if you were selected but are not interested in the opportunity given." His voice is deep, and he speaks clearly with authority. It's difficult for me to focus but what he's saying keeps my attention. Not only have we spent the past weeks coming up with new conspiracies on why he has been watching us, but the fact that he has actually selected some of us. This feels like you're in gym class and waiting to see if you were good enough to be picked first…or if you're going to feel embarrassed because no one wants you on their team. Except this is a lot more serious that a school gym class.

He beings a slideshow on the screens, the first slide with a symbol of the earth with wings, a sword on each side of the earth, and what looks like a lantern on top of the earth. Interesting…

"I work for the office of special investigations; this is also known as OSI. This is a counterintelligence agency and also federal law enforcement. Basics knowledge of the job; it's the Air Force's version of FBI. There are offices that focus on things like drug use, human trafficking, security violations, criminal fraud, and so on. We are police, so you have a badge that identifies you as such. You will carry a gun on your hip. We wear civilian dress clothes, the males are not expected to shave, and your hair can be slightly grown out. You are still military and in the Air Force, but these things are to protect your identity and to keep a cover. Your rank is only for you and your wingmen to know, otherwise to everyone else you will just be known as "Special Agent." That's the basics so far. Any questions?"

He gives it a few seconds before saying, "Good. Moving on." Grabbing the folders on the desks, he scans them. "I am going to call a few names. If your name is called, leave the room and wait outside in a formation. If your name is not called, stay in here for a separate brief."

He begins to read through the names, on the male side I recognize Will and Al. There's another guy who looks very similar Sergeant Pedrad from the obstacle course. Then the girl's names begin; Marlene…Christina… even Lynn. It sounds like he's called too many names, even though only 12 people have left the room. "Beatrice Prior." I feel my eyes widen a little, but I move quickly, a little too quick and I knocked my hip on the corner of the desk. Ouch, damn Tris keep it together. I act as if nothing happens and exit the room, falling into formation with everyone else. Once there is 16 of us, no one else comes out.

Both the female and male flight drill instructors are standing at the front. They tell us to relax and give us permission to talk as long as they can't hear us.

"Oh my God, ok so are we the selected group or the group that's just going to our regular jobs? What do you guys think?" Christina says, a huge smile glued on her face.

"God Christina, stop smiling like that. They're going to come over here and think you're having way too much fun," says Marlene, but I can see she's also trying to keep a smile off her face.

"I don't know how I could have been selected. I can't even shoot a gun and you heard him, it's a police job," I rock on my heels to my toes and back down. Nervous twitch.

Then Al, who is standing in front of me, turns around to say his piece, "I mean they can teach you how to shoot a gun. How'd you do on everything else."

"Oh, she was amazing at the book stuff. Real nerd if you ask me," Christina winks at me.

"I also got a 100 on my physical fitness test…but thanks for leaving that part out."

"We know Tris! You're amazing…you just can't shoot a gun. I'm sure it's fine."

"Maybe we aren't the selected group?" Marlene suggests. Although looking around, I can see that would be very unlikely. I can't speak for the males, but all the females that were called out did the best in fitness, scored high on our written tests, and had no issues when it came to quick decision making.

"Hey Al, the guys from your flight that was called out here, are they going to security forces school?" I ask him. He glances around and then nods. "Most of them, I think there is only one or two guys here that aren't on a job contract for that."

"I think that has something to do it with it too, I mean all the girls out here we're going to be cops anyways."

"Not all of us though," says Christina.

"Ok well some of those other girls couldn't even run half a mile so… that would be a good reason for them to not be here."

The door to the classroom opens and everyone comes filing out.

"The rest of you, back into the class!" the male drill instructor yells out. We rush back in, filling the front rows of the class. Four scans the room, and I swear, he stares at me for just a few moments longer. I'm wondering if I'm just being an obsessed girl, silly crush and all, but Christina must notice because I feel her poke my thigh under the desk. At least if she notices then I don't feel as crazy.

"Those of you in here have been selected to potentially become OSI. I say potential because it's intense training and we need to make sure you are actually a good fit for the job. You need to get a top-secret clearance, and that might knock out about half of you. If you do not make it in this training, you will go to your original job that was chosen and continue your Air Force career with that. You do not have to make a decision right now, but by the time your families leave, you need to have a decision if this is the job you want to pursue. Does anyone have any questions?"

"Do we still get to deploy? Go out and shoot bad guys?" This guy asks loudly from across the room. He has dark hair with green eyes, a long narrow nose… not that I'm one to judge, but he looks like someone who is too cocky for their own good. I must assume correctly because I see Will roll his eyes.

"Yes, you can still deploy. Anything else?" The tone of Four's voice is actually saying, 'if you have any questions you should probably just google it because I'm done here.'

"Why are you Special Agent Four? Is that a nickname or your last name?" Oh my God Christina, why'd you have to ask that?! I want to hit my head on the desk for her blunt curiosity.

He squints his eyes at her. "Does anyone have questions about the job?"

When turns around to grab the folders, Christina looks at me and mouths "jerk". I won't pretend that he's the sweetest person, but has anyone been nice to use here?

"Are you going to be the instructor for the training?" I looked at who asked, and it takes everything in me not to hit her. Cassie, the girl who asked Four to help her with the harness at the obstacle course. I found her annoying since the first day of training, and this definitely does not help. I want to be surprised to see her in here, but she also excelled in physical fitness, and her shooting skills was one of the best.

"I'll be assisting and observing for final selections but no, I will not be your main instructor." Then after that, instead of asking if we have any more questions, Four begins to call out our names to get our folders. "There isn't anything interesting in these folders. It's just a form that confirms if you want to do this or not. We don't have you tell us face to face because we want to avoid people accepting the job because of pressure."

When my name is called, I grab the folder and pause for a moment before saying, "Thank you."

Something comes over his eyes and he says, "You're welcome." Tough voice, but nice response. I wonder what he's thinking.

Graduation day. The day where my life went into the next chapter, as if basic training wasn't enough. I raised my right hand, said the oath, and became an official part of the United States Air Force. When my parents found me after the ceremony, my mom had tear filled eyes and my dad wore a huge smile. I was surprised to see my brother, not that I expected him to skip this important day, but I didn't hear much from him throughout basic. I spent the weekend telling stories of my past weeks, listening to Caleb talk about all the great things he's learning, and facetimed Susan a few times. I wanted to tell my parents about being selected for a potential OSI job, but I kept it to myself. It felt weird to talk about something so unknown; I didn't know the job and I didn't even know if I would make it.

So, I pretended like I was just going my original planned route and didn't think about it much. Over the weekend it didn't feel like I had much time with Christina or Marlene either. We introduced each other to our families but then we were out all day, and when we would come back to the dorm to sleep, we had quick conversations before bed. This made me realize how much they meant to me because by Sunday I couldn't wait to get back into a routine with them… and then I felt guilty. I should have missed being with my family more… but this is why I left right? I was ready for this and my independence proved it.

My parents walked me to my building, and we said our goodbyes. My dad gave me a quick hug, a kiss on my forehead, "I'm proud of you, you know that, right?"

I smiled, "Of course I know that."

My mom's hug was longer, tighter, and I'm not sure she wanted to let go. Eventually she did, and then we said the "See you later" thing…and then they left. I stood there for a few minutes after they were gone and checked my watch. It read 1930, I was supposed to be back at my dorm by 2100. I should really enjoy these last moments before not having alone time again for a long time.

The track was across from our building, so I walked over and sat down in the grass that lined the outside lane. The sunset was over, but the sky wasn't completely black yet and the stars begin to poke through. I'll sit here until I see the stars light up the sky, that's always my favorite time to look up. The Texas heat didn't disappear with the sun though, and I was suddenly thankful that we weren't' supposed to be in uniform right now. They used to make the new Airmen hang out with their families in uniform but because of hostility towards the Military, they stopped having new graduates leave base like that. My skinny jeans weren't exactly my first choice for Texas, but unless I wore my knee length volunteer khakis, I didn't own any shorts that I would have felt comfortable in around my instructors. I had a tight fitted yellow t shirt on, I missed the color, and it was the only bright thing was going to have around me until we got back to our old wardrobes.

"You know there's a bench over there right?" I jump from the silence being broken. I turn around, and there he is, black dress pants, light blue button up with the top button undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. I'm not sure what to say, but I also don't want to do some weird awkward stuttering in front of him.

"I…I like the ground."

"Mm.." his lips tighten together and he raises his eyebrows. Ok so now he thinks I'm weird. Oh God, say something Tris.

"Aren't you uncomfortable? I mean…from wearing dress clothes…all the time." I definitely could have come up with a better conversation starter than that.

"You get used to it. It's nothing something I think about anymore." Honestly, I'm not sure if I actually expected him to continue talking to me. But he hasn't walked away yet. I'm about to ask him if he wants to sit down…which probably wouldn't make sense since he's in dress clothes, but he speaks first.

"Are you going to switch jobs? You haven't turned in your interest form yet." I'm surprised he noticed that I haven't, but it's probably not worth overthinking. This is his job.

"Yeah I am. I was going to turn it in when I got back to the dorm."

"Good. You have a lot of potential." My face shows my surprise because he continues, "You don't panic. In all the situations you went through during the training, you never showed a lack of competence or stressed out. It's impressive and something to be proud of. We just need to work on your confidence… a boost in your confidence is going to help your shooting."

"Oh…yeah… I've never even held a gun before…"

"Stop thinking about that, you'll get enough practice. Be confident." I smile at his words.

"You know, you aren't that scary," I look up at him as I say this. I see what looks like a smirk forming on his face.

"Don't tell the others." We stay in silence for a few minutes, and I'm not sure how to feel. I feel a little more validated for that crush I have on him, now that we've had an actual conversation. I also feel exhilarated that we had this conversation, and then I'm nervous because he's standing a few feet away from me and I'm not really sure what else to say.

I look up to the sky and let my smile grow.

"What are you smiling at?" Not sure if I should say what I'm thinking, but why not? He'll just think I'm a little crazy.

"When the sky is dark like this, and all the stars come out, it looks like the sky is sparkling. It's really calming." I look up at him again and he looks like he's thinking. It doesn't seem like I said anything too crazy, but he's hard to read. I check my watch, 20:43.

"I have to go. I need to get that form to the office before 2100." I stand up and he nods.

"Are you going to be around? I mean… I know you said you observe us still. But do you work with us at all…"

"We'll talk again." And with that he turns around and starts walking to the parking lot.

"Ok so did he mean, 'we'll talk again', as in him talking to our group of trainees? Or does he mean, 'we'll talk again' like you and him will be talking talking?"

"Christina, I have no idea." I plant my face into my pillow. Maybe I should just let myself suffocate now so I can stop overthinking every little thing. It's funny really. Four said I don't panic, clearly, he is horrible at his job.

"I think he likes you," I hear Marlene's voice and the squeak of her bed, signaling she sat down too fast.

"He doesn't know me."

"Well, you don't really know him, and you've been up in the clouds thinking about him since we first saw him." If I don't suffocate myself, I'm going to suffocate Christina.

"I'm not really into this whole teen angst feel that I've got going on," I mumble this as I lift my head from my pillow and then roll onto my back. Christina is sitting on the floor next to my bed and Marlene is now laying down on her bed.

"Hate to say it, but I think it's just beginning for you my friend," Christina pats my bed as she says this. I let out a groan.

"Ok, subject change. Christina, can't you tell us about Will or something?" Instantly Christina's face lights up and she starts chattering about Will. As soon as we graduated and it was acceptable to talk to guys, Christina found him in the crowd. This also meant that they met each other's parents, but apparently that all went well. We didn't get the details over the weekend because of immediate bedtimes, but now she was dumping out everything.

I tried to concentrate on everything she was telling us, but of course my mind kept slipping to other places. We'll talk again. Ok sure. Let's talk.

I hope everyone is feeling good things after reading this chapter! I love sprinkling in some actual conversations between Four and Tris. As always, thank you for reading and the positive reviews, keep them coming! I love to read them.