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Cara waits for me to say something, though not patiently. Her arms are crossed and her foot is tapping furiously. But her voice is surprisingly gentle when she finally says: "We don't have much time, Four."

"What do you think Jeanine did with the information she stole?" I ask her.

Cara looks at me in surprise - obviously not what she was expecting me to say. "Well," she muses, " I don't think she would have put it on the mainframe - too many people potentially would have access. Probably it's in her private lab. Yes, definitely, that's where it would be."

"Do you think you can get in?"

After a moment's hesitation, she nods firmly.

I walk over to a small refrigerator unit next to the metal table, where I saw Jeanine put the syringe of purple serum. I shoot the lock off and see rows and rows of the stuff.

I hold one up and shake it. "I am going to write a program to insert me into Tris's simulation, with the information you get from Jeanine's computer. I'll try to do something about Caleb, but I think we're just going to have to hope she figures that one out for herself."

"No, Four! It's too risky! What if I don't find anything? What if it doesn't work? You could both be trapped - you could be brain dead!" She's yelling at me, but I also see the guilty look in her eyes. What other options did she think she was putting on the table? But I decide not to point that out - it would be unkind, and maybe it's time for me to stop struggling so much with kindness.

We both jump at the sound of more gunfire. Whipping around, I see there's no one at the door, though. Cara taps my shoulder and points at the overhead screen with a shaking hand. The Erudite man with the open, friendly face, his glasses gone, is bleeding from what looks like multiple gunshot wounds. He clings to a ladder propped between two buildings. Christina reaches out a window for him, but he says, "Don't be an idiot - leave me," and then he falls. The horror and shock on Tris's face are all too real as she stares out the window.

"Cara," I say quietly, as I watch Tris stumble after Marcus on screen, "If I never come out of it, that's okay." I put one hand on her shoulder and force her to look me in the eyes. "Because I can't live without Tris, anyway. It's a chance I am willing to take." I give her a lopsided grin. "What, you don't think I can figure out how to be a better boyfriend? Have a little faith in me."

She embraces me tightly and says in my ear, "Tris has faith in you, you know that, right?"

"You can do this," I whisper back to her. "We can do this." She wipes the back of her hand across her eyes and nods resolutely.

"I'll wait as long as I can and keep an eye on the surveillance cameras," I say, " but I may have to go in before you get back. If that happens, I'm going to leave you a vial of serum, but I'm going to destroy the rest, ok? I'll write you a program to input whatever you find - if it's the real answer, it just might work."

I look at her until she makes eye contact again. "You can do this. You really are the bravest Erudite."

She smiles weakly.

"And you're just as resilient as I would expect a Divergent to be," she says softly, giving me one last, fierce embrace before she turns to go.

"Cara," I call after her, "take the gun." She looks at it distastefully, but in the end she takes it and runs toward the door. "Four," she says, one hand on the knob. "The important question now is - can you have faith in Tris, too? Because that's what she needs." She leaves without waiting for an answer.

Up on screen, Tris is back in this room, with Cara and Marcus working at the computer screens. She is just watching them, in a daze, when she sees Caleb walk into the room.

"What are you doing here?" he says to Tris.