When Leo opens the heavy door, gun held up, no wall of sound hits us, as I expected. Instead, we can hear muffled sobs and groans and water dripping somewhere. Leo and Christina's feet crunch over the debris and glass, which means Tris and I have to concentrate on the floor, since we are both still barefoot. The chaos we saw on the surveillance cameras has dissipated, and there are just a few Erudite wandering around or sitting dazed against the walls. Across the room, there's a long table with what looks like a body on it. I stare at the disordered blonde hair and the splayed limbs and realize it is probably Jeanine. Blood is pooled below her on the floor.

Tris is staring at the body, and I can see as she also realizes who it is. A look of revulsion crosses her face, followed quickly by low-boil fury. She clenches her jaw, both fists - even her toes are curling.

Suddenly, a group of armed Factionless step out from behind a column and move toward us. They keep their weapons pointed down, so we do not raise ours, either.

"You got a hearing problem?" one grizzled man sneers at us. He's wearing a dirty red shirt and black pants too short for his lanky frame. "Everyone's supposed to go home and wait for their faction leaders to tell them what to do. And you'll have to give us your guns."

"We are faction leaders," I say coldly. "Where's Evelyn?"

The man laughs jeeringly at me and starts to respond, but the thick-waisted woman next to him pokes him in the back with her rifle butt. "What, dammit? " he shouts at her. She stands on her tiptoes and whispers to him.

His face actually goes pale as he shoots a glance at me, muttering about having something else to do. He slumps away.

The woman looks at me with dusky, shrewd eyes. Nodding, she says curtly: "You come with me. The rest have to stay here."

I cross my arms and look down my nose at her. "No." I say, without explanation.

We stare at each other, neither of us blinking. "Fine," she snaps. She turns sideways with a dramatic flourish of her arms. "Right this way, your highness." I look at her out of the corner of my eye as I walk past. She actually has a small, lopsided smile on her face.

The man next to her, however, has his finger on the trigger of his weapon. When he inches the muzzle up, it's a slight movement, but Christina sees it, too, and steps behind him quickly. Her gun is pressed into the back of the man's head. I have a weapon in each hand, pointing at the woman who spoke and two other Factionless next to her. Leo is facing outward, gun trained on the ragged man who scuttled away when he heard I was Evelyn's son. Tris actually has a gun in her hand, too, but she's not aiming it at anyone and the barrel is visibly quivering. Considering that she couldn't even hold a gun in her simulation, I guess that's progress.

"What's your name?" I say to the woman, who is no longer smiling.

"Inez," she says shortly.

"Inez," I repeat. "We don't want any trouble with your people, here."

"A little late for that, don't you think?" she shoots back.

"Your man there was raising his weapon," I note coolly. "We're going to disarm him, but we have no intention of hurting him."

Without moving the gun off his skull, Christina reaches around him and yanks his weapon out of his hands. She tucks it into the back of her pants and then pats him down, extracting a knife from his sock.

He leers at Christina. "I got one more rod, sweetheart. Don't you want to grab it?"

"Shut up, Ray," Inez barks as Christina whacks him on the back of the head. "Ow!" he yells, rubbing the back of his head and shooting Christina a murderous look. She smiles broadly at him and puckers her lips in a kissing motion.

"Okay, Inez," I break in. "Ready to go?"

She turns sharply on her heel and marches across the room. I look at the other Factionless pointedly, and they follow Inez. Leo walks backward with us, watching the other side of the room.

Inez leads us up a flight of stairs to a gray, metal door. Two Factionless flank it. "Yeah?" one says, narrowing his eyes as he looks over Inez's shoulder at us.

"It's him," she says simply, jerking her thumb back at me. His eyes widen, and he raps on the door.

"What's going on, Four?" Leo hisses at me.

"It's a long story," Tris says. "Let's just say he has connections."

I roll my eyes at her.

The door opens a crack, and the guard mutters something. The door opens wider and we follow Inez in.