Sorry it's taking me so long now - only able to write in bits and pieces. But will keep going! Just slowly... But the story's almost over...

It's not that I've never seen fog before, but there is something unnatural about this clammy mist. It fills my mouth with a suffocating, salty taste, seeming to rise up out of the ground itself. I feel a shiver travel up my neck, though it is far warmer here than what we're used to.

We're all crouched down between huge, rusting boxes, their undulating sides full of holes and flaking metal. I guess they're containers for the railcars, though they look like they haven't held anything for a long time. We've all had a chance to catch our breath, and I can feel everyone's eyes on me. I wonder if they can tell I don't know what to do.

Tris pokes me with her elbow and holds out the compass. I glance at her, but there's no judgment in her face, just expectation, with a dash of impatience. Classic Tris. A little smile tugs at the corner of my mouth, and I give her a slight nod. The numbers on the compass are glowing with a faint green light, which brightens when I align the arrows.

"Follow me," I say softly, "and keep low. Make sure you keep the person in front of you in sight at all times."

I thread quietly among the boxes in the direction the arrow points, pausing at every corner to scan the area. The quiet rustle of our own movements is the only thing I can hear. It's pretty much impossible to see more than a few feet around us, so if there is someone else here, we wouldn't be able to tell.

"What's that?" Lou gasps. I'm about to snap at her to keep quiet when I see what she's talking about. There's a small machine hovering over us, its black blades whirling below what is clearly a small camera.

The shot slices through the air with a crack, as loud in the muffled silence as a bomb. The flying camera falls to the ground with a delicate crunch a few feet away.

"Who did that?" I growl, stopping when I see Rat with his gun out.

"We need to run," he says calmly.

I close my eyes slowly, and then sigh, nodding. I run in the direction the compass is pointing, and I don't look back to see if everyone else is following. It doesn't take me long to get out of breath, though, which is truly irritating. I've never been this weak, even back when I lived with Marcus, when I was scared every single day of what might happen next. Even then, I could run fast and far when I needed to. And when I had the running room.

Maybe just as well, I think. Otherwise, I would just keep going, and we would get caught. I have a hunch we're not going to be able to outrun whoever sent that camera. There has to be a place to hide somewhere around here, but so far, all I see is train tracks and rusting metal boxes.

Leo has caught up with me, and he grabs my shoulder, squeezing it. He wants me to stop for a moment, so I do.

"Hold up - Cara needs to tell you something."

She catches up to me, panting slightly. The broken camera is in her hands.

"I can't believe you touched that thing," I hiss.

She shrugs. "It's just a broken machine," she scoffs. "It can't do anything to me. But listen," she holds it out to me, "I'm pretty sure this camera has a thermal scan on it."

"A what?"

"A thermal scan. We had a few of them in Erudite, but it was a technology we hadn't figured out how to replicate. Anyway, it can see heat. If we stay here, they're going to find us, no matter where we hide."

I nod.

"Let's go that way," Tris points across the tracks. "I saw when we were pulling in that there were buildings over there."

"That's a big risk - we might run into people there."

She shrugs. "I think we're just about sure to get caught if we stay here."

As if to prove her right, the sound of a siren suddenly starts up in the distance. It might not have anything to do with us, of course, but then again, it might. We have no idea what would happen to us if this city's leaders caught us. We don't even know how they're organized and who is in charge - it could be something even worse than Erudite. Better to take our chances.

I nod, and we turn away from the containers, across the tracks. There's a fence, topped with curling wire all studded with little metal thorns, and I'm not sure if it's electrified or not, so we run along its length. We finally find a hole, where the metal links have been wrenched apart. I hesitate briefly in front of it.

The siren is getting louder.

Suddenly, someone pushes past me and crouches down, crawling through the hole. It's Uriah. Of course it is.

"Come on!" He calls out, far too loud. But we all follow him, scrambling through, one at a time.

"Hurry!"

We all get through the fence quickly and run across the street. Pretty soon, we can see a big brick building looming in front of us. So far, there still don't seem to be any people, and I hope our luck will hold.

It doesn't. As we're running up the sidewalk, looking for somewhere to hide, I hear a voice.

"Hey!" Someone hisses, up ahead. "Over here!"

I hesitate, and everyone stops behind me. I can hear every breath rasping through dry lips.

"Come this way if you don't want to get caught." The words, strangely flat, sound scornful now. I can see the flash of an arm waving beyond a heavy, dark door, down a stairwell at the corner, winding below the sidewalk into a basement. I nod, and Tris sprints ahead of everyone else for the door, much to my irritation. I do not want her going first into an unknown situation.

But it's not like I can stop her.

I decide to wait for everyone else to go ahead and follow the last person, peering back the way we came. The siren is getting louder, and I can see a red light flashing against the mist. I jog down the stairs, and the door closes behind me, with a muffled click. It's dark down here, just a little light filtering in through dirty, small windows high above us, covered in some kind of grating.

"Who..." I start, as I crowd in behind everyone else.

"Shh," the figure says, holding a finger to his lips. He's swathed in some kind of hooded jacket, so I can't really see him, though I catch a flash of a cheek, luminous in the dim light.

"This way. Don't talk. Don't make a sound, or the hunters will know you're here, and then there's nothing I can do for you."

His whispery voice carries through the empty room, and we all watch as he turns and gestures for us to follow him. I sigh and nod, pushing through our huddled group, following our guide. He leads us straight up to what looks like a brick wall, and then blocks my view with his body as he does something with his hands. The bricks separate in a zig zag pattern and fold inward on two doors. The cloaked man nods at me, waving his hand impatiently as I hesitate. I take a deep breath and step through the opening.

It's completely dark inside, and I stop abruptly, everyone else bumping into me.

"Move forward, dammit," the man growls.

I take a few cautious steps forward, and then the fake brick door swings shut behind us with a quiet clacking sound. Right away, a green-tinged light flutters on, and I have to squint against the sudden brightness.

"Welcome to Seattle," our mysterious guide says, sounding cheerful now. He pulls down his hood, and I can't help but stare. I've seen an albino before - we had one in Abnegation when I was a little kid, probably the only faction he thought he could be in without getting harassed - and while this guy is not that colorless, he is seriously pale. Though he has brown hair, which makes the effect even stranger.

"So," he begins, looking at me carefully, "how much you got?"

"How much what?" I ask cautiously.

"Money, stupid," he laughs, and it's not an especially nice laugh, nor do I appreciate being called stupid. I lower my head and narrow my eyes.

"Money?" I ask.

"Yeah, duh. Money. You don't think I sneak in refugees for free, do you?"

I have no idea what this asshole is talking about.

"Money," Tris says, as though she's thinking hard. "Right. Money. We don't have any."

The man glowers at her. "Well, what the hell? I mean, what made you think you'd be able to just waltz into Seattle? Don't you people know anything? You've got, like, five minutes to come up with some cash or I just turn you tonks over to la migra, if you know what I mean."

"I don't," I growl.

"Don't what?" He gives me a disgusted look.

"Understand."

"I don't have time for this," the man snorts, rising and reaching back into his waistband. I don't give him a chance to get there; I have a gun out and resting on his temple long before he gets anywhere near a weapon. Leo, Uriah, Inez, Rat, and Laila also have their guns out - no surprise there - and I'm pleased to see that Tris does, too.

"Hey, hey," the guy says, looking even paler, if that's possible, "no need for that. I'm helping you out, remember? Easy, easy," he breathes, glancing nervously at my face. "Come on, man, be cool, here."

"How long will they be out there?" Cara asks calmly.

The man licks his lips and glances at her. "About fifteen minutes," he responds. "They give up easy."

"How long, really?" She asks, with a smile. "We know they saw us on one of their cameras."

He purses his lips and looks at her for a moment, and then ship shoulders slump slightly. "Okay, yeah. Hours. They'll be out there for hours, and they'll leave behind a bunch of drones."

"Drones," she repeats, rolling the unfamiliar word around on her tongue. "Those are the thermal cameras?"

"Yeah," he says, giving Cara a curious look.

"Is there anything you would take other than money to get us out of here?" Tris asks him. I wonder how she knows what the hell "money" is.

"Yeah," he nods, licking his lips again and pointing in my direction. "Give me one of your guns, and we'll call it even."

Everyone looks at me.

"Get us where we're going, and we'll give you one."

"But we'll have to leave the ammunition for it here," Inez quickly adds, and I nod.

He thinks about it for a minute. "Okay," he agrees, and I lower my weapon, but I don't put it away. "You have another one like that?" He asks, pointing at mine.

"Yeah," I tell him. And it's true. I have five with me.

He licks his lips again. "Okay. Where do you want to go? Brainbridge? South Union? Madrona?"

I glance down at the compass. "East," I say. "We want to go east."

"East?" He asks doubtfully. He turns, and I see there's a map on the wall with a bunch of pins in it. We follow him toward it and see that there are clusters of green pins, and a few red ones, scattered here and there.

"See, east isn't good," he explains, pointing at some red pins. "That takes you too close to Redmond," he points at a part of the map with a big red X through it. "That's Fortress territory," he explains, and fortunately, he's too busy looking at the map to notice our reactions. Rat raises his eyebrows at me, and Cara nods vigorously. "They'll catch you for sure if you go through there. Anyway, the jobs are this way," he says, pointing north and then south on the map.

"What's the blue part?" Uriah suddenly asks, pointing to a part of the map.

The guy looks at him funny. "It's water, stupid."

"Water?" Uriah asks, open mouthed. "These are all lakes?"

"Lakes?" The pale man snorts. "Of course not! That's the ocean. Duh."

"Right," Cara interrupts smoothly, before Uriah can ask another question. "We know that. Can you take us here?" She point to spot on the map that is east, but not as far east as the red X.

"That's outside the city wire," he frowns, staring at Cara, who just shrugs.

"Two guns," he finally says, "and I won't take you past the wire - just to a spot where you can get through it."

"Done," I say.

"Okay," he shrugs. "Let's get going."

"I thought you said they'd be out there all day," Inez barks at him.

"They will be," he snarls back. "Do you think I've never done this before? We get tonks like you every couple of weeks. We got a truck across the street. Come on."

He pulls up his hood, and moves quickly to the back of the room to another brick wall, once again blocking our view. The wall folds inward once again, and he walks through. We follow him