Jeanine POV:

"I don't care if you have to miss Albert's memorial service today," I growl into the phone, "Just get the job done. You said you would, now do you want detention or not?"

"No, ma'am," Peter says. I can feel the nervousness in his voice.

"Anyways, Marcus has a few choices, which most can land him in trouble. He can either go to the memorial, but that means that he will not be visiting the homeless, thus the city may think that he does not keep promises. Marcus could go to the homeless shelters only, but he has been to them before, so people may imply that he is only focused on the needs of only one group of the citizens. Or if Marcus is smart enough, he will make time for both. We want him to only may time for one, and crush his reputation. Is that clear?"

"Of course miss," he says. Then he clears his throat and continues, "But don't you think that, with my reputation and all, people will grow suspicious on why Eric and I aren't at school today?"

I shrug, "You're sick and Eric has been gone the whole week, planning this. Follow what he says. Do not mess up, or question me or Eric, or the consequences will be horrendous."

I hear him gulp, "Yes, Mrs. Matthews."

"I have to go now; the service is in an hour, at nine, and people are already coming."

Tris POV:

After Will and Christina leave, my mom tells me to go back to bed. I nod and drift off.

"Beatrice. Beatrice, wake up," my mom whispers.

"Now wha?" I say through my pillow.

"It's 7:30. If you want to go to school, get up. If not, go back to sleep."

I'm not going to school, but I get up anyways.

I get a bowl of oatmeal and sit down with my mom, talking about what happened.

"Beatrice, you coming?" Caleb asks.

I shake my head and Caleb walks out the door.

"Beatrice? Are you okay? I know Al was one of your good friends, but-" my mom starts.

But I cut her off, "Al was one of my good friends. And that's the thing. He...he-" I manage to stutter out, unsure of how to explain things to my mom.

She rubs my back, "I know what was going between you two. Al explained everything."

My mouth falls open.

"Beatrice, Al asked if you were mad at him. He wanted forgiveness."

I wipe a tear away. That's not all he had to say.

And I feel like his death is my fault.

"Four, I know you won't be at Al's memorial, so I'll be stopping by your house. Bye for now, I guess?" I say, 'leaving a message at the tone' for Four. He must not be doing anything.

I walk to his house. His dad's car is gone, but Four's Harley is there. An unfamiliar car is parallel parked in the driveway.

I decide to take a chance and knock on the door. "Four?" I ask.

No one answers, so I peek into the window.

No one's there.

I push the door open, and hear a bit of commotion.

"Four?" I ask.

No one responds.

Then, a voice whispers, "Get down."

I look down to see Four hiding up against the wall, squashed between the wall and the couch.

"Four?" I whisper. Then I crouch down next to him.

"Eric and Peter are in Marcus' room."

"What?"

"Keep your voice down."

I change it back to a whisper, "Doing what?"

"All I saw is that they have guns and are on his computer. It makes sense, today Marcus is visiting the homeless shelters and everyone at school is focused on Al's memorial. It's planned out nicely for them-"

"I knew you wouldn't be there."

"Neither would you."

I shrug, "I...don't know how to pay my respects...or if I even have any."

I regret the words as soon as they come out of my mouth.

Four looks at me, but doesn't say anything.

"I...I didn't mean that."

"Ah," he says.

But I don't believe him.

And nor do I blame him.

"So...what do we do?" I ask.

We've been sitting here for the past twenty minutes, and Eric and Peter are still upstairs. They don't realize that Four and I are down here.

Yet.

"Well," he starts, "We have two options."

"...Which are...?"

He scowls at me, "I'm getting to that."

"We could follow them out when they leave and follow them back to where they came from."

I shake my head, "They'd see us."

"How?"

"All they'd have to do is look into the rear-view mirror and spot us on your motorcycle. Eric notices everything, and besides, everyone knows what the varsity quarterback's motorcycle looks like."

Four nods.

"The point is, they would figure out that one, it's us, and two, we're following them. And people must be missing us back at school anyways."

He points up, "And people don't miss them...?"

"Well, we were really close to Al and everyone at school used to see him sitting at our table."

"So now you and Al are friends?"

"Four, please. We need to stay on task."

"Fine," he snaps, "Now what's our plan?"

Just then, the noise upstairs stops.

"Four, please," I whisper, "Keep your voice down."

Then the noise continues and we let out breaths of air at the same time.

He looks at me then smiles, trying to lighten the mood, "You're sexy when you're stressed, you know?"

I smirk, "Tell Caleb that next time you see him."

Four kisses my cheek, "I just might."

I shoot him a smile, and he pulls back. But when he leans back in, I push him away. "So obviously, your other option wouldn't work."

"How do you know what it-"

"I know enough about you to know that you will have a subtle plan and also one that only 'The Dauntless Nation' would put together."

He nods, "I take pride in my band. And yes you got that right."

I look at him skeptically.

"And yes, just running in and smashing their heads through the walls wouldn't work."

I smile, "You know me so well by now."

He smirks, "Not as much as you know me."

I lean in to kiss him when a shouting noise comes from upstairs. A voice yells, saying that they need to hurry up.

I get up, and Four follows.

"Where are we going?" he whispers.

'To save your dad's precious city," I reply.

He looks at me funny.

when we get outside, I see that Eric and Peter have forgotten to lock their car. So I open the front seat and press a button that unlocks the trunk.

"Get in the trunk," I say to Four.

He looks at me for a minute, then nods.

"I'll be there in a minute," I say.

He leaves.

I search around the front seats and find a note near one of the cup holders. It reads, 'Eric and Peter, Call the number below for help with opening Marcus' files. (872) 555-8773 Thanks again, Mrs. Matthews'

I gasp, and back away. That's Caleb's cell phone number.

A/N: Did anybody notice the Bruno Mars quote from "The Lazy Song"?