Four POV:

I sit in Eric's car with the trunk 3/4 of the way closed. I look at my watch and stare up, at the black covering. Then someone opens the trunk lid. I hold my breath in, until Tris slips in and closing the trunk, she slides next to me.

"Hi," she breathes, "Sorry I took so long."

I shrug. Then I see what looks like a gun in her hand. "Tris, what's that?"

"A...a revolver. Tobias, there was this big box full of them, and I don't think they'd notice if I took one." She slips it into my hand, "You never know what could happen."

I gulp, "Do you really think so?"

"Why else would Eric and Peter have so many?"

"Well, um...you see..." I stammer.

"They're no better than us," she says, up against my chest.

I nod and enjoy this moment of peace. It seems like it'll be the last one for a while.

Then Tris breaks the silence, "Four, can I use your phone?"

"Course."

She dials a number and after a while she starts talking into the phone angrily.

Tris POV:

I dial Caleb's number into Four's phone. Luckily, it is labeled as an unknown, new number to the phone.

It's a good thing that it's too dark for Four to see my face. I can feel my cheeks heating up, and all I can think of is how on earth Caleb can and would do such a thing by helping these...these bastards!

Then Caleb picks up, "Eric? Is that you? Well, I need you to get out of there. The housekeeper is supposed to be coming to Mr. Eaton's house, and Mrs. Matthews is running out of time. Plus-"

"Caleb, stop," I say firmly.

"Y-you're not Eric, or Peter, are you?" he asks weakly.

"No, this is Tris. Now why are you helping Mrs. Matthews? Tell me, because no one's getting anything good out of it."

"Beatrice?"

"Yes, Caleb. Did you hear me, or not?!" I say, getting madder by the second.

He sounds stressed. "Yes, but...well, Beatrice, forget what I said. It's too dangerous for-"

"Oh, so it's too dangerous for me, but not for you?!"

"Beatrice, just listen to me for once-"

I zone out, as soon as Four taps my shoulder.

"Eric and Peter are coming," he whispers, "I can hear the front door's hinges swing open."

I nod.

"What was that?" Caleb asks through the phone.

"What did you hear?" I ask, lowering my voice.

"Nothing. Just, was that Four?"

"Yes. As if it matters to you..."

I can hear him sigh, "Just...don't do anything mom and dad wouldn't approve of. Is Four at home with you?"

"No, we're not at home right now."

"Where are you then? Your friends are missing your presence, along with Four's."

I feel guilty for a second, then smile, "We're, uh, taking a little road trip. Why?"

I can hear Four snicker in the background.

Then Caleb responds, "Just wondering."

I can feel him calculating where I am in his head.

"Well, forget what I said when I thought you were Eric."

"Mhmm..."

"And, stay out of their way. I know you're not on the road-"

"Yet," I add.

"Yeah, yeah. Just, be good, okay?"

"I don't need your advice."

"Whatever..."

"Umm...can I call you back?" I ask, then end the call and hand the phone to Four, just as someone opens the trunk lid.

"I told you, Eric, people will see our guns in the backseat. They might get suspicious," Peter says.

Luckily both him and Eric are not facing towards us.

"So? They can't do anything-" Eric starts.

But Peter interrupts him, "Unless the police notice."

"Right. Like that's gonna happen," Eric says sarcastically. Then his voice turns serious, "I told you before we came to put the window covers on. Did you?"

Peter nods meekly.

"Good," Eric growls, before slamming the trunk, causing Four and I to slam into and hug each other tightly. Eric then walks towards the front of the car. He gets in the driver's seat, and yells for Peter to shut the door and get his ass in the car.

Peter soon gets in and Eric starts the car. They begin to talk about Marcus.

"Mrs. Matthews was right," Eric says, his voice muffled by the seat cushioning, "Marcus is a terrible leader. It's so evident now. I mean, who else would just tell all of Chicago that we've got terrible gang problems? Everyone knows that, and now he just wants to go releasing all of the scary details to the public."

Peter seems to agree with this, "He is terrible, and Mrs. Matthews said that he beats his son."

"Four?" Eric is shocked by this.

"Yeah, and I also heard that he bribes his councilmen."

"That doesn't make any sense, dingus. First off, they could just bail out on him and leave. Second, do you know what kinds of rumors and publicity that they could spread about Marcus if they wanted to? A lot. And the reason they don't is because they remain faithful to that bastard."

"Yeah, well, it's just a rumor," Peter says defending himself. Then he changes the subject. "Did you hear that the Stiff's dad works with Marcus?"

Eric nods, "Yeah. And her brother the smarty-"

"Caleb," Peter interjects.

"Right. Caleb knows everything about Marcus. Apparently he got over-protective of his sister, researched him, and found his record. Apparently he told everyone he went to a monastery to focus on 'self healing' for four years, when in reality, he was at a rehab center to help with his drinking problems."

"Damn. That kid is good."

"Yeah, but he's really wimpy. I saw him try to fight another guy once over an argument about the solar eclipse or something and he ended up breaking his thumb after throwing one punch."

Eric thinks that this is the funniest thing and laughs so hard. So hard, that he swerves the car.

"Watch out man!" Peter shouts.

I slam into Four and the car turns sideways and stops.

"Damn!" Eric shouts, "There's been a cop behind us this whole time.

I look to Four and he mouths, "Now what?"

I shrug and cross my fingers.

Eric must be talking to the cop, because Peter says, "I'll go check if there's any damage."

Then he opens up the trunk lid, and sees us. I smile uneasily.

"What are you doing here?!" he whispers furiously, "Are you trying to get killed?"

I shake my head, "I was checking on Four when you guys were upstairs."

Peter nods, "Well, remember when we were freshmen, and you helped me on that math test?"

I nod.

"Well, I was sorting through my old papers yesterday, and I found it. Now get out of here."

I look at him questionably.

"Leave! Eric'll see you! The debt's been payed off, what more do you want?!"

I shrug, and look back to Four.

"Let's go," he says.

We hop out of the trunk, and walk away.

I turn back to Peter and mouth "Thanks."

He smiles and closes the trunk, just as the police officer is handing Eric a ticket.