Note: This is a progress chapter, stuff had to get done here. Its a set up for the rest, which actually came first, and most is already written. Thanks for keeping to this one.

In the Light, There Will Be Truth

The coffee did little to clear the fog from my head, the noise undefinable as layers of voices come smashing into my ears, but I cant' hear actual words. I'm still watching Max's lips move, but faking my way through this conversation way to early in the day. The noise did one thing though, cover any decipherable statements in public, to not be blamed for hiding behind doors. It is usually Max's plan for anything questionable.

"Got anything tangible? Anything that will stick?"

"I hunted his aptitude test, given by the same that was fleeced out. I traced his log on to Marin's fear sim, he would have no need to view it at this stage, except to see if my hunch was true. He's also been heading to a few spots in the surveillance with limited range among the factionless, to convenient, for my taste." I watch Max survey the room, his face unreadable as it should be. "He spends time in the chair, it's Amity responses he's trying to change, not fears he's keeping in check."

"You know, or are you just questioning his choices?"

"I know, in my gut, I know. Too many sides to that coin."

"OK, make it look like an accident. Candor does not need to be sniffing anything out here. I'm bringing in Four to take over stage 2, and finals. You aren't going to have a problem with that,?" More of a statement, not a choice. My face must have changed, we locked eyes for a while, until I turned away.

"No."

"Good."

We watch the initiates go about their morning at the tables, the night still wearing on many of them. I hunt for Jules, with no avail. Max continues on about shipments from Amity, adding more guards to the depot. I'm still only half hearing. Most of that will be handled by someone else, I keep looking for my distraction.

"What five are you giving to Jeanine?"

Right, back to that.

"Not sure. I would rather give her a few from this class, near the bottom, at the end of training. I can't figure we are going to get them back. I'm not giving up my best, that would be a waste."

"Fair enough."

"I haven't seen enough of Amar's, to pin anyone specifically. I'll know soon."

"Two weeks."

"They will be part of a cut off. I won't make it obvious."

"I'm giving Four help by letting Jen work with him in Fear Sims. You don't have much left in there, you can spare her." Great, making my days longer. Whatever. Wonder boy can get whatever he wants, as long as he stays out of my way.

"Do it, tonight." He leaves to his day, as mine just became more complicated. A death of a leader will raise many questions, unless its self inflicted. Disappearances become investigations. Getting him alone when he already doesn't trust me, that will be the hardest part. The rest I may leave to gravity.

As I leave, my eyes finally find what they were wandering for, but not how I wanted to find her. All the training and the brutality of it has caught up with her, a few cuts frame her face, a deep bruise across her jaw stretches to her cheek. Even though its hot, she wears a long sleeve shirt, using its size like a blanket. She slumps down on a bench, like the morning was already spending what energy she has left for the day. I question what Shea did to her in the stair well, either way she'll recover, here or elsewhere, and now it truly depends on her to step back up. And yet part of me want to protect her. I wall that off for now. I let spars fill more of the day, adding more layers, more about reading reactions, less about brute strength. Why let a fight go for 5 minutes when 3 hard hits is all you need? The difference of fighting smart versus just fighting. The truth is I need to do little but think about a good plan for tonight.

My mind wanders about the thought of Divergents. How long have others let them in, covered their tracks. How many hide out in Amity, how many run the streets in the factionless. Is it a network of sympathizers throughout all factions? Would I even know if I was Divergent? With the questions surrounding the factionless, I wonder if the threat is real, will a fight with an organized army be in my future, will we finally have to kill whom we were once supposed to protect. As brutal as we can be, it is our purpose to protect, give our lives if we have to, but I never expected to have to fight our own.

For tonight, I may have to pull a few favors, have Cree pour doubles. But getting him alone will be the hardest part. If he ever shows up. Amar's group is working with strength trainers and he is no where to be found. They are supposed to be prepping for Fear Sims, and as first time out, he is front and center for testing his initiates. I send a message to Max, telling him Four might want to start today, Amar is already missing. I have guards check his room, the report was that is was empty. I take a walk through the Chasm, I doubt that he would do something like that, or that someone else would force him that way. He had few haters, and what Max and I were discussing was outside of any circles, outside of the leader information. Max has surveillance hunting in the factionless, guards will also be hunting today.

I keep to my group, lifting some the burden of what I was actually regretting. It wasn't what I had to do, I was trying to not be attached, if it came to that. A court case, truth serum, it could have ended bad for me. I'm not how much Jeanine would have done to save me the trouble. But he was a Divergent hiding what he was. He knew it, and had help hiding it. It is much bigger, and I would have loved to dig deeper. My afternoon plans changed when the report came over that his body was found on the tracks by an Abnegation. It was at the morgue and identified before anyone from Dauntless could make a statement. It was also made aware that their was little to identify, maybe a few tattoos would have been left, a few scars. All of it raising flags, too convenient, fitting perfectly of someone running scared. Who or what that was in the morgue probably has little to do with the actual Amar. It will be interesting to see what gets said, because it was outside Dauntless walls. Max plans on telling Amar's initiates, but tomorrow will be like he never existed, to teach them how to move on quickly. I'm keeping my ear to the ground, I may do a little research next time I'm at Erudite.