Author's Note: Bestiesss I think I may or may not be on a spree hopefully a lot of you are still reading though I apologize I know I took a while to update. Imma just jump right in let me know about any suggestions or if something doesn't make sense ❤️ - Also get ready for a new POV :)

Eric POV:

I can't believe those two idiots are going to replace me. I definitely am more than capable of being a leader. They even had to get two people to replace me, that's how skilled I am. Max is going to die at my hands for this mistake. Jeanine will be so pissed if she finds out. Luckily I memorized a lot of my stuff and can still access the email. I'll just sneak into the control and delete all the files so no one will know. I'll threaten that Jackson kid if I have to. Oh Stiff you have no idea what you got yourself into. Making that target on your back bigger than it already is. I don't care if you were Divergent for all five factions, I still have the ability to overpower you.

I headed to my spare apartment with a carboard box of my belongings. I don't really need much more than a few clothes and a couple of hygiene things. I had one spare apartment and a designated apartment for leaders on the highest floor. Max said I had to abandon the designated one and give him the key back. I slammed it on his desk and stomped my way out of there. Shifting the box to one arm, I pushed the key in and walked into the apartment. Peter was lounging on the couch watching another one of his crime shows and fantasizing about him and Tris. He thought of himself as the main lead of a drama and that he would save Tris. He was a little delusional but excellent at getting the task done.

"What's with the box?" He sat up.

I placed the box on the floor and shut the door with my foot.

"Max fired me," I said staring at the ceiling, crossing my arms.

"What? How?"

"With his words dimwit." Peter glared at me. "He found out I assisted you with your world's greatest plan to kidnap Tris. Can't believe she really got you guys 4v1. Gotta give the Stiff credit there."

"Yea yea, don't remind me," Peter groaned.

"Have you got another idea or you're just gonna sit cooped up here for the rest of your life?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Peter," He said pointing at himself, "Always has a plan."

I walked over joining him on the couch. He pulled out his sketchbook and we started developing a fool-proof plan that was going to help us get Tris. We weren't worried about Four as he's always in the control room. No idea what he's doing with Tris because it looks like relationship that started out of pity. Besides, we calculated everything just right. My brain was built to make perfect plans.

Over the next few days, I would head down to the tattoo parlor, occasionally adding to my numerous tattoos but, only when Tris wasn't on duty. I eventually ended up getting a lion inked at the lower center of my back. Each time I went down there I stalked a little farther away, noting the times of the Stiff's shifts. A lot were in the evening-night, even better for our plan. After about three weeks, Peter and I decided to execute the attack. Most of the compound had calmed down by now since nothing big had happened since I was demoted from leadership. No one was on the lookout for any peril.

Tris POV:

Tobias was getting more and more anxious by the day. He was concerned that neither Eric nor Peter had made a move in the past weeks. I always told him to relax and that I can handle myself but truth be told, I was scared. Peter had given me plenty of scars - physical and emotional - and I'd prefer to not add to them. Eric wasn't a pleasant enemy either but, I couldn't bubble wrap myself into the apartment and put my life on hold because two lunatics were out to get me.

At the end of the week, Tobias' shifts were longer than mine and I ended up having to go home alone. Christina walked me back some days but she had a job to get done as well. She worked at the beauty parlor, helping fellow members with heavy eyeliner and glossy licorice-colored lips. She had quite the talent. I guess her days practicing on my face became useful. Though, I wouldn't willingly do it again.

The walk from the parlor to the apartment was slightly long and it had been a while since I'd done it alone. The moon glittered in the midnight sky as I was crossing the chasm. I stopped for a second, overlooking the deep waters. Waves swished back and forth in the wind like the thoughts in my mind, wondering what the big conspiracy could be. Tobias and I had spent countless nights talking well into the early morning so much, that our conversations often ended when the birds started chirping. From the information Tobias had continued gathering, there was talk of overthrowing Abnegation. Despite being gone from Abnegation for so long, I still occasionally missed my family. I craved for my father's hug. I craved for one last forehead kiss from my mother. So deep in my thoughts, I didn't realize the impending danger lurking right behind me.

Eric POV:

Peter and I carefully walked a distance behind Tris starting from the tattoo parlor. Finally, she was alone and tonight she wasn't going to get back to the apartment. We quietly snuck around the corners of the compound like mice, making sure Tris remained in sight. Our eyes were fixed on our prey. She stopped at the chasm, staring over the edge. She was completely distracted and didn't realize we had crept up behind her. I signaled Peter a countdown from three.

Three.

Two.

One.

Peter pulled Tris back, one arm around her collarbone but, his hand got stuck in her tangled blonde hair. She twisted and kicked Peter back into me. I sidestepped allowing Peter to stumble back. Luckily, he was able to stay upright. We both stood on either side, blocking the escapes. I could see Tris pondering what to do.

"We're not letting you get away this time." I stepped closer causing the Stiff to move back towards Peter.

"We know you're Divergent. We just want to test some things. You'd be a very useful subject Stiff." All I got was a glare from her.

Peter slowly took a step forward, one hand holding the chloroform cloth we had prepared. Tris walked backwards, right into Peter who grabbed her successfully this time. She couldn't even make a sound before falling unconscious.

"Now that was easy." Peter grinned.

"Hurry up before someone sees us." I grabbed Tris' legs and we carried her back to the apartment. There, we had prepared a stretcher and white sheet to hide Tris within while we put on masks and a white coat. If anyone saw us, they'd just think we're treating someone. Patients constantly went back and forth between Dauntless and Erudite because they had all the knowledge and tools for serious cases.

After laying Tris down, I took out my phone. I called the most recent number in the call list.

"We got her. Stop the train."