Okay, how about two omitted scenes? This doesn't quite fit with where the story ended up. It seems I always end up cutting Amar out of the story. Something New update should fall between the 15th and the 18th of May.

Harrison was still in charge of the facility in addition to his duties on the council, and he was swamped. Six traitors and two dead during the battle with Erudite had cleared out his staff down to just four members and a lot of destruction to recover from. While he wouldn't admit it, Four was the only hope of getting the computer system back on line. But that wasn't allowed, not until he passed the serums and the simulations and rejoined properly.

"He's emaciated." Harrison groused.

"Big word, Harry." Amar teased.

"What about his hand?" He moaned, then more tersely, "Jesus, Amar, is he going to pass? Does he even want to?" He was exhausted, selfishly wanting just a little room to breath, to catch up. It was similar to Amar's motivation which is why they're meeting regularly about Four like the other shared resources between training and facilities.

"I don't know. I've got a bit of a plan."

"Which is?" He leans forward.

"I don't want to take your time."

"No, what is it? And can I help?"

Amar evaluated and then shrugged, "With Four, getting him motivated is pretty simple. I just have to make him feel like I doubt him. Just tear him down over and over. Make him feel like I don't have any faith in him. But it's got to be a gentle touch, because he needs praise, too, or he'll fly off the rails."

"I didn't remember this guy being such a headache."

"You didn't see him in initiation. But you could help, if you got him back into the facilities group. Give him something he's good at, something he can do well over and over. You play good cop, I'll play bad cop."

"You know I can't do that." He whined and stretched his hands up over his head.

"Keep him out of the control room, if you have to." Amar conceded, "but let him install bookshelves or wash windows, those skylights could use a cleaning. Just help me out here. I need you there giving him a reason to stick with it. Make him feel like he belongs here."

"I'll try." He agreed. "How close are the wipes to getting through initiation?"

"Oh, we're a long ways off." Amar sighed. "They're like five year-olds just asking, "Why?" all the time, like they're the damned Erudites. And we saw what shit soldiers they made."

"We could invite in the factionless."

"Shut your face." Amar spat. "Can't trust them further than you can throw them. They're much better off in Amity, let them be their problem."

"You know, he's tied up in the factionless, right? I mean, he's working for Johanna for them." Harrison points out. "What's the chances that he even stays?"

"Trust me, he wouldn't go through a sim if he wasn't committed."

"How do you watch those things all day?" Harrison says off-hand.

"I try not to, I take a lot of breaks, and then I train a jerk with four fears to do it for me." He laughed, griping. "But some tiny girl broke him."

"Any chance she's coming back?" He has to ask, not because he wants her to, but because she's frightening, dangerous, unexplained.

"Yeah, always a chance. If it means being with him, I think she might."

"Shit."

"Come on, you let me back." Amar reminded, "And she saved Dauntless, twice. I think you'd like her on your side. There's a lot of political capital between her and the members."

"She doesn't know what loyalty means." He huffed. "Switching sides, betraying our leadership."

"Factionless is better than a member, a first-in-class member?" He pointedly questioned, feeling a little protective, "What's your beef with Tris?"

"Tori didn't trust her."

"Let the ghosts rule the present. Great idea."

"Let you back in." Harrison smugly smiled.

"I'm guessing that means we're done with the real business?" He started to collect together his progress charts and folders for each member in drills and each initiate.

"One more thing." He shuffles his own papers uncomfortably. "Um, ah, George asked for another extension. Says they aren't done retraining out there."

It struck harder than a blow to the gut, Amar took a breath and a long nod to gather his composure, "How long?"

"Two more weeks." Amar nodded, crestfallen, "I can deny it."

"No, no. If he needs more time."

"I ah, don't really know what to say, but I'm sorry. Things are rough for everyone."

"Is that it?"

"Yeah." He dismissed him, letting him walk out and back down to the equipment room to clean the guns because the constant chatter and hum of the meat heads outside that door were preferable to the cold silence waiting within his apartment.