A/N: Oh no, wait, what, you think I've been procrastinating? Naaah. I don't know where you got that idea from! Just enjoy the chapter and sorry for keeping you waiting! (:

PS. I changed it to past tense, I hope it's okay for you? I've just gradually got used to it. But if you think I should continue writing in the present tense, just tell me and I'll return to it.

Chapter Twenty-Six – The enemy hides at sight

EMMETT'S POV

Meeting Evelyn on my own had already put me on the edge of my nerves, but when said woman asked me to sit in front of a table as though I was being questioned, I completely lost it.

"What now?" I asked. "Am I being questioned? Did I not realise that being part of your little group meant becoming your prisoner?"

Evelyn eyed me, examining me for way too long, before she said:

"A little nervous, are we?" As she spoke, she placed her elbows on the table, lancing her hands together in front of her and resting her chin on them. Her face was now only a few centimetres away from mine. "Is it because you're hiding something?"

"I haven't even told you anything. How could I possibly be hiding something?" I asked. I knew I could say whatever I wanted that she could never tell whether I was lying or not. She might be smart. She might even be the leader of the factionless. But one thing I knew for sure, she had never been a Candor.

Evelyn's face moved closer to mine. All I can see now it the tip of her nose and her big dark eyes.

"Hear me now, boy; the only reason you live under a roof now is because I'm interested in your girlfriend. But remember no love lasts forever."

Her words hurt me, of course they did, and she knew that – I could tell by her triumphant smile – yet, I still managed to reply to her so offensive words.

"In case you don't recall, I had a roof. And you were the one who asked me to leave it. Now, if you don't mind," I said as I stood up, "I have a girlfriend home waiting for me."

I was already outside her office when I turned around and said,

"Oh, yes. The so called girlfriend you're so interested in, has asked me to tell you that she's not feeling well, which is why she sent me. Because that's how trust feels like." I said, using all my emphasis in the word 'trust.'

As I left, this time for real, I shut the door close, as loud as I could.

IS'S POV

The night was dark as I walked back to the Abnegation compound. I was dressed in grey clothes, as I should, but my hair was loose. I pulled it up with a pin before some Abnegation member saw me.

My mind though, was not accompanying my fast movements; it was still stuck on Kate, Zander and Mat's words – it had all seemed taken out of a horror story of some book and, for some reason, I did not believe this Mat guy. Perhaps it was his blue clothes and his fake glasses. Perhaps it was the way I'd seen him smile at Emily back at the Hub – he'd seemed pretty straight to me.

Or maybe, I was just seeing enemies where there weren't any.

"You should be more careful if you have places to go this late at night. You never know who might be watching." A voice spoke from the darkness ahead of me, making me jump. During a fraction of a second, I thanked God I'd recalled to pin my hair up.

"Marcus," I said, having recognized the voice. "Good night."

Marcus was waiting for me on his porch and he joined me on the way back home.

"I was just wondering where you were," he told me, once he was close enough. "I talked to your fiancée only moments ago and found it rather odd to not see you with him?"

Fiancée?!

"I wasn't feeling well so I stopped by the hospital," I said, trying to answer his question without giving away too much information. "You know, I'm still not sure everything's fine with me…"

"Hmm," he muttered, "Emmett said the same thing."

Clever boy.

"We usually do not lie," I said, matter of factly.

"And you do well," Marcus answered, still lost in his own thoughts. I wondered if he had been expecting to catch me lying. If he had, I was afraid he was setting for an impossible mission. Truth and lies were, in the end, my area of expertise, even if I'd never wanted it to be.

After a few more steps, I noticed a figure appearing at the end of the street. I didn't need to wait for him to be under the streetlights to know that it was Emmett approaching us. For a moment, I allowed myself to be delighted over the fact that I already knew his features so well…

"Is!" He called out and I wasn't sure if he was faking relief of not. "Are you okay?" And with that, he ran to me and touched my hair only slightly, as though he rarely did it. But then he pretended to notice Marcus. "Marcus."

Marcus nodded in his direction, before turning to me.

"I believe this is where I leave you. You two have a good night."

"Goodnight," both Emmett and I said back to him.

When Marcus was far enough for us to see him, Emmett gave me a completely different expression from the one he'd been using only a few moments ago – a expression that clearly said, 'We need to talk.'

I nodded and followed him inside our house.

I was sitting on the couch, my arms around me legs as I rested my forehead on my needs, a failed try of hiding myself from Emmett. He was sitting as far as possible from me and I could tell he was mad. I'd just told him everything about what I'd asked Kate to do, and what I'd heard today.

After what was a too long minute of silence, Emmett spoke.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me anything." He said, his voice shaking. I kept quiet, in both senses of the words. My muscles were tense and I didn't dare to move them. "She's my sister." Emmett was whispering now, which made me look up – he was fighting his own tears.

I finally spoke.

"Do you want me to leave?" I asked. "I'm sure I could find some place to sleep."

"What?" He said, startled. "Of course not."

"It's okay, Emmett. You're mad. Perhaps I shouldn't have done what I did. I was just trying to keep us all save. To know what was going on. But I get it that you need your time to think. I'm sure Evelyn has a spare bed for me somewhere."

At Evelyn's name, he flinched. I got ready to ask what had happened, but he stood up, and suddenly I too was getting ready to stand up and leave, because I thought that's what he was about to say and tears started to fill my eyes too. Yet, in the last moment, Emmett was taking my hand in his and was pulling me to my feet, and before I realised it, we were in bed and I was crying to into his shoulder when he should be the one crying and not me.

"I'm sorry," I said, only then finally realising of how much danger I'd put Kate into.

"Shh," he whispered. "It's okay." But then he pulled me away so he could look into my eyes and I was a hundred percent positive that it was not okay. "Just… Just tell me next time, okay? Trust me. No matter how you think I'll react, in the end of the day, I'll always be at your side, alright?"

I nodded, and that's how we fell asleep, still crying and still over the sheets.

EMMETT'S POV

When I woke up the next morning, I had the worst back ache of the history of back aches – was anyone even keeping record of that? Point is, even though my back still hurt and all I wanted to do was to stretch every single muscle in body, I still didn't move. I didn't move because this tiny, brown haired girl, was crawled up against my chest, still sleeping.

There were circles under her eyes and her nose was still red, which hinted me on the fact that she'd stayed up crying for way longer than I had.

I thought about what she'd told me the previous night and then I thought about what Evelyn had told me the last night, and I decided I didn't want to be upset about it. Despite all, I trusted Is's intentions, and I knew she'd never put Kate into a bigger risk than she'd put herself. Furthermore, Evelyn had told me no love lasts forever; I was going to prove her wrong.

"Emmett?" Is mumbled.

"Yeah," I said, laughing. "Who else would you expect to be?"

She laughed too.

"Alright, silly question," she said, rubbing her eyes before staring at me. She ran her hand through my cheek, before saying "Sorry."

Using my hand, I stopped her from continuing to care my cheek.

"Hey," I said, "no more apologies. Specially, because we have things to do."

"We do?" She asked, surprised.

"Yes." I stated, "We have to blackmail Emily."

It was about time to find out whether Emily cared more about family or work. Besides, no matter how much I didn't trust her, we would need her help if we wanted to trick Evelyn into believing we were passing her the right information.

JEANINE'S POV

"You're late," I said, not bothering to look up at the boy that stood in front of me, wondering if he should sit in the chair that stood in the other end of the table.

"I'm sorry. It's not easy to do all you want and still keep up with schedules." He replied.

At this, I looked up.

"Are you complaining?" My voice was cold, just as I wanted it to be.

The blonde boy looked at me in awe before saying.

"No, ma'am."

"Good," I said, returning to my work, "Now, are there any news?"

"There are indeed," he answered.

I waited for him to go on, but the foolish boy didn't – when had my faction started to admit such retarded minds? His luck was that he had a pretty face, which had revealed itself useful.

"Well then, what are you waiting for to tell me?"

"It's just," he said, hesitantly, "the news do not come from the expected sources."

"What do you mean?" I demanded, now staring at him with interest. Such gesture seemed to intimidate the boy.

"I've found this rather interesting group of people," he told me, "who told me about Evelyn's plans. Thing is, they're not on our side."

"Then if they're on her side, why would they hand you any information?" I asked, telling myself that I'd trusted the wrong person with this task – again. But what could I do? In the end, knowledge was nothing but the result of a try-error-try experimental system. "Has the thought that they might have been caught?"

"Actually, ma'am, it hasn't. Because they're not on her side either."

"How so? If they're not on our side, and they're not on her side either, which side are they in?"

"They're on their own side, ma'am."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" I asked, starting to get tired of this conversation.

"I'm still not sure yet. But I'm positive that they're holding back a big secret. A secret that might reveal itself important."

The blonde boy seemed to purely believe in his words, so I nodded. According to Plato, belief was one of the necessary conditions for the existence of knowledge.

"You may go." I ordered, and soon enough, the green eyed boy was at the door. "Oh and, Matthew? I want all the information you can gather about who that group of people is until tomorrow morning."

Matthew nodded and left.

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