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Chapter 1
Christina
"No, I'm sorry I cannot give you a ride home from school today, I have a job you know." I say looking out the window, snow falls lightly covering the ground.
"But Christina, I need to get to the store to pick up the rest of the stuff for the party." She huffs into the phone. My niece has been battling her father about getting herself a car for a long, long time. She's gone as far as making a pros and cons chart to show to her father, and he even said 'no'. Her grandmother and I admit all the time that the little squirt can be pretty persuasive when she wants to be.
"Sorry, Aar bear you have to take the bus like every other teenager in Chicago." I chuckle at the nickname that her father gave her when she was really young. Her father has been the only one raising her sense she was born. Her mother died way before she was born. Aaralynn was then placed in the care of scientist where she was taken care of with minor side effects.
"Uggh...fine, I'll see you tonight." She pauses for a second, "Hey if you see him or talk to him later, can you do me the flavor of putting in a good word for me. Maybe do some persuasive magic of yours to get him to say yes."
"Good luck with that flavor." Saying flavor instead of favor is like her new thing to do. "So do you have something important that you need or are you just calling me to ask me that?"
"No, fine. Bye."
"Love you, bye." I hang up the phone, and walk towards my desk to get ready for the next case.
The people that are coming from outside of Chicago are from Lincoln, Nebraska. I have to look at the map of the United States to find where that is. The woman is 32 years old with a 15 year-old son, and a 32 year-old man who is 'just a friend.' They were originally from Chicago, and they fought in the factions war. I look at the bottom of the page that says all their name and age information. Usually I see a Susie Hanson or a John Campbell, but this time I see a 'Beatrice Prior' and a 'Uriah Pedrad'.
I read the paper at least five more times before I react differently. First, I sit up in my desk and pace around the room. Then I stop to bite my nails, and pace some more. Finally, I sit down and smooth my skirt out. These people are supposed to be dead. No longer here. Gonezo. They are though. How? I remember coming back and watching the light go out of Uriah, waiting for him to come back. I was there at Tris's little funeral we did for her. I watched Tobias have a mental break down. He saw the body, I never did.
Tobias. Oh my gosh how will he take this. It's not a joke, I know. The pictures of them on the back page are real. Tris looks older, more like her mother that I've only seen once, and will never forget. Uriah, who came from a boy with a smirk to a man with a smile. Then there's the boy. Granger. A perfect mixture of Tris and Tobias. They did say that there were two babies, but one only made it. She barely made it. He has Tris's hair color and eyes, but there's no doubt that he's Tobias's. He looks exactly like he did when he was younger.
With what I'm guessing, Aaralynn and him were apparently supposed to be twins. I haven't seen him in person but I can already tell that they are exact opposites. Aaralynn is small with brown hair and dark blue eyes, built like her mother. This boy is definitely different. Their birthdays aren't that fair off from each other's though. He was born December 31 and she was born January 1. Its odd how things work like that.
"Christina your 4:15 is here." My secretary, Gina, says. That's them, I better be careful.
"Okay send them in." My voice is hoarse like I've been crying.
The door opens smoothly, without its usual creaking. Gina stands there holding the handle, while Uriah enters first. He smiles a bit but it doesn't reach his eyes. Then the boy who looks like Tobias, not as tall, but tall. He will be a giant like his father. Tris is the last to enter, her eyes everywhere but at my face. Gina shuts the door, and its silent for a long, long time.
I am first to break that silence. "When were you going to tell me that you were alive." I gesture to the chairs in front of my desk, but they don't sit, they just watch the chairs like they are going to float away.
"We wanted too but our jobs wouldn't allow." Uriah says, he voice a few octaves lower than it was. "We really wanted to tell you, Christina. After the whole war thing, Tris and I, we were just so messed up it took years for us to even act sane." His eyes tell the pleading truth.
I nod and clear my throat. "So what are you doing in Chicago now? You do realize what will happen when people find out you are here. How do you think Tobias and Zeke will react?" I look at Tris.
"Were on assignment." Uriah says, Tris looks at the ground and scuffs her shoes. "If were lucky this will all be temporary, hopefully by the time were done Zeke and Tobias won't even know were here." Uriah looks at Tris, offering her a bit of a smile.
I nod. "So, I take it you don't want me to tell them that you're here, in Chicago, alive?"
"Please."
I nod and stand up. "Well usually this is part of the interrogation where I ask them if they would want an apartment, and if they have children where they would like them enrolled in school." I look at Granger.
"Dauntless Compound, get us two apartments, farther away from where everyone is staying." Uriah puts some money on my desk.
"Are you trying to bribe me Pedrad?" I stare at the money.
"Well if you can be bribed, then yes I am." He smiles and I hand him his money back.
"Okay, that can be done, and considering you're on a case and you don't want to be really seen, I take it you would like to be closer the control room." I sit back down in my desk and open up my computer base of the available apartments of the Dauntless compound. "The only ones that are open, are rooms A46 and A45. I'll book Uriah for A45, and Tris you can have A46."
Tris mumbles something about that being Tobias's old apartment, and I wouldn't be surprised if it was.
"So...um...schools?" I look at Uriah who looks at Tris.
"Anything that is close to the compound." She says. Her voice is strong and feminine like it always has been.
"The closest one is Roth High, but its kind of the lower school out of the three, less of a population at it. If you don't want Roth High there is Reyes Private School, very nice full of smart kids and Kang High too, its the nicest school out of the three. ."
"How close is Roth High to the compound." Tris crosses her arms.
"Its actually in the compound."
"That one will be fine."
I dig through my files to find a transcript and hand it to her. She grabs a pen off my desk. "Um...Granger, why don't you wait back in the waiting room, I'll meet you there in a little bit." Tris says to her son.
"Sure mom."
"Nice meeting you...Granger." I hold out my hand. "I hope you love Chicago as much as your mother does."
"You too...Christina, and I think I will." He shakes my hand. Damn he's better at it than I was when I was his age.
Tris fills out the transcript and hands it to me. "I know there was another baby, and I know he is taking care of her. Where does she go to school?"
"Aaralynn is her name, and she goes to Roth high too." She looks at me. "She's beautiful Tris, she looks just like you, except she has Tobias's hair color and his eyes."
"I know, I made it my business to watch her." She shakes her head. "How's-How's he doing?"
"Great. Um...he's fine, I know that they're doing something for his birthday tonight."
Tris nods and Uriah rolls his eyes. Tris must see it too because she turns to look at him. "What?"
"Please, this small talk, I know Christina must have questions and she must be dying to hug you." Damn it he knows me too well.
Tris turns back to me, I can feel myself blush. "Um...well, I do kind of want to know how you came back to life. Well, that might clear a little bit of air."
She clears her throat and looks at Uriah. "I'm not answering anymore questions for you sweetheart. You're on your own now." He makes his way over to me. "Its great seeing you Chris, I hope to see you around soon." We hug. "I'm going to hang out with Granger." He walks out of the room and we're left in silence.
"Soo...?"
"Um...well...I guess. Where should I start?" She acts like she's going through a list in her head on where to start the story. "It was three days after I was shot, that's when I came back. Apparently I never died, either did Uriah. We were chosen, they told us. The United States wanted the two strongest Divergents for the job. They were planning to fake my death, and when Uriah was in the explosion, well that wasn't planned. They weren't going to tell us either, because they knew that we weren't going to follow their plan."
"Wait who is this 'they' you speakith of?"
"The Convergents, it's an organization based on keeping the faction system together. Sort of like the Allegiants, but to a degree they aren't the same." Wow people with all these names, Covergents, Divergents, Allegiant.
She waits for me to respond all I do is nod.
"So the Convergents took care of us. They took care of Granger. Uriah and I, when we woke up we were just so messed. Granger, that boy was the only thing that brought us back. He was the light to our darkness.
"We were happy with them for about two years then, we figured out their plan that they were going to do with the faction system. So we disabled their plan by taking its file, which wasn't hard because they didn't trust the computer system so they kept the files in a filing system. We ran from Dallas, Texas all the way to Lincoln, Nebraska with the file and a 2 year-old. We joined the DIA when we got there. They hate the Convergents just about as much as Jeanine hated the Divergents. We knew we'd be safe there. They took us in and took care of us even better than the Convergents ever had. To stay safe we had to change our identities. Its dangerous for us to even be here. If the Convergents find out about Uriah and I, were screwed. Dead men."
I shift uncomfortably in my chair. "Then why are you even here then?"
"Because, Marcus Eaton found the Convergents and he now leads their organization. That's one of the reasons why we fled too. Also because the Convergents have a plan to hit all the experiments."
"Tris what are they going to do?" She crosses her arms and bites her lips. "Beatrice Prior, I've been trained with a gun and am allowed to use it for my job. I can also not allow you access into the city, the mayor, Tobias, gave me an all-access-pass to do such a thing."
She sits up. "Tobias is the mayor?"
"Don't dodge the question Beatrice."
She bites her bottom lip again. I stare intently at her. She knows she can't hide anything from me, she knows that well. "They're planning to send memory serum on the experiments and then blow them up, starting with Chicago."