Dauntless

The operative

TOBIAS POV

We finally get to meet the new undercover operative, there where five new kids this semester. We are all putting money on who we think it is.

I put mine on Six.

We are driving up to the meeting point in our blue van. (Because black is such a stereotypical color for spy vans)

And we wait for less than ten minutes before the door of the van slides open and there she stands.

She is wearing dark blue skinny jeans with a black lace long sleeve shirt and knee length black boots. Her long blond hair falling is waves around her face, her piercing blue eyes peering into all of ours; as if she could see right through us.

And everyone thought I just wanted her to be an agent because she looks vaguely like Tris did, well it's mostly just the eyes that look the same.

Tris was self conscious, blushed a lot (and I mean a lot) always smiling, and her eyes were soft and welcoming.

But six looks at us unfazed, without emotion.

I guess something inside of me wanted her to be Tris, the others have accepted tris being gone. I just...... She was my best friend. And I had always hoped she would become more than that. And she disappeared before I had the courage to tell her that.

Maybe I need to say goodbye to Beatrice, like the others did.

I feel money being slapped into my palm as she steps in and closes the door.

"You bet on me?" She questions in a sharp tone

"Well, he did. I though it was going to be Matt O'brian" Zeke shrugs and causally sat back in his chair.

She scoffs

"Please, don't insult me"

"So your one of us now!" Chris says excitedly

"No." Six responds, immediately silencing Chris "Peter is stupid, but he isn't dumb. If suddenly we all became buddy buddy with eachother he could get suspicious, and I don't know about you, but I don't want to be in high school any longer than I have to be"

"Right......" Marlene interrupts "so we know we are here incase you need to get out in a hurry, so are you worried he's going to hurt you?"

"No. I just want to make sure he keeps his hands to himself" I can see her shiver a little as she says it. I can't blame her.

"Not judging you there." Shuanna agrees. "He's gross"

Six just nods and looks out the painted window. (A/N BTW When windows on cars are painted it's kinda like one way glass)

She seems to be looking at nothing, and everything at the same time. And I can't help myself wondering what she is thinking.

The rest of the ride is quiet.

And if possible, when we drop her off, complete and utter silence.not even a cricket could be heard as the van door rolled shut and she disappeared into the night.

Leaving us to wait, to follow.

TRIS POV

Okay so they are the operatives that have been on this case for an entire semester? No wonder there has been so little progress. They completely alienated themselves from the target. Not the best way to gather information, I'm just saying.

It's been only a week since I started this mission and I've already accomplished more than they have in six months. Why didn't Max just put me on the initial case? It would be done by now and one more creepy lunatic would be off the street.

God, I just hope he doesn't kiss me again.

I look at my rigged phone and slightly finger the button that will get me out of there, if need be.

I slip is back into my pocket and walk confidently to the address, and when I knock.

I bite back a bit of puke and put on my flirtatious smile.

He answers the door with one of his own. He leans against the door frame and the flirt becomes cockiness, pride, arrogance.

And I want to punch him in the face.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away." Did I say punch? I meant ring his neck.

"Well, you made such an appealing offer." I bat my eyelashes, and wish for a second I could cut them off.

He walks up and kisses me, sticking his tongue down my throat. Before pulling away and guiding me inside.

And ringing his neck suddenly became to quick, to easy.

I want to tourture him, like he is me.

But I'm forced to smile and play along, pretend like I'm just some stupid girl he wants to have his way with.

He told me he would tell me what he's doing. And I intend to make him follow through on that.

By any means necessary.