Dauntless

A long shot

Tobias POV

6728, 6728, 6728, I repeat over and over in my head so I don't forget.

We are driving down main about to turn off, almost there.

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God knows what peter could be doing to her? If she's scared enough to activate her tracer.......

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They can only be activated once to avoid detection. She's activated it, she'll need to get a new one in anew spot... And it's not exactly painless.

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The tracer is a last resort. And Peter is one of the worst guys I've ever met. She's right to be scared.

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But in the video she didn't look scared, she looked awake.

I only know one other person who ever looked like that when they were scared.

My thoughts are interrupted when the car jerks due to Zeke taking a sharp turn at high speed.

Once we've pulled into the head courters we are all running. Most from excitement, we've never been apart of an activation before.

We've never been in such a high staked situation.

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We are running through hallways and up stairs, trying our best to make it to the directors office at full speed without running into anyone.

It's harder than it sounds.

6728 I think again as Uriah slams into some unexpecting agent, stumbles mumbles a sorry before continuing to run, catching up with us faster than I thought he would.

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It feels like one of those cartoons and the characters are running towards something but it just keeps getting farther away, an infinite hallway.

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Finally we make it to the office and I can breathe again.

We burst in, and undoubtably we look like a bunch of maniacs on drugs.

His stare is blank and I'm not sure who should talk first.

"What are you guys doing here!?" He yells so suddenly it makes me jump. "You are supoused to be assisting agent 006"

I stand up straighter, like we defied an order.

"She has been activated, sir" I manage to say under his cold glare.

His face shifts, into something some might call dread, or fear.

"Follow me." He says before walking out of the room.

Tris POV

I tap my index finger against my thigh repeatedly, a nervous habit.

I hope he doesn't notice.

I try and tell myself I've been in plenty more dangerous situations than this one over the past two years, and even without a weapon I still can defend myself.

But the people I was working with for this mission, something about them makes me nervous, like a familiar tick in the back of my mind.

I shake my head slightly to clear my thoughts.

Assess the situation, a voice in my head tells me.

My cover could be made, and he's taking me god knows where. I am unarmed and unless they got my signal nobody knows where I am.

Great.....

Okay so first chance I get I need to slip away, I can arrest everyone by myself.

In the corner of my eye I notice peter drinking a beer. Oh great not only is he underage but he's the driver.

Can this moment get any better? No, really. can it? Cause that would be great.

"Want some?" He offers me the beer and I fake giggle.

"No Thanks, I want to be all here for tonight." Yeah, when I kick your discussing face into the ground.

I scoot closer to him, maybe I can seduce my way out of this......

I run my hand up is arm slowly, my fingertips sliding under the sleeve of his shirt.

I put my mouth up to his ear and he swerves slightly, taking us into oncoming traffic for a split second. And I know it's working.

"You know maybe we can skip whatever your doing, just for tonight." I whisper while tracing the skin just above the collar of his shirt.

God make this work. I know I'll have to burn these clothes after this..... And I so loved this jacket.

I see him gulp with anticipation, just a little bit more.... All I need him to do is pull over.

I kiss his neck, he swerves again. Common..........

"You know, Eric can wait." His voice is low and rough. He pulls over the truck and when is finally parked he basically attacks me, kissing me with such force it hurts.

I need to get out of this, now is my chance.

He has me pinned to the seat so I can't use my hands, and my lags are separated by his.

And then I know what to do, and I almost smile at the thought.

I shift my leg slightly so it's between his. He moans, taking the contact way different than what I intend.

I brace myself for his reaction and pull my knee upwards in one fast swift motion, using as much force as I can muster.

When he feels the impact he bites my lip and screams in pain.

He crumple to the ground and I can see tears in his eyes. I know I shouldn't laugh but I do.

After a minute I taste blood and know it was from when he bit my lip.

Once I have him restrained I throw him in the back of the truck.

Now I just have to figure out one thing.

Where the heck am I?