Undercover

Chapter 41

"I told you to fucking take care of her!"

"I sent her home! She was drunk and angry, I thought I was doing her a favour!"

"She was still drunk!? She is probably swimming in the bottom of the fucking chasm by now!"

"I highly doubt it, I talked to the rest of the initiates that was on their way to go through the simulations, they said she came rushing in, grabbing a pillow and a quilt then running back out all freaked."

"So?"

"Why the fuck would she get a quilt and pillow to swim in the bloody chasm!"

"I don't know! How about yo-"

I hear the voice say that had woken me and I was pissed, I was still tired and I had a massive hangover.

"Will you shut the bloody hell up! Some people are still hungover and tired!" I snap before laying back down, trying to get to sleep.

"Tris!"

"That's my name, now fuck off."

"What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with you?" I sass back, eyes closed.

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you copying everything I say?"

"Why do you expect me to answer properly when I have only just woken up? No thanks to you, by the way." I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"We couldn't find you."

"Great, so my plan worked. It also failed too since you are here now." I moan.

"Come on, training." Is all he says, his voice gruff.

"Eric-" Zeke says but what happened next surprised us both.

"Zeke, if you don't fuck off, I will personally tattoo you to say the ways to go fuck yourself and trust me, it's going to be a long list." he spits.

"Dude, Chill. You are making the Antarctic look bad." I tell him getting up, I get my pillow and quilt and walk to the dorms. I put them on my bed and pull out some new clothes. I take a shower and finish in 10 minutes, I change and run to the simulation room. There was five people waiting in there, Uriah, Danny, Charlotte, Christina and Will. "Hey guys." I grumble as I sit across from them.
"Hey." They grumble in response.
"Hangover?"
"Yup."
"Same."
"Tris." Four says to me, actually, more like shouts and we have to cover our heads and press our hands to our foreheads to stop the pain. Unfortunately, Four caught on.
"What's up guys!?" he shouts and I got pissed. I stood up, drew my fist back, and clocked him in the nose.
Crack.
Shit.
"Sorry!" I say but then remember CIA training, never say you're sorry. "On second thought, no I'm not." I say as I walk into the room and sit down on the metal chair, waiting for the torture to begin.

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Clowns. Today's fear was clowns. I was in a room, full of clowns. I shudder as I gulp down another mouthful of the Zombie I had ordered the moment I walked in the bar. Danny understood.
"I can't take this anymore." I whisper.
"Hey, don't think like that. It isn't just you anymore remember?" He says sternly, it was then I remembered that Skylar had Scarlett. I need to go see her.
"Yeah, you're right." I say, taking another drink. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and see its a text from Will.

Will😏:Rankings are up, Eric refuses to take off the sheet until you get your ass here. PS, come sort your boyfriend out, he just asked someone if they want to go drown in their own tears. Which, is virtually impossible.
Me: Crap, be there in 5. PPS, your erudite is showing.
Will😏: Sorry, just, hurry up will you.
Me: On my way.