A/N: First fanfic, hope you like it. ExA

Summary: Eragon and Saphira, his sister, are two FBI agents in charge of an investigation against a terrorist organization called 'The Empire'. Eragon and the rest of the 'Varden' team are under a lot of pressure to capture the evasive leader of the organization, Galbatorix.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inheritance Cycle

Prologue: Shade of Terror

"Ready on me!" A voice spoke through the radio interceptor.

The man smiled. The information was correct. The Shade lifted his head and looked to the surveillance video His maroon eyes showed enthusiasm and without thinking, passed his hand through his crimson hair. He blinked rapidly and analyzed the situation. The message was correct, the FBI was there. But could this be a trap? "Spread out!" He said. "Duck or hide behind the walls and kill whoever enters through the front door . . . or die."

Behind him twelve Urgals with simple AK-47 with grenade launchers. They were small men with bowed legs and thick, brutish arms made for crushing. A mask and simple night vision goggles hid their faces. The men hurried into finding their hiding spots, grunting as they hid. Soon the heavy footsteps stopped and the house was silent again.

The Shade got up and rounded the table, looking through the window to the access path to the house. It was a very dark night because of the clouds hiding the moon, but he didn't care. His thermal imaging device let him see what he wanted. Every heat signature in a mile was visible through the device. He remained unnaturally still with the bomb's detonation control in his hand.

Finally, after an 'a radio silent' command said by one of the FBI agents, the heat signatures from their team began their approximation to the house. "Get ready!" He prepared the trigger of the bombs. It had taken many plots and much death to his men to prepare this moment. He would not loose focus this time.

Fifteen heat signatures quickly made their way through the yard dividing in two teams, one of ten men and other of only five. The first team directed towards the main entrance of the house while the second team ran to the side door. The Shade smiled and walked silently to the side door. One of his targets would be certainly in that team. He left the thermal imaging device, drawing his favorite PB with silencer. He hid in the small compartment where he knew no one would look for him and waited.

After few seconds, the sound of the door being thrown of the hinges made its way to his ears followed by shouts of: "FBI!"

The shots started and the side door was opened. Five men made their way in the house. One of those was definitively a woman. He silently followed them, waiting for the opportunity.

And finally it happened: the woman stayed behind. Unlike the others, she was not wearing full tactical equipment, only wearing a bullet-proof vest and a cap.

Quickly, the Shade grabbed her, covering her mouth so that she did not scream and killed the two men in front of her. The woman let out a small scream suppressed by the Shade's hand. "Now let's hear what you know, shall we?" The Shade whispered in her ear.

He took her to the side door and into a car that was waiting for him. "Oh! I think I am forgetting something!" The Shade whispered again, taking the bomb's trigger of the pocket and showing it to the woman. "Let's see some 'Garjzla', shall we?" And he pressed the trigger.

An explosion occurred in the house. The woman cried again and the Shade hit her in the head with the gunstock. And, ignoring the beauty of the woman, he threw her to the trunk. Looking one last time for the burning house, the Shade smiled and sat in the passages' sit.

Chapter One: News

Bip. Bip.

Where am I?

Bip. Bip.

Fírnen felt soft sheets underneath him.

What happened?

Bip. Bip.

He opened his eyes. "Agent Davies?"

Bip. Bip.

"Where am I? Who are you?" Fírnen said in a low voice, still with his eyes getting used to the light.

"Agent Davies! Glad to see you are okay." A man said.

The man had a leaned muscular build and average height. His face was angular, pale and smooth with slanted and intense brown eyes. He had dark thick eyebrows and short brown hair that didn't cover his pointy ears of an elf. He was dressed with a dark suit and a sky blue shirt.

"Who are you?" Fírnen said.

"I'm Special Agent Eragon Smith and my colleague is Special Agent Angela Paolini." The man answered. "And to answer your first question, you are in the Healer's House from Osilon."

Fírnen looked to the woman. Special Agent Paolini was a woman of short stature with thick, curly brown hair and flashing eyes. She was also wearing a black suit but with a light green shirt.

"What . . . What happened?"

"You don't remember what happened?" Eragon asked him. Fírnen shook his head, saying. "My memory is a little blurry. I only remember something's."

Eragon nodded. "Yes, the healers said that you might experience some memory loss. Well, does the name 'Varden' means anything to you?"

Fírnen shook his head again. "'Varden' is the code name for the FBI team that is investigating a terrorist organization called 'The Empire'." Eragon paused. "'The Empire' is a terrorist organization responsible for the murders and attempts of murder of various nobleman and sabotage and bombings all across Alagaësia."

By this time, Fírnen was already sat on the bed with his back leaned against the room's wall. The room was small painted clean white. He was lying on a bed in the middle of the room with a heart rate monitor in a small table connected to his finger. There was also a chair besides the bed, where Angela was sitting, and a sofa in the side.

"You are one of the agents of that operation. The agent in charge was . . ."

"Fäolin. Yes!" Fírnen interrupted. "I'm starting to remember! Yes! We were going to make an arrest. One of Galbatorix's top lieutenants! Yes, I remember!" Enthusiasm spread over Fírnen's face.

"Good!" Eragon smiled.

"Who did you told about the operation?" Angela interviewed.

"What . . . What?" Fírnen was completely confused. What was she saying?

"Well, we found some Intel about your operation in the target house." Eragon said, sending an angry look at Angela. "We think that there was a leak and that lead to what happened in the target house."

"Wait . . . You think I am the leak? You think I betrayed my country and my family for a terrorist organization?" Fírnen didn't believe those agents. Why were they implying that? He was no traitor. He had too much to live for. "I was on that team! My friends were on that team! My sister was on that . . ." Then Fírnen remembered. "Where is my sister?"

Eragon looked sadly to Angela.

"Wait! What happened to Arya?"

Arya felt the hot blood falling down her skin.

"Are you ready to tell me your secrets, elf?"

Her vision was blurry. She had been in that room for over ten hours, being cut, punched, kicked, whipped . . . And at the same time the Shade was constantly trying to break into her mind.

"I will not give you the locations of the elves' cities." She stated. "I will not stay what are the protections of Dorú Areaba and the FBI training facilities. And I'm not telling you the names of the agents of the Varden. And I'm certainly not telling you anything that you want to know about Alagaësia."

"Yes you will elf." The Shade laughed and whipped her back.

Arya screamed in pain.

"What happened to my sister?" Fírnen was almost yelling.

"She was taken away, probably by your target." Eragon said.

"What?" Fírnen said, in a low voice.

"I'm sorry." Eragon said. "We searched everywhere in the target house. We have no clue where she is."

Fírnen felt tears falling through his face. He tried to contain them when Eragon started talking but he could not restrain them anymore. He let them fall through his check. "Please, can you . . ."

"Yes, we are going to do everything we can to find her." Eragon assured.

"Or find out who killed her." Angela said, receiving another angry look from Eragon.

Seeing the sadness in Fírnen's eyes and face, Eragon said: "Angela, wait for me outside." He turned to Fírnen again. "I promise you that I will do anything in my power to find your sister and bring her back to you unarmed."

"Thank you." Eragon nodded and turned to leave the room but heisted opening the door. "Arya is a strong woman. I'm sure she is okay." Eragon said and opened the door, leaving the door.

"Sir, I need an authorization to create a special task force group to find and rescue Agent Arya Smith." Eragon said.

"Eragon! My friend! The first time we see each other and the first thing you say is about work!" Arva said. "Let's walk."

Eragon and Arva walked through the gardens near the FBI office. Arva was the FBI's operations' manager in the Osilons's office. He was a tall and slim elf, with lime green eyes and long grey hair. He was dressed with the usual black suit and white shirt from the FBI and a sheeted Rider's sword was on his belt.

A Rider. Eragon usually dreamed with that his whole life. The Riders were the highest level of Special Agents of the FBI. They were very few because of the nature of the post. To be a Rider, there had to be a Dragon. A Rider and a Dragon. The best teams of Special Agents. The Rider was the oldest agent and his brother or sister had to be the Dragon.

"So Eragon, why do you want to rescue agent Smith?" Arva interrupted Eragon's thoughts.

"I've seen agent Smith's record, sir. She was one of the best agents on duty, sir. I believe that she could be a Rider." Eragon said.

"Eragon, you are not a Rider. How would you know who is prepared or not to be a Rider?"

Eragon didn't answer. His eyes were struck in an elf standing in front of them. The elf had long silver hair and Eragon could see, with his half-elf eyes, gray eyes.

"Ebrithil!" Eragon said, in low voice. "You call him here?"

"No, Eragon, I didn't." Arva said. "I'm sorry but you didn't think that your actions would be unnoted by the elders."

"You really look more and more like a Richards. I remember Brom to be always suggesting persons to be Riders and Dragons. And when they were into trouble, he was the first to ask the questions 'Why?', 'When?' and 'How?'." The elf spoke.

"Oromis. Ebrithil." Eragon bowed.

Oromis signaled Arva to leave. "Eragon-elda. Why do I think that you have more reasons to rescue agent Smith than you said to Arva?"

"What do you mean ebrithil?"

"You know Arya since she was born. She was like your younger sister. And after your real sister was born and your mother and father disappeared for a year, you didn't have much time to look out for Arya. But those travels to Tialdarí Hall weren't missed." Oromis said. "You always had a way to be her older brother and her protector. Maybe those fallings have grown?"

Eragon felt his ears starting to heat but he kept an impassive face and voice. "Sir, my reasons to rescue agent Smith are those that I spoke to Arva. Nothing else."

"I see." Oromis sighed. "I will give you the authorization to form the task force. But first you and your sister will have to pass the trials."

"What trials?"

"To be a Rider and a Dragon."

"Done." Saphira said.

"Done." Roran said, few seconds latter. "Damn! How did you do it faster then me?"

"Because I'm a half-elf and you constantly forget about that."

"But you only learned how to build this bird's house today!" Roran said.

"I'm a fast learner!" Saphira said with a smile. "And you're very slow."

Roran laughed. "Now who is forgetting about being a quick half-elf?"

Saphira laughed as well. She had been in her cousin's house in Carvahall since her holidays began. There was always fun in the White's house. Either was in the farm or building bird's houses, reading or telling family stories.

"Well, I have to go." Roran said.

"All right. Say Hi to Katrina for me." Saphira smiled.

She went to her room to try to read. She couldn't concentrate in her reading. Her brother had not talked to her in a few days. She looked to her scrying mirror. And there he was. A brown-haired half-elf.

"Eragon!" She yelled.

Eragon laughed. "Hey, sis! How are you?"

"I'm fine, of course! But how are you? You didn't say anything for a week!"

"I'm fine too." Eragon face turned to pure happiness. "I need you to be here as fast as you can, sis."

"Why?"

"I'm in Osilon, come as fast as you can." Eragon smiled even wider. "Saphira, we are going to make the Trials!"

A/N: I have changed the characters' characteristics a little... I hope you like it. R&R if you think that something is not right...