Disclaimer: I don't own the Inheritance Cycle.


(Cam's POV)

"Ok," Eragon said. "First, what's a D-9? Second, what's a port jump?"

"A D-9 is where a team makes a port jump to the base, grabs weapons and supplies, and port jumps to the battle zone," I explained. "A port jump is fairly new. It was finished with testing just a year ago. What it is, is where a team sets coordinates into a jump pod and activates it. It then makes a portal to the chosen area. Allowing the team to get there quicker. Like the Javelin rocket launcher, it costs a lot of money. So, we train on simulators and only use them in dire situations."

"Oh," said Eragon. I don't think he understood all of that. I better give him a slow and stupefied explanation of military tactics and weapons later.

"You don't really understand this, do you?" J.G. asked Eragon.

"No," Eragon replied, somewhat embarrassed.

"That's ok," J.G. said. "I didn't get it either. Cam had to basically spell it out for me. I still didn't understand. Then Coy explained it slowly and stupefied for me five times before I understood it."

"Attention," said the pilot. "Drop time in one minute."

"Time to go," I said. We got on our parachutes and went to the door. "Eragon, got your gun ready?"

"Yep," he replied. "Are we parachuting into the battle zone?"

"No, we're going to land about one mile from the battle. There, we will ride a tank into the battle field and provide support to the troops there." I said. "J.G. pop the door, we're dropping on my mark." When J.G. popped the door I yelled, "Ready, set, jump!"

As soon as we jumped, a flock of geese flew right into us. Let me tell you something, when you are falling from one thousand feet, being hit with geese, and hearing J.G. scream in a squeaky voice, you aren't too happy. I don't know how I survive this job.

When the geese were done pelting us, we opened our parachutes. I tried to calm J.G. because, of course, he was still screaming. "J.G., if you don't stop screaming right now, I will rip Kevin's head off," I said. That shut him up.

"Who's Kevin?" Eragon asked.

"I don't know," I answered. "I just made up a name. I'll have to remember that."

"Brace for landing," J.G. said.


After we landed, we went to go find the tank.

"Cam," Eragon said. "Why do you keep a tank in the Beor Mountains?"

"We don't keep it here. We dropped it on a parachute platform when we parachuted down here."

"Oh," said Eragon. "What's a tank?"

"That, my friend, is a tank," I said, pointing to the heavily armed tank sitting in the middle of the clearing we just walked into.


Sorry I haven't updated in over a week. I've been busy with Wrestling and hunting. Speaking of hunting, I feel like the worst shot in the world. I saw a huge deer at practically point blank range and missed it! I aimed too high. Then I saw an even bigger deer a little farther away, and missed that one too. That time I aimed too low. I feel like I can't do anything right.