He heaved a great sigh. For a crazy king who'd been alive centuries without getting so much as a scratch from the angry group of suicidal rebels just to the south of him, he had a knack for getting in trouble. Said evil rider king was currently chained to a desk, screaming obscenities at the poor police officer who simply sat there with his mouth agape at the range of hypocritical insults he was receiving.

Murtagh straightened the fake badge attached to his chest and looked down at the odd uniform. It was blue and covered in badges and a heavy belt he rather wanted to through away hung at his waist. Problem was it fit in rather odd places and was cut tightly in some spots where it really shouldn't be.

He'd done just as Galbatorix had told him, snuck around back and found his way to the lockers before picking one of the locks and removing one of the uniforms in which looked like it might have some mild hope of fitting along with all the trappings. It had taken a few tries to get it on right, people in this world dress so oddly, but finally he'd done it and managed his way to the interrogation room.

Reluctantly, he opened the door. Galbatorix stopped swearing for a moment to give him a once over and fought a grin when he saw it was him. Murtagh sighed as the tired, over-worked officer gave him a short, happy smile accompanied by a nod without really paying him too much mind. Within seconds the man was gone, no doubt glad to be out of earshot of the horror that was the Rider King.

"Boy. You took long enough." He growled.

"Well, excuse me. But do you know how hard it is to drive? I mean, if I ever thought flying could be hard or driving a horse. Some idiot swerved in front of the guy in front of me. He hit him. Had to swerve to the side just to avoid dying thank you very much." Murtagh replied, unable to keep a little bit of anger out of his words. "So why couldn't you break your self out again? Not like your magic is disabled like Eragon's. You could be gone in a second."

"Because the people in this world are idiots. They would freak out and there would be a man hunt like you wouldn't believe. Plus they might trace us to your brother and they get him and there is no point to being here. Remember the plan. This way it'll just be another crime in a world of villainy." For a rash idiot, Galbatorix actually made sense, Murtagh reflected. Maybe that was how he got through the decades.

Murtagh un-cuffed him and threw him a uniform to change into along with the cop cap and a pair of dark sunglasses. The older Rider began to strip shamelessly in front of the younger one. Murtagh gave a disgusted gurgle and turned away, covering his eyes.

"Dude, warn me next time." He said gruffly as he turned back once the threat was over. Galbatorix grinned.

The two left without another word, him between Murtagh in the wall. As they passed the other cops, Murtagh could see out of the corner of his eye Galbatorix sticking his tongue out at one of the cops from beneath his cap.

"Could you be any more bipolar and immature?" He mumbled to himself. Galbatorix must have heard him for he gave him a sharp push over, right into the path of another cop. The two collided and Murtagh fell downwards, his face hitting the floor as Galbatorix snickered.

The stunned lady cop looked down at him with surprise. "I'm so sorry. Here." She extended her hand and he gladly took it, using it as a bracer to help him up. "I don't think I've ever seen you around here. Are you new?"

"Uh…Ya. Murtagh said nervously, wanting to just leave. Only Galbatorix seemed keen on staying put and making him suffer through this awkward conversation, confident his hat and glasses would be enough to hide who he was.

She leaned in for a moment, her eyes inspecting his badge. Suddenly a strange look passed across her face. "Imposter!" She yelled, the whole station turning to attention all of the sudden. Her hand flew to her belt, but she was too slow.

"Blöthr!" Murtagh barked. In one fluid motion, he grabbed a handful of Galbatorix's uniform and rushed him over to a table which he proceeded to tip over and ducked down out of sight. The whole station was suddenly in an uproar of confusion as the woman remained suspended by his spell.

One cop recovered from the shock. A shot rang out, leaving a nice pea-sized hole a few inches from Murtagh's head. "Got any more bright ideas?" He asked Galbatorix. Said rider raised the his gun from the utility belt as fired back, striking the man in the arm.

The next second there was another shot and Murtagh had to roll to escape its path. He gave a soft grunt as he drew his own gun and pulled the trigger. An unexpected amount of force sent him sprawling backwards as the bullet sprung to life.

Galbatorix snorted and let off another two rounds, hitting two more cops. One in the chest and one right in the head. Blood spurted onto the walls as the pandemonium continued. Now every man seemed to have regained their composure. As the chorus of gunfire filled the air Murtagh tried to catch his breath.

"Enough of this!" Galbatorix growled. "Malthinae." Murtagh quickly covered his eyes and ran as a bright, white light like a star filled his plane of vision. He vaguely knew Galbatorix was running next to him, both madly dashing for the door. A second later they were outside and Murtagh quickly lead him to the car.

With in moments, they were on the road, him driving since he was better at it. Galbatorix had totaled three cars already and was prone to road rage. As he turned on to the main road, he could feel the rider's eyes on him.

He suddenly let out a sharp, chilling laugh. "You know what boy?"

He hated when Galbatorix felt the need to tell him something. It was rarely good. He sighed. "I'll bite. What?"

"According to this," Here he touched his nametag. "you are officer Elizabeth Harter…"

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I know I know. Way short right? But if you can't tell when you go to the Inheritance stories list, I have done a hellava lot of writing. Thanksgiving update. So I am lucky I had this much inspiration. So I will be updating again as a second gift to you guys if you give me nice reviews, so please do…