This isnt really an example of anything, its just some random event i made up because i thought of this plot a couple days ago and wanted to write it. I was originally going to fit something like this in the actual story but thought to hell with it.

Enjoy.

Holly age 19 (1827)
Arron's hiding place

"I told you to take him out!" I shrieked as I burst through the heavy wooden doors, startling the occupants inside. Six figures had been bent over a table examining a map and now a tall girl with red hair pointed a knife at me.

"Who are you?" She demanded.

"Who are you?" I retorted and looked around for my brother.

"How did you get in?" The largest man asked. I simply stepped to the side to show where the guards were strewn about unconscious.

"What the he'" He started to started but I cut him off, impatient.

"I need to speak to Arron." I said shortly and tried to make for the stairs but the girl with the knife dashed in front of me blocking my way.

"You cant just come barging in here demanding to see people like you own the place." She growled out. I raised my eyebrows and stepped closer to her.

"Honey, I don't need to own the place. I've got the next best thing. I'm the reason they bought it." I said dangerously before stepping back and looking up and yelling, "Arron!"

"Okay girlie time for you to go." The big man came and grabbed my arm roughly and started to steer out of the room but Arron had already made it down the stairs and jumped a table.

"Let her go, Dimitri." He barked and the man, Dimitri, let me go quickly.

"Sorry. She-"

"She busted through the doors demanding to see you with no explanation, knocking out the guards to get here! How the hell did she do that? Who the fuck is this girl?" The girl who had pointed the knife at me demanded, cutting him off. Suck bad language for a young woman.

Arron ignored the question and looked behind me into the hallway. He scowled at me and I glared right back.

"Don't you scowl at me. You wouldn't answer the phone and I need to talk to you. Right. Now." I said fiercely and my glare deepened.

He sighed and walked up the stairs, motioning me to follow. I stomped up the stairs behind him and we walked into the study and he sunk into his chair behind the desk.

"Why did you come here?" He asked wearily, already knowing the answer. A faerie we caught being a double agent has returned to the Mendel. As an assassin. Everyone was convinced he wouldn't go back.

"You didn't answer the phone. So I came to you. I told you to take him out! But noooo. No one listens to Holly! Now look what happened. He is the Mendel's top assassin. Good job, Arron. Bra-fucking-vo."

"How was I supposed to know he would go back to work for them?" He exclaimed harshly, banging his fist on the desk.

"I told you he would! Helllo, Angel of Deceit right here! I saw what he was going to do!" I said angrily, slamming my hands on the desk, getting in his face. "I looked into his eyes and saw that he wouldn't stop. That he go straight back to the Mendel. I tried to tell you. Why didn't you listen to me? You know I wouldn't lie about something like that."

"I know you wouldn't. I just..we all hoped he wouldn't do it. The other generals were convinced I was letting the intelligence department run the military. Sometimes, even I have to go with everyone else, or they loose faith, people think I'm taking over."

"You are the leader." I said dryly.

"Yes, I know. They need to feel like some things are their doing. Even if its wrong."

"That's very sneaky of you."

"Well I wonder where I got that from." He said pointedly.

I sighed and hopped up on his desk and crossed my legs. "I'm still mad at you." I said simply.

"I figured. Now was it necessary to knock the guards out?"

"I was in a hurry. Speaking of guards, who was that bitch that pointed the knife at me?" I demanded.

He chuckled. "Sorry about that. Her name is Jasmine, she is an excellent grease man."

"I think you mean hit man."

"Be nice." He scolded.

"Oh like you ever are. Am I not allowed to have an opinion?" I asked innocently.

"Not if you don't keep it to yourself."

"That is the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard in all my lives."

He rolled his eyes and leaned forward in his chair, staring at me with his blue eyes. "Now what do we do about this problem?"

"Exactly. As much as it pains me to say this, why don't you use your little ragtag…team. The Mendel don't know them. They don't know their patterns, their techniques. It would be a…good idea, to use them. A good strategy." I practically choked out.

He laughed at me pained expression and patted my hand. "Whats wrong? Jealous?"

"Hell no. I am merely surprised by your ability to build a specialized team out of nowhere. Without help."

"Without you?" He asked softly.

I looked away and scowled at my feet. "Its just weird. I'm not used to being out of the loop."

"Who said you were out of it? I wouldn't be able to do this long without your help. Or without you finding out about it. I would have asked for help eventually."

"But for how long?"

"Does it matter? Have you never done anything I didn't know about?" He raised his eyebrow in question. I avoided eye contact and looked at the space above his head.

"That's what I thought." He said calmly. "Now how about I call them in here and we talk about whats going on?"

"Fine."

"Meeting. Now!" He barked out loudly. I rolled my eyes as I heard them run up the stairs. They ran in and looked surprised to find me perched on his desk.

"Arron?" Dimitri asked in question. I raised my eyebrows in shock. No one calls him Arron but a few people. Its general Ricada or sir. What the hell has he been doing?

"A fairy we let escape has returned to the Mendel as an assassin." He stated and paused as I coughed loudly giving him a look. He glared at me and continued. "We need to catch him before he kills off anymore of our officials."

They nodded and he looked at me in response.

It's like I'm his servant…

I got off the desk and walked to where I dropped my bag by the door and pulled out a file.

"This is the list of people he has killed. It has his behaviors and everything you may need to know." I informed them and handed the girl the file reluctantly.

She snatched it out of my hand and quickly skimmed the pages. She looked up and narrowed her eyes. "How do you know all this? Are you with them?"

I laughed at the absurdity of the question. "No I sure as hell am not. I gather intel."

She looked past me to Arron. "I do not like her.

One of the men behind her choked back a laugh and my mouth dropped in shock. Arron's eyes widened in surprise before his face got hard and he spit out. "You just met her. However it does not matter, she will be working with us and there is nothing you can say about it."

"Oh yes there is. I will not work with someone from the ID. You said so yourself that we cant trust what they put out as intel."

I spun to look at Arron and demanded. "Oh did he now?"

He raised his arms in defense and said calmly. "I didn't say that I said that the intel isn't always….accurate."

"You ass. I have never given you false information!" I shrieked.

"You have also not always given me all the information." He said coolly.

"I gave you what was needed." I said shortly, not believing this.

"See! You cant trust her! Shes from ID." The girl shrieked jamming her finger in my chest. I grabbed her finger and twisted her hand behind her back and pinned her to the floor.

"Little girl, I am the ID." I told her forcefully. I shoved her into the ground once more for good measures and got off of her.

She got up on shaky feet and stared at me with wide eyes. She whirled on Arron and yelled angrily. "Who the fuck is this bitch?"

I stepped forward and plastered a fake pleasant smile on my face, holding my hand out as if she would shake it. "Hello, I'm Holly Ricada. Arron's sister? Nice to fucking meet you."