Ok, so I decided to try my hand at writing two stories at once. This one may not be as scheduled as the other, because no matter what, "An Unwanted Bond" will always be up on Fridays, but I will continue to write this in any of my spare time. I'm really glad you all liked it! Also, my hands were completely tied when it comes to the removal of FtP. Like, I had no way on earth of stopping it lol. If you don't know the reason it was removed, you really should go to my UnparralledThinking profile because I explain it all. FtP will not be allowed back up, so I am only putting up the epilogue. Also, I really didn't think this chapter went to fast, personally. The whole point was an introduction of the plot and characters. There was no way to draw it out I don't think.

As he made his way out of the room, driven by his anger and with the knowledge of the gangs location, two people grabbed his arms. He pulled but it was to no avail.

"What the hell!"

In front of him his boss was looking at him tiredly.

"Eragon, we can't let you get yourself killed by running in there. You're in no condition anyways."

Furiously he tried to escape but Vincent joined the others and he had no chance. The Captain looked apologetically at him before ordering,

"Put him in there with her and lock the door. You two stay on the exit and make sure he stays here."

Eragon was furious.

"Reese!"

"Shay we have to do this right! We'll stake out the building and then if we find them there we'll move in."

"They'll be gone in the days that will take!"

Reese ignored him.

"Put him in there."

He was pushed into the room, one of the agents jostling his injured shoulder and making him bite his tongue. The door was closed behind him and he slammed his good shoulder against it in vain. Finally he gave up and walked toward the window from where Saphira was watching him. He looked down the ten stories and weighed the stupidity of climbing out the window and down the building.

"You'd die."

He looked over.

"You know this how?"

"If you calculate all the possible mistakes and the height and your condition, it comes to a 97.5 percent chance that you will fall to your death by slipping. There's a chance that you could hold on but with only one arm that chance is decreased by 87 percent."

Eragon's eyes widened.

"How did you do that?"

Saphira tapped her brain.

"I'm kind of smart."

"Kind of?"

She shrugged.

"Well, really smart, but whatever."

"Is that why those guys were after you?"

Saphira nodded.

"Yepps."

"What do they need you for?"

Her face darkened and she looked away. He decided not to push and instead focused on finding a way out. Coming up with something he turned to her.

"Will you help me escape?"

"Why?"

"Because if you don't, they wait three days casing out the building. Durza has your friend. Do the math. Do you really think she has three days?"

The girl watched him for a moment and then nodded.

"What do you want me to do?"

Ten minutes later she walked to the door.

"Excuse me, but I think you'll want to come in here."

One of the agents on the other side questioned her.

"Why?"

"Well unless you want your man to die. . ."

The door opened cautiously but when they saw the window that Eragon had opened moments before, they ran into the room.

"Did he go out there?"

"Yeah."
They leaned out, looking around. Eragon, who'd been behind the door, sprinted out of the room and closed it behind him. The agents, realizing what had happened, ran back and pounded on it.

"Shay, don't do something stupid! Open the door."

Eragon sighed.

"Sorry guys."

And before they could get word to anyone, he made his way out of the building. Straddling his bike, he took off towards the building where he knew he would find his revenge.

The problem was, by the time he arrived, he could tell they were watching for him. Many of the agents posted in non conspicuous places around the building to watch it were keeping an eye on anything but. They were watching for him. After a couple minutes casing the place he had decided on a plan of a few blocks away he walked into the clothes store there. He bought jeans, a black wife-beater tank top, and some sunglasses along with a ball cap. Changing into them in the fitting room he walked back outside and made it obvious he was carrying by tucking his gun into the band of his jeans in the back.

The last thing he did was take off the arm sling, ignoring the ache in his shoulder, before walking purposefully towards the building. If all went as planned, his team would think him to be one of their targets and let him in without hassle. His face was covered enough by the aviators and the hat that they couldn't see it and without the sling, he had a good chance of making it. And he did. All the way up until he reached the doors. And then a jogger, who wasn't truly a jogger, went by and almost tripped over his own feet. He glared as Eragon walked through the door but didn't do anything else lest he ruin his cover. Eragon entered the air-conditioned building just as a huge man stepped in front of him.

"You need to leave."

Eragon held his ground, pulling off his glasses and glaring at the beast of a man before him.

"I don't think you're boss would like that very much considering he called me here to solve your little problem."

"Really?"

"Yes."

The man, although strong, was obviously not that smart.

"Go on."

"Where is he?"

"Third floor, office 324." The burly man chuckled evilly. "He's having some fun with one of his . . ahem, prisoners."

Eragon bristled but nodded his thanks. He made as if going to the elevators but instead pushed through the doors to the staircase. A musty, old smell assaulted his nose and he fought the urge to gag.His body, bruised and sore from the explosion, complained as he took the steps two at a time. He kept an eye out for cameras but so far he'd seen none. At the second floor he was stopped by a man who looked much more intelligent than the last. His brow was furrowed, eyes looking at eragon suspiciously.

"Who the hell are you?"

Eragon shrugged as he moved closer.

"None of your concern. All you need to know is that I am a friend of your boss and -"

He stopped because as soon as he was close enough, he punched the man in the face with his good arm, glad now that his left, not his right, had been shot. The man groaned and crumpled to the ground but continued to move so Eragon kicked him across the skull, knocking him out. He grabbed the gun that had a silencer on it from the man's holster and continued on. Eragon stepped into a dim hallway on the third floor and shoved his cap into a trash-can before continuing. Readying the gun, he moved quietly down the hall. The first guard who saw him pulled his own gun without asking questions, shouting for back up. Eragon silenced him with a shot to the forehead.

But he'd been heard and three more guards came running. He dropped them with three shots just as two more came around the corner behind him. Turning quickly he fired.

-A-R-Y-A-

She cringed as his fist swept across her jaw, cutting it with his ring. The coppery smell of blood filled her nose, making her frown. He chuckled and landed another blow in her gut. Still, she gave him no show of pain except for the occasional wince. She would not shout for this man. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Just then a voice echoed over the speaker.

"Sir, we have an intruder."

Durza's eyes narrowed.

"Position?"

"Stairwell. Do you want the video feed?"

"Yes."

The t.v. in front of Arya flicked on and showed a man her age or maybe a year less, she guessed 24, with a baseball cap, moving up the steps. She watched him talk casually and importantly to the guard before bashing his head in and continue on. When he stepped through the door and rid himself of the cap, she got a clear view of his face. His hair was short but it waved naturally into a style and his brown eyes, intelligent and quick, looked around, passing over the camera like it wasn't there. They must be hidden somehow or he'd have seen it. When the next man sounded the alarm, she was surprised with the cold precision he showed. One bullet for each guard. It was much better than she would expect of even some of her people. Especially with him only using one arm. His left hung by his side and he seemed to turn his body as if protecting it. The carnage continued, the body count tallying up, and she watched Durza, the man who was in the process of beating the life out of her, grow tense. He spoke to his guard.

"Bring everybody up, now."

"You want him dead?"

Durza considered and then smirked, looking back at Arya.

"No. This one is going to be a lifeless heap soon, I'll need a new punching bag."

His words sent chills through her but she didn't show anything. Instead, she looked back to the screen and watched as men came from all sides, swarming the lone one in the halls. Even with the overwhelming numbers against him, he fought on, firing his gun until it was out and then pulling another. It helped that the others weren't allowed to kill him but even then, the man was subdued by a gun butt to an already bruised face. His body collapsed to the ground and the guards grabbed his arms, violently dragging him through the halls to a door. She wasn't surprised to find the door to the office she was in, open. They threw in the limp man and Durza shooed them away, telling them to clean up the lifeless bodies in the hall.

She studied the man along with Durza, trying to decide if he was one of the Varden or just some rogue. Durza pulled Eragon up with his surprising strength and tied him to a chair as she was. A few minutes later the man woke. His head rolled groggily before shooting up and taking in his surroundings. He caught her eyes and recognition flashed through them before Durza yanked his head to face him. She frowned. She didn't think she'd ever met this man before. She never forgot a face and his would definitely be a hard to forget. Durza spoke.

"I know you, don't I?"

The man shrugged nonchalantly.

"I'm not sure. Maybe I saw you last week at the grocery store? I think you were buying adult diapers. . . . or maybe it was tampons?"

Arya smirked but Durza bristled angrily and then a disgusting smirk crossed his face.

"No. No, you were at the docks. When we exploded the car, killed your partner."

So that was why he was here. Next to her the man stiffened and Durza laughed.

"Yes, we saw that maggot dock worker talking to you and decided to listen in. We saw you run from the car and didn't think we wanted you getting away. Did you see the look on your partners face as he died? You know if you'd have let him go first he'd have lived right? It's your fault he's dead."

Arya wanted to kill Durza right then and there. How could anyone be so evil? Durza continued his torturous words.

"Yes, and I saw you at his funeral. His son punched you because he knew too that you were to blame. You are the reason Garrow is dead."

The man's head snapped up and fury locked his entire body in a tense line, his eyes looked like they could burn through metal.

"Don't you dare speak his name!"

Durza laughed.

"Oh, Eragon. You poor, poor man. You have to live with the fact that you're the reason your partner is dead. How does that feel?"

Eragon kicked at Durza viciously, connecting with a shin. Durza swore and jabbed his thumb into Eragon's left shoulder, making him gasp in pain. Durza grinned.

"Oh, yes. We got one off in you, didn't we? I bet that bullet hurt. But not worse than what you've done. My question is, did you really think you would kill everyone here?"

"I'd hoped."

"Foolish."

"Obviously."

Durza looked at the man sharply and a grin appeared.

"You weren't planning leaving here alive. Either that or you didn't care if you lived or died."

Eragon shrugged.

"Something like that."

Durza chuckled.

"It's almost too bad you hate us so much. You were be an excellent addition to the team."

Eragon spit.

"Never."

Durza shrugged indifferently.

"Well I could always brainwash you. And then I could use you to kill this pretty little thing right here." Durza grinned. "You don't even know what your in the middle of, do you? This isn't some drug cartel that you and your F.B.I. friends have been chasing. This is so much bigger than that." He paused and then tilted his head in question. "Did you happen to find anyone after the police showed up? A girl?"

Arya swore silently. If this agent gave away Saphira the girl would be in Durza's hands by the end of the day. Eragon nodded and Arya's heart sank but his words relieved her.

"Yeah, this lady, about eighty years old saw some stuff. Too bad she'd escaped from a nursing home the day before. Because of Alzheimer's she's not usable in court."

Durza laughed but somebody cut over the speakers.

"Sir, I think there's surveillance on us outside."

"What?"

"Yeah, two vans have been out there for almost an hour and theres a lot of people just aimlessly passing by that really wouldn't be. Don't know for sure."

Durza slammed his hand on the table and then whirled on Eragon, eyes raging although there was a hint of admiration in them. The veins on his forehead were bulging. Spitting a curse he punched Eragon in the face.

"You sneaky bastard. Very well played!"

With that he stomped out of the room. Eragon's head lolled back in his chair from the force of the blow. She spoke.

"Very well played indeed."

He looked at her, eyes flashing something she couldn't catch.

"Sure was."

A bullhorn from outside.

"THE BUILDING IS SURROUNDED. COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR."

Eragon chuckled and pulled at his bindings with his good arm. After a moment he gave up. Instead he stood, chair and all, and walked towards the window. He threw his weight at it and the legs of the chair shattered the glass. He winced as the force wounded his shoulder but called outside.

"It's Shay! Whose down there?"

"Shay? You idiot! What's going on?"

"Me and this woman are up here in this room. We're tied up and I can't get free."

"Is she ok?"

Eragon looked back at her.

"Eh, seems to be although she's pretty beat up."

"You ok?"

"Physically? Relatively."

The man chuckled.

"How about mentally?"

Eragon grinned.

"You know I've always been a little damaged in that area."

"Hang on, Peter's calling this in. We'll get you out of there. Eragon. . ." The man below paused as if debating whether to say something. Finally he spoke. "what if you had died?"

The man below's voice had become serious.

"Then good riddance."

"You don't mean that."

"Don't I? Just get us out."

"The guys told me how you got out of the conference room, bro. I can't believe that girl helped you."

Arya tensed and interrupted.

"You said you didn't find a girl."

Eragon turned around.

"Of course I did. I didn't think it would be a good idea to tell Durza what he wanted."

"Is she alright?"

"Perfect. Although she has a bit of an attitude."

Arya smirked and nodded. That's her. Suddenly an explosion rocked the building and gunfire erupted. Just as soon as it started, it stopped. Silence ensued and the smell of smoke permeated the air, stinging their lungs. Fifteen minutes later their door opened and armed agents ran in. They untied them both and Arya cringed inwardly as she pretended to be all innocent and weak. It wasn't in her nature to be helpless and acting like it almost physically hurt. At this point she wasn't sure if Eragon had meant for everything that happened but he'd proven to be an exceptional liar so she wasn't positive. But. . . the look in his eyes as he fired shots, killing almost twenty guards. . . . that had been blind rage. She had a feeling he hadn't planned on making it out alive. Her guess turned out correct because as soon as they walked outside, a man with graying hair and a sturdy jaw walked up to Eragon. He looked furious.

"Badge and gun. Now."

"Sir-"

"I'm not your boss anymore, Eragon. That was the stupidest thing you've ever done. I don't care that you think it's your fault Garrow died. You don't go in and risk other people's lives just to try and get revenge. Four agents were injured in the blast caused by the men inside. Others were knocked unconscious. We managed to catch one of them but the red headed man saw and shot him before we could do anything. You have caused me to be reprimanded and others are off explaining your mistakes! You. Are. Done."

Eragon sighed and nodded. Paramedics ushered them both into an ambulance and she didn't see him again until later that night.

She'd been questioned for over an hour and she'd pretended to be just the guardian of the girl they'd found.

She was about to make her escape from the hospital to go get Saphira, when Eragon walked through the door.

"Hey."

She sighed inwardly but put a smile on her face, offering a polite question.

"Hey, you feel better?"

He had the sling back on his arm and a bandage on his head. He shrugged.

"Eh. You?"

"Somewhat. My face hurts a lot, though."

He sat next to her on the bed and she fought back the urge to shove him on the ground. He studied her face for a moment and then reached a hand over, brushing her bangs from her face. She froze. His touch blanked everything. His eyes connected with hers and she saw surprise in them that he'd done what he did as well. Still, his fingers brushed along her cheek and then he turned her chin, looking at the cut that covered the length of her cheek and ran his thumb along the outside. She shivered. What the hell. Finally, to her relief and for some reason, disappointment, he pulled his hand back.

"I need to go pick up my bike. I hope you feel better soon."

"Thanks."

The moment he'd left the room somebody else slipped in. Orik. He raised his eyebrows at her.

"What was all that?" He made his voice high pitched and mimicked her. "My face hurts a lot, though!"

She smirked and shoved at him, taking the clothes from his outstretched arms. She went to the bathroom and changed into her black skinny jeans, and a cotton v-neck. As the shirt slid over her head, she looked at herself in the mirror and winced. Her eye was almost swollen shut and bruises covered her face. The cut from Durza's ring looked angry red and much worse than it actually was. The most obnoxious was the cut that split her lip because every word she said stretched it, causing pain. Sighing, she walked out of the bathroom and followed Orik silently away from the hospital to his car. The moment they'd retrieved Arya, Saphira had told them everything, or at least what they thought was everything, and they'd released her. She was waiting in the car and the moment she saw Arya she jumped out.

"Arya! Nice to see you alive again."

"You too."

Saphira frowned.

"You look a little rough, what did that pig do to you?"

Arya shrugged.

"Tried to impress me with how hard his fist could hit my face."

Orik laughed.

"Were you impressed?"

"Not in the least."

They drove for over two hours before they arrived at a private airport. There they transferred to a helicopter and flew for thirty minutes before arriving at Varden Headquarters. She stepped out into the sweltering heat and found Ajihad and Nasuada in front of her, faces worried. Ajihad stepped forward, looking at her injured face.

"Arya, my gosh, are you alright?"

"I'm fine Ajihad, relax."

"What on earth happened out there?"

"It's a long story."

"Let's all move this to my office then."

So they went to his office and for the next thirty minutes, she went over everything that happened. When she got to the part about Eragon, Ajihad's interest peaked,

"How many men?"

"He took down eighteen with single shots."

Ajihad turned to Saphira.

"Can you show us?"

Saphira smirked.

"Of course."

And what would've taken anyone else an hour she finished in seconds. Breaking through F.B.I. firewalls she linked the video and it started to play out on the screen. Ajihad's eyebrows raised as Eragon dropped the empty gun and proceeded to unholster his own, un-silenced one, firing rapidly into the arriving crowd of enemies.

"That boy has skill."

"But he's stupid."

Ajihad looked at her.

"What do you mean?"

"He didn't come in planning to leave again."

Ajihad frowned.

"His reason?"

"Durza killed his partner."

"And so he thwarted Durza."

There was a look in Ajihad's eyes that made Arya nervous.

"I truly hope you aren't thinking what I think you're thinking."

"I might just be."

"But he's too unstable and unpredictable. How do we know he wont switch sides on us?"

"He hates Durza and he has more than the required skill to join. Why wouldn't you want him here?"

Arya sighed.

"Nevermind. How are we doing this?"

"Does he have any family?"

"No."

"Friends?"

"Not really."

Ajihad smirked.

"Then this will be the easiest transfer. We don't have to come up with any unique way to get him in without telling his family. Fake his death and get him here. We need skill like his."

"Of course."

She left Ajhad's office with a weird feeling in her stomach. As she walked to her room to get some sleep, she had a feeling her life was about to be drastically altered and it might not be for the better.

Also, this chapter wasn't Beta'd either so. . . . lol, my bad. I tried to read through though.