So, all I can really do is apologize about the wait. I don't really have an excuse because the reason I didn't write was because I just didn't feel it. When I write, I have to get into my characters heads and for some reason I found that hard for the past few months. Like, I knew what I wanted to do but I didn't get into it. I still haven't really but I figured you'd all waited long enough. So without further ado, wallah.

Oh, and sorry for mistakes, I didn't even look this over twice because I was tired.

-A-R-Y-A-

It was a piece of paper that said he was to send the hooker to Durza as soon as he was finished. He crushed it in his fist, looking at her with worry. Her face was disgusted.

"I would rather die."

He pressed his hands to his eyes.

"If he sees you, you probably will."

She swore, trying to think of some form of escape from this. Eragon stood, running his fingers through his hair and groaning. She sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, trying to clear her head and decide where to go from there. Eragon shot a look at her and she frowned.

"What?"

He seemed to be pondering something before he finally answered.

"What if you died?"

She furrowed her brow.

"What?"

He looked around the room, as if trying to find something.

"If I say I killed you, then there's a possibility they'll just dump your body."

She made a face.

"I don't feel that that is an appetizing solution."

He rolled his eyes.

"It may be our only solution. Unless you have something of worth to contribute."

She punched his shoulder and he gave her a small grin. Instead of just continuing on, she returned one in kind.

"I am amazed that you can still be such an ass even in a situation such as this."

Eragon shrugged.

"I can't help it. You're much too easy to rile up."

Ignoring his comment, Arya sighed and laid back down on the bed.

"Fine. Kill me. How are we going to do this?"

"Well, I don't actually want to hurt you so we'll say I just snapped your neck."

She snorted.

"And what will you say when they ask you to explain what happened?"

He grinned darkly.

"Use your imagination."

She scrunched up her face as if smelling something bad.

"Gross."

He just winked.

"So how do we do this?"

She repositioned her body, putting her head at an extremely awkward angle. He pondered for a moment.

"I don't know. Why would you have all your clothes on?"

She gave him a dark look.

"I'm not taking my clothes off, Eragon."

He rolled his eyes.

"Calm down, princess, I'm not trying anything. I'm just worried about the believability of all of this."

She sighed.

"Fine. Give me your shirt."
"What? Why?"

She sat up.

"Because you'll be pretty nervous. You can run out there in your shorts without a shirt and tell a guard you need help. He'll come in and find me in your shirt. If they ask you any questions, just say you freaked out and were going to try and get me out without anyone noticing before realizing there wouldn't be a way. These guys are dense enough it shouldn't be too hard of a sell."

He was skeptical but he finally shrugged and tugged off his shirt. She gazed at him for a moment before averting her gaze. He tossed it to her and crossed his arms. Arya gave him a incredulous look before shooing him.

"Behind the wall, Eragon."

He pouted.

"No fair. You got to drool while I changed."

She raised her eyebrows cockily.

"You want to drool?"

He stuck his tongue out and went out of sight.

"No, I wanted to see you struggle out of that ridiculous outfit."

"Shut up."

Despite her words, she was smirking. It took her almost ten minutes to peel it from her skin. She slid his shirt on and grimaced.

"Gross. You need to shower."

He laughed.

"Finished?"

"Yeah." She laid back haphazardly on the bed and put her neck back in the same uncomfortable position."How do I look?"

Eragon chuckled.

"Dead?" A small smile left her lips and he headed for the door before pausing.

"Wait, how are you going to not breathe?"

"I can hold my breath for five minutes easy, Eragon. I'll be fine now go."

He snorted.

"You're just perfect aren't you?"

He heard her snort.

"Yes. Exactly."

-E-R-A-G-O-N-

Pushing through the exit, he plastered an annoyed and nervous expression on his face and stumbled outside. Immediately several mercs turned his way.

"Guard."

The nearest on duty sprinted to him.

"What is it, sir?"

I. . . I uh. . . she's dead."

The mercenary's face clouded and he looked towards Eragon's cabin.

"What do you mean, she's dead?"

Eragon gripped the man's shirt and yanked him towards himself, reclaiming his authority.

"What else could that possibly mean?" He shoved the man away. "Get somebody to clean up this mess!"

The guard nodded and sprinted towards the main buildings. Eragon sat down on the ground, leaning his back against the wall of his quarters. Five minutes later, the guard returned and with him, four guys and a truck. They stopped before him and one with Eragon's same ranking glared him down.

"Idiot! What the hell happened?"

Eragon stood and got in the man's face.

"Piss off! Just get her out of there."

The man motioned for the three mercs to do so. He stayed and seethed at Eragon.

"You have ruined it for the rest of us you dumb ass!"

Eragon played dumb. Nobody had told him about the rules.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

The man cursed.

"If a girl get's hurt, we lose this deal we got going!"

"Well maybe somebody should've told me that!"

They stared each other down when a voice behind him caused his body to still.

"What is going on!?"

He whirled, facing Durza and trying not to panic. She was supposed to get out of the camp without Durza getting a look. Before he could speak the man beside him burst out.

"This bafoon you hired killed the whore!"

Durza didn't react, only looked to Eragon. Eragon clenched his jaw.

"I didn't know there were rules, sir."

"Ahh, there it is. Verrel," Durza smiled at the merc beside him. And with a burst of speed unholstered his gun and fired. Verrel cried out and dropped to the ground holding his thigh. "You forgot something. Eragon remembered. Fail again and the next bullet is in your skull."

Eragon breathed out quietly. The fact that Durza shot him for forgetting to call him sir was terrifying. There was no telling what he might do at any moment for the smallest of things. The red-haired man chuckled.

"Don't be frightened, Sampson. You didn't know the rules yet. I will sort this out. Come with me and let them take care of the body. We have a feast awaiting us."

His nerves were completely rattled by the time they reached the building that contained Durza's office. They walked into the air conditioned building and Eragon let his last wave of anxiety roll over him before relaxing. They'd done it.

Durza led him towards his office but instead stopped at a room just to the left. Inside was a table and several chairs of a dark wood coloring. Durza sat down at the head and motioned for Eragon to sit at his right. Three plates were set out although they were the only people in the room. Curiosity getting the better of him, he nodded at the empty seat.

"Sir, will somebody be joining us?"

"Yes. I'd like you to meet a man you'll be working with very closely. He'll be here shortly."

Moments later somebody entered the room with a tray in his hands. He set it on the table and nodded his respect to his superiors before exiting the room. Eragon copied Durza in lifting a plate and setting it in front of him. He removed the lid covering it and an incredible smell assaulted his nostrils, making his stomach rumble in appreciation.

Durza grinned and began forking mouthfuls of what Eragon assumed was some sort of fish into his mouth. Eragon hesitated before taking his first bite, letting the flaky delicacy melt in his mouth. After that he devoured the food, snatching his drink from the tray. Durza was silent as he did the same and it wasn't until both were finished that he spoke.

"So, Sampson, I have brought you here because I have a task that requires your specific skills."

Eragon waited for him to continue. When he didn't he pressed for more.

"And what task do you need me for, sir?"

"I-"

They were interrupted as the door was thrown open and a body flung into the room. Eragon saw a flash of black hair before the person disappeared behind the table as they hit the ground. Even with that small glimpse, he knew exactly who it was and his heart sunk.

"Look what we have here, sir."

Two of the men assigned to take Arya's body out and dump it were standing triumphantly in the doorway. Eragon watched as Durza's face clouded in confusion. He forced a perplexed look into his own expression and stood.

"What the hell?"

Durza steepled his fingers on the table.

"Sit down, Sampson. As for you two, explain to me what happened."

The one on the right stepped forward.

"Well, we were driving her out to the trash pit to toss her in and when we stopped, she stood and tried to fight us off. She um, took me down, but Dave shot her in the leg before she could kill me. We cuffed her and brought her straight to you."

Durza glanced at Eragon before motioning for Arya to be placed in the chair at the far end of the table directly across from him. The whole time Eragon's head was spinning. There was no way those two could've stopped Arya. She wouldn't have attacked if she didn't have the upper hand. . . . . Durza shooed the two men with a "good job" and tilted his head at Arya.

"You." Before them, the seemingly unconscious woman raised her head, her face streaked with blood and her eyes raging. Durza laughed heartily. "Oh my dear you little devil. How clever of you to sneak in parading as a whore. And you luckily got somebody just induced into our order who didn't know the players in our little game just yet."

Arya spat as Eragon's mind continued to race, trying to decide what to do.

"You will be taken from the 'game' soon enough, Durza. And I shall enjoy extracting information from you myself."

The man laughed.

"Oh I so wish I could experience you 'roughhousing' me, darling. But alas, there is no time for such nonsense." Durza stood, unsheathing his blade and spinning it around in his fingers as he walked towards her. She watched him closely as he approached, instinctively leaning away. Durza sat down on the edge of the table, twisting the blade into the wood. "You see, I have plans for tonight and they don't include you, as much as I would wish."

He hissed like a predator, assessing his prey, and Arya jerked towards him, trying to free her hands so she could strangle him. Eragon's chest burned with rage and he prepared to move on the man as soon as he had to. Durza shrugged sadly and moved the dagger towards Arya's throat, causing Eragon to throw his chair back and lunged. And suddenly the dagger redirected it's trajectory and planted into his ribs, burying itself to the hilt. Eragon gasped, shuddering as he felt the pain rush through him. Arya's eyes widened and she tried even more to free herself from her bindings.

"Eragon!"

He dropped to his knees, feeling the blood rush out of his wound and down his body. His chest heaved and he struggled to stand. Durza shoved him back, leaving the blade in his body.

"Verrel!"

The man Durza had supposedly shot walked in with a smile planted on his face. He looked at them both and chuckled.

"You fools. We are not as daft as you would think."

From where he knelt frozen on the wooden floor, Eragon heard an explosion and felt it shake the ground beneath him. Durza shook his head.

"And here comes the calvary. It's no matter. They'll be distracted by my mercenaries for quite some time now. I'll make my escape as soon as I finish with both of you." Durza stood and unholstered his gun, swinging around and aiming it at Eragon's head. "You were so stupid, coming here I mean. Did you not think I would see the hatred in those eyes? Bruises can't hide emotions, boy. It is time for your death."

A shot rang out but it didn't connect as Arya had swung her leg under Durza's and caused him to misfire. Taking the chance, Eragon used what adrenaline he had left to tear the blade from his body and leapt from the ground, sinking the metal into Durza's stomach. The demon growled in pain, watching with wide eyes as liquid the color of his eyes poured from him. Eragon grabbed the gun as he fell to the ground, using his remaining strength to aim the weapon towards the advancing enemy. He fired, only grazing the man's arm. It succeeded in stopping him for a moment but that was all.

Consciousness was leaving him and he knew that he was about to die, as was Arya, when two shots tore through the room. He was out.

-A-R-Y-A-

She let out a breath of relief as Orik sprinted into the room, Saphira just behind him. He'd taken down Verrel and now all they had to worry about was getting Eragon to help. She glanced at him again and winced. He looked bad. Blood was dripping from his mouth, proof enough that his lung was punctured. Saphira gasped when she saw him, sprinting over and dropping to press her hands over the wound. Orik cut her free and she pushed herself up onto her wounded leg. She winced but pushed through the pain. Outside, bullets were still being fired and she wondered how exactly they had reached them so quickly. Ignoring her curiosity for the moment, she took Orik's mike and barked orders into it.

"Ajihad, I need a helicopter now!"

"Arya I can't send a bird into a hot zone."

"You will or you'll lose the agent who got you this catch! He only has minutes and we have no tools here."

A sigh was heard before he agreed and could be heard ordering a transport to be sent in.

"It will arrive in two minutes. Send up a signal for where it needs to land and you sure as hell better give it cover."

"Will do. Thank you."

She tossed the bud back to Orik and instead snatched the smoke flare from his belt, limping out of the room and down the hall. As she stepped outside, she ran into a mercenary trying to take cover behind the crates by the door. He whirled around but before she could do anything she had pushed his gun down and flung her palm into his face, crushing his nose into his skull. He cried out and stumbled, giving her the opening to grab his gun and turn it on him, firing two short bursts from the Vector SMG and dropping him.

She was still angry from earlier when the two guys who'd driven her off had chloroformed her in the bed. She'd never had even a chance. And they'd had to shoot her as well? She swore and headed behind the building to the closest clearing. There were three mercenaries trying to run and she showed no mercy as she gunned them down. There was nothing else for her to do. It was either fire at will or let Eragon die. She set up the smoke and took cover along the wall of a building, shooting anyone in her line of sight. The whirring of the blades filled her with relief and she watched as it landed before her. Limping forward, she met with Nasuada and raised her brow. The woman grinned.

"Surprised to see me?"

Arya grinned and clasped the woman's forearm before turning and leading her and the two men with a stretcher to where Eragon still lay.

"Just a bit. But it's a welcome shock. I just figured you'd be controlling things on the home front if Ajihad is here."

They pushed inside the building as Nasuada responded.

"Actually he is still there. I came in his place."

"Ah, well welcome to the party."

Nasuada smirked as they entered the room Eragon was in. Orik raised his weapon instantly before recognizing them and dropping it again. Saphira called for them from her place by Eragon's side.

"Hurry up!"

The two soldiers hurried to her side and dropped the stretcher, moving him carefully onto it. They all went into action then, Orik and Nasuada taking point, weapons raised in preparation. Arya trailed behind and Saphira took to Eragon's left. All guns were ready as they exited the building and moved swiftly towards the bird. Saphira fired two shots towards a running mercenary and brought him down. In front, Nasuada unloaded on four mercenaries that were creeping towards the chopper. Orik spun as a bullet whizzed by his head and fired at a crouching opponent. The stretcher was loaded hurriedly into the helicopter and Saphira hopped in. Arya turned to continue on but Nasuada gripped her shoulder.

"You too, Arya."

She shook her head.

"I'm fine."

"Arya you have a bullet in your thigh. We can handle things here. Get you ass in that chopper and get patched up." When she was about to argue again, Nasuada's eye's hardened. "That's an order."

Annoyed, Arya lifted herself up beside Saphira and Orik smacked the side of the chopper, motioning for them to take off. The ground disappeared below them and she forced herself to relax. The adrenaline began to wear off and the actual pain from her leg began to surface. She took the pain meds one of the medics on the helicopter handed her and let them tie a tourniquet around her leg. She watched as they worked on Eragon, hoping that he would come out of this all fine. Slowly, her eyes began to drift shut.

Waking momentarily an hour later, she realized they were on the plane back. Her mind went instantly to Eragon and she looked about to find that he wasn't in sight. A sadness began to fill her that took over her entire being. He had been forced to sit there in that camp and be Durza's little lap dog, and he didn't even get to see it all through. Rage began to overtake her then and she sat up, moving to leave her seat when two hands held her where she was.

"Arya you need to relax. We'll be at our destination in an hour."

She shook her head, forcing the hands back. Next to her, Saphira was stirring from her sleep. She gave Arya a smile and suddenly she realized that there was no way Eragon was dead. Saphira wouldn't be sleeping or smiling if that were the case.

"Where is he?"

Saphira nodded towards the back.

"He's behind that separator. They've been keeping an eyes on him the whole trip. How are you feeling?"

Arya shrugged.

"Eh, I'm fine."

She heard a noise behind her and tried to turn around but instead, felt something prick her neck. Realization hit her and she looked at Saphira to warn her but only found the blonde smirking awkwardly.

"Don't worry Arya. Everything will be explained when you wake up."

And she was out.

-E-R-A-G-O-N-

He moaned, waking fully but refusing to open his eyes. His body was protesting even the slightest movement and so he felt content to just lie still. After all, wherever he was felt insanely comfortable. Clenching his fingers, soft fabric slid through them and assumed he was probably in a bed. And then he felt something shift beside him. Immediately his eyes shot open and he looked to his right to find Arya two feet from him, her eyes closed. Panic and confusion filled him as he watched her. Was he dead? And then her eyes were open.

That ending is meant to be confusing so don't worry.

funnelwebs: Lmao that's exactly like me. I'll be in my room for like five days straight just writing and watching tv and then my mother will be like, "GO HANG OUT WITH YOUR FRIENDS." And then I'm sad because I have to socialize. Arya is 25 and yeah, she's human with superb athletic abilities.

GaaraSandNiN: Idk, I just love spies and espionage. I'm sure there was a reason I thought of the idea but I have no clue what it was.

Engr99: Lol well color me informed. I totally have no idea how the law works so yeah, I definitely just took everything from what I've seen. I'll try to research more before I put stuff like that in my stories. I should've had the cop tazer him. He'd have been allowed to do that, right?

Flyflyaway: I don't know if I'll put him in soon but I might. Maybe I'll give you all a little snippet of him in a chapter or so.

Thaimex17: Yeah I'm notorious for mixing up certain characters names when I write them. Firnen and Faolin, Garrow and Brom. Bleh. I know who I mean but then I accidentally put the wrong one lol.

Guest: Exactly ;D One of my favorite tv shows. I'm glad you caught that

Ninja15912: Yes. I wrote it last year or two years ago, I can't remember, and then I had to take it down. I'm putting it back up.

My Generation: Lol no big deal, school is crazy although I feel like you're probably on Summer break now because I took so damn long to update. Thanks!

Guest: Very 'ish' haha. Things will happen but they might not happen in the same places or order as the book.

Fergus R: Lol yeah it's Sampson I messed that up. Thank you!

Pie6031: I love that sign off. "Cheers and eat plenty of muffins." That's awesome lol