Chapter is shorter and sort of fillery.
She speed-walked out of the store, the wind brushing past her gently. It was obvious why he was being so secretive. Well, it had to be at least one of two reasons. First, he was just being cautious with who might possibly see what he'd left behind. Second, the most probable, was that he was being watched. Maybe the Lorga family had discovered a mole or an impostor was in their midst and he had to be extra careful with what he did. Her mother gripped her arm as they approached the bikes.
"You have to stop holding all of the things you've discovered to yourself. It'd be more productive to have everyone up to speed."
Arya took out her earpiece and slid on the helmet.
"I'd rather not have a bunch of DuWeld agents mucking it all up before I get a chance to go and check it out. You'll find out when I'm certain it's the right location."
Islanzadi seemed as if she was about to press the topic further but shook her head, her dark green eyes flashing annoyance.
"Fine. Let's get back."
She threw her leg over the Yamaha and sped out of the lot, knowing that any second Saphira was going to hack her helmet and ask her what was up. The expected click of the speaker sounded just as she got on the highway.
"So what's happening?"
"I need you to search Eragon's files for where he was when he was with the Reed family."
Several seconds passed before the blond answered.
"Hamilton County, Cincinnati, Ohio"
"Alright now I need you to check up where his old partner Garrow lived at that time."
Another several moments.
"Butler, Cincinnati."
Arya's brain went into overdrive as she tried to figure out what the hell Eragon would be doing there now. Nothing came to mind so she relayed it to Saphira.
"Search that area for anything big or suspicious happening."
"Will do."
Arya appreciated the fact that Saphira didn't push the subject. She knew though that it was mostly because the girl didn't think she would get an answer. By the time they got back to DuWeld and arrived in the command center Saphira was waiting with a list of possible events. She handed it to Arya and crossed her arms.
"My best guess would be the massive convention being held in Cincinnati in a week. It's main speaker is a human rights activist who goes after sex traffickers importing to the United States. Name's Alanna Nositer. She has made major ripples across the world with her work and even won the Human Rights Defender award last year. Our intel suggest Galbatorix's network has a hand in every illegal trade and human trafficking creates large profit."
She nodded, immediately agreeing with her friend.
"But why would Eragon be there? What has this got to do with the Lorga family?"
Firnen stepped in.
"I know I'm new to this but from the information I've gathered so far, it seems Pierce is basically a cleaner. I've found several cases that involve deaths of possible threats to Galbatorix's operation. In every one, Pierce's money was involved. There's no connection to him though as he was never seen in the area."
The blond frowned.
"Impossible. Not even on the cameras?"
Firnen shook his head.
"Nope. I've only combed through some of the footage so far though. There's too much to get through in such a short time. I'll keep running it and let you know what comes up."
Saphira smiled at him, something passing silently between them, before she was back in high gear.
"He must've sent Trianna ahead of him so if he's seen it looks like a social visit. . . . Alright, I'll get into Alanna's past and figure out what she might be close to that has Galbatorix worried. You plan on sharing anything?"
She pondered for a moment before nodding.
"Eragon told me his past, how he met Garrow and how he saved him. That note was talking about Garrow, not me."
A voice cleared behind her. She sighed and turned to find her mother waiting, body rigid.
"How can you be so sure? When the clock reset could mean when you two brought him to the Varden."
Not really happy to be explaining this to her mom she rolled her eyes.
"Because he said, 'when the clock reset.' It's not just a reference to when he started over. It's a physical thing. Back when he was with the Reeds he stole a watch from Garrow and was caught. He's talking about how he thinks he got Garrow killed when he says he screwed it all up."
Instead of arguing or throwing out different ideas, her mother was silent a moment before looking away.
"Stevens get a flight ready for Cincinnati, Ohio. It'll be a full operation so prepare a team of at least forty agents to accompany us. Set us up with rooms in several different hotels to keep suspicion to a minimum. Pair up agents as couples and business partners, some singles as well."
Arya's eyebrows raised as she watched Islanzadi's instant acceptance of her theory. She also added in,
"Make sure there are at least ten agents with legitimate backgrounds that would give them access to the human rights convention in a week."
Her mother looked at her curiously, having missed the first part of the explanation. After explaining quickly, she headed for her room, having a strange feeling that she should get some sleep before all hell broke loose.
She was just heading for the transport car when Saphira and Firnen ran up to her, bags packed and faces pale. Saphira handed her a picture.
"Pierce wasn't at any of these locations because he didn't know a problem even existed. A different Lorga was."
Arya looked down at the picture before her and her stomach churned with understanding and worry. It was blurry, but there could be no mistaking. There was Trianna, walking out of the hotel where Henry Jakes, an F.B.I. agent who had gotten too close to a terrorist cell working out of Los Angelus, was killed. Which meant Eragon was under cover with an assassin.
-E-R-A-G-O-N-
He sighed, having stood outside a club bathroom for over twenty minutes as Trianna did whatever the hell she was doing inside. It had been four days of trailing her about to different clubs, having her get somewhat drunk as him and Simmons cock blocked any dude who tried to dance with her. It was tiresome and annoying work as some guys didn't back off out of stupidity or drunkenness. With them, Timmons would open his jacket to show his weapon or use some other form of threat to scare them away. And now, there was a line of frustrated women in front of him and he was pretty sure they were about to storm the door any second. Beside him, Timmons seemed not to notice, obviously used to this kind of thing. Just when he was about to go in the door opened.
"Let's go lads. I'm finished here."
She was walking brusquely, hands hidden beneath the cuffs of her jacket. They moved away from the door and several woman ran inside, bumping him and Timmons who just ignored it as they glanced off of his large bulk. They'd reached the car when a scream went up just around the corner. Trianna slid into the car like she hadn't heard it but Eragon was on full alert, pulling his weapon and making to head for the alley. A strong hand slammed onto his shoulder, pulling him to a halt just as the person who'd yelled ran into the parking lot.
"Call 999, somebody's jumped from the club. He's dead."
Mind rapidly analyzing the situation he put two and two together. The alley was on the same side of the club as the bathroom. . . Trianna. . . Just then the woman pushed him aside, grabbed his weapon and fired it once, dropping the civilian with a head-shot. He looked from her to the man, shocked but still in control of his emotions. Knowing this was a make or break moment, he held out his hand with a shrug.
"Makes sense although I'd like my gun back."
Trianna grinned, seductively sliding it back into his hand.
"You handled that better than I expected. There's hope for you yet. And maybe we should bring in that other delicious man. What was his name? Nikodim? He seems just a capable as you."
He nodded, sliding into the car beside her.
"Sounds like a good plan. I must ask though. There are cameras in that place. How do you expect to avoid suspicion?"
The car sped off as she responded.
"I have somebody to take care of that. He's very good."
He looked at her fingers and noticed blood stains covering them.
"So who's the unlucky gal?"
She chuckled.
"A hot shot lawyer. Deemed a possible threat from my boss so I was told to take care of it."
"And the bodies?"
She shrugged.
"Those will be taken care of as well. There will be no trace I was ever here. Or them. She'll show up dead in her apartment, some story thrown into place on how she was murdered. It's all very dull stuff."
They'd just turned into the driveway of her father's mansion when he heard the ringing of a cell phone. Trianna frowned and pulled her's out of her jacket pocket, eyes darkening when she read the number on the screen. She answered, a hungry look on her face.
"Shruk, it's always a pleasure to hear from you but I assumed I would have at least a day before my next mission."
He felt his heartbeat pick up. Why did that ring a bell. Shruk. . . Shruk. . . . . Shruikan! The hacker. Holy shit. He listened closely, trying to hear the man's voice as Trianna responded to something he'd said.
"We've got a chance to hit her? Are you positive? If we fuck this up G will kill us. . . . . No of course I wont- . . . Shruk! I'll handle it, ok. Calm down. Give me a day to gather a team and fly there. I wont lose this bitch again. . . . . . Do you know who it is? . . . . I'll have some people look into it. You check the records of all of his employees and see who might've caused the leak. . . . Talk to you soon."
Trianna hung up, taking a deep breath before grinning at him
"You ever been to Cincinnati? Wonderful chili."
He was slammed with memories but kept them at bay as he raised an eyebrow, also wondering what the hell she meant by leak.
"I'm assuming a new threat has appeared?"
She nodded.
"Sort of. An old threat, new opportunity. Now, we're going to have to play a little scene out for my father or he'll get it in his head that this isn't a trip for pleasure."
Eragon narrowed his eyes.
"What exactly do we have to do?"
Her fingers slid into his pocket, toying with the fabric.
"Oh, you know, just a little bit of PDA. I think it's time for a romantic getaway, don't you?"
-R-O-R-A-N-
He was tired of coming up empty. The kids he'd gone to see were either traumatized or had been threatened to keep silent about the incident. Either way, they'd been a bust. Now he was back where he started, no leads to follow or sources to draw from. The woman's path was cold and there was no way to pick it up again. Not with the seemingly endless resources she had at hand to hide her steps. Even if she was on their side she'd still gotten Eragon killed and she would atone for it eventually. His cellphone rang as he was walking into his house and he answered it, curious to see Katrina's number. He'd just dropped her off and it was almost two in the morning. He figured she'd be going to sleep by now.
"Babe?"
"Get to the bureau. Wagner found something you should see."
She hung up before he could ask what and instead of going inside he closed his door and climbed into his car, speeding for the building and hoping that they had found another lead. Sprinting inside and past the elevators, he used the stairs, going two at a time to quicken his ascent. By the time he reached his floor Katrina had already arrived and was watching a computer screen intently. She looked over as he approached and stopped the video.
"So you know how you told us to send the word around to anyone we trusted to keep it quiet? Well, Wagner has a cousin up in Cincinnati who works as a bodyguard for the activist Alanna Nositer. They're watching the airports for any known enemies that might take a strike at her during her visit and they caught this. He looked at the screen to see a private plane landing. After several moments the stairs lowered and out walked over thirty men and women, single bags slung over their shoulders. They all walked with purpose and grace, faces emotionless. They split up, some separately and some staying in pairs. And then exited the woman that he'd been searching for for almost a year now. And behind her came one so similar that she had to be related. And then there was the blonde that had been held in the station for the duration of Eragon's last case. Although any footage of her had been wiped, enough agents had seen her that they were able to put together a very detailed photo. Behind her a boy the blonde's age also exited the plane. They climbed in two separate cars and that was the end of the footage. He couldn't believe their luck but it seemed almost too good to be true.
"How was this footage found? I don't understand how she could be so perfect in hiding her movement and then just slip up all of the sudden. It's sloppy."
Wagner nodded.
"The cameras at the airport were all out of commission the moment the plane landed. This video came from one of the hidden cameras that Nositer's people set up. They're not connected to any source and so whatever was used to knock out the airport cameras had no effect on them. Obviously something major is going down if Arya Kent is there though. Whether she's SS or not, something is going to happen soon."
Roran nodded.
"This is going to be our best chance to grab her and have a little chat. Pack your bags Wagner, we're heading for Cincinnati."
Katrina smirked.
"Don't think you're going without me, Roran."
He gripped her hand.
"She's dangerous Katrina. I don't want you to be hurt and this isn't your fight."
She scoffed.
"It's your fight which makes it mine as well. And I've more right in it than Wagner. If he goes we all go."
Wagner grinned.
"What are we going to tell the captain? He's allowing this investigation but there's no way he'd send us out of state for this. At least not alone and inconspicuousness is what we need."
Roran raised an eyebrow.
"Vacation days?"
-A-R-Y-A-
She was situated in a hotel room with her mother and next door Saphira and Firnen were playing the part of a cute couple. Luckily it was an easy job for both. She had just pulled out her laptop when her mother returned to the room with two bags. Islanzadi handed one over and Arya was surprised to find Skyline chili inside.
"You're a vegetarian."
Her mother sat down on her own bed, pulling out a salad.
"But you're not. Hurry up and eat, we need to figure out where Eragon is and what they plan to do."
Confused by her mom's seemingly kind attitude, it took a moment before she nodded and returned to work.
An hour later Saphira burst into their room by the connecting door.
"Arya watch this."
The girl dropped her computer onto the bed as Islanzadi stood and came to watch as well. There was a coffee shop's footage and a man was standing in front of the counter, obviously waiting for a drink. She could tell by just his stance that it was Eragon. He was purposefully avoiding the camera though. At least he was until he suddenly looked to the left, the three-fourths of his profile showing. And then he left. She waited for something else to happen and when nothing did, looked at Saphira.
"What am I supposed to have seen?"
The girl restarted it.
"Maybe I should've said listen."
As it played again, Arya waited but all she heard was random static from the camera. . . . holy crap. . . .
"sun go down. . . . ."
She'd missed the beginning and Saphira played it again.
"It's morse code."
.. - .-. ... / - .. - . / - - / .-.. .. ...- . / .. - / -... .. -. / .- -. -.. / .- .- - -.-. ... / - ... . / ... ..- -. / -. - / -.. - .- -. .-.-.-
Islanzadi smirked slightly.
"He's is rather ingenious I must say. Although I wonder how he managed it. . ."
Arya looked off into space.
"What the hell does it mean?"
She repeated it to herself in her head. It's time to live it big and watch the sun go down. . . Nothing came to mind but her mother spoke.
"Live it big could mean a grand hotel or maybe a large house."
Saphira turned the computer back and her fingers flew as she searched local databases for anything that might fit that description. After several minutes she stopped, a victorious grin covering her face.
"Sunset Villa sound good to you guys?"
Arya grabbed the laptop and found herself looking at a house too big for anyone but maybe a football team to live it. It had massive white pillars and over 5 acres surrounding it. From where they were, it was an hour away. Part of her wanted to storm the gates and get all of this over with but she knew this was an opportunity. If Trianna Lorga was an assassin for Galbatorix then she could also be the fastest track to him. Islanzadi was already making calls to her agents, telling them to be on standby. Saphira waited for Arya to say something and when she didn't, questioned her silence.
"What're you thinking?"
Arya tapped her fingers against the computer.
"That the way Trianna is going to take her target out will most likely not be so secretive. The best way would be a bomb because that's what Alanna's enemies would do. Blame will easily fall to one of them. It might be an in if we play our cards right. Check any underworld contacts you have and see if Trianna's put word out for anything. I'll go with an agent and check out the house."
The blonde frowned.
"Do you think that's a good idea?"
She understood the concern but nodded.
"I wont risk compromising his cover or screwing up this chance. I'm only going to make sure it's the correct place. See if Firnen can get the blueprints for the house. One that has a name is sure to be in a file somewhere."
Saphira nodded.
"Alright I'm on it. Be careful."
-E-R-A-G-O-N-
Eragon felt tainted as he got back into the car. Kissing anybody except Arya felt so wrong that it almost made him vomit. Luckily he'd had the discipline to refrain from doing so. He was also furious that Arya still remained with him but it hadn't been the time to mope. Nikodim was brought up to speed in the car and Eragon was trying to figure out what the hell to do that would allow him to make contact with DuWeld. The chance had come when they went to a club that night to have a little fun before they'd left, he'd planted a secure note that he hoped would be picked up. And then as they ran errands for the sake of making it look like a vacation, he had the displeasure of kissing Trianna again after specific instruction of what do to. The third time though, he was able to slip another note in place, this time with knowledge of where they were heading and with the hope that they'd figured out the first message. It was up to Arya now as she'd be the only one capable to deciphering what he was leaving.
Upon arrival in Cincinnati they'd stopped to get Trianna a coffee and he'd found himself another way to leave a message. Purposefully getting seen by the camera, he'd reported the incident back to Trianna, saying that a loud laugh had made him look, only then realizing there was a camera at all. She'd allowed him to hack the system and he'd left the last message he knew he'd be able to leave. From this point on they went dark, relying on a select few to do the leg work. At least until the convention. As days passed his worry increased. There was no word from DuWeld and he was only just beginning to figure out how Trianna planned to kill her next target.
He'd learned it was an activist and that there was a convention happening in the coming few days. It wasn't until he overheard her speaking to Timmons that he realized she planned to plant a bomb. The overkill would be massive and he knew if it came down to time, he'd do whatever he had to to stop her. Now, as he tried to get a bit of sleep, worry and nerves having kept him awake the past few nights, he heard a knock at the door. He stood, curious as to who Trianna had called for. It had to be important if they were here instead of meeting at a neutral location somewhere safe. He walked out of his room into the hall, glad that from the second floor there was a balcony and you could see the door from it. Lauren opened it and all he could see were a woman's legs.
It wasn't until the gun was pulled that he realized the visitor hadn't been invited. He watched closely as Lauren backed up and the woman stepped forward, his heart collapsing on itself and his body weakening for a moment. There, standing just thirty feet from him, was Arya.
-A-R-Y-A-
She snapped dozens of pictures as they drove past, knowing stopping would blow their cover. They kept on driving, reaching the next town and getting something to eat at a local diner. She and the agent she'd come with ate little, spending most of the time searching out the pictures they taken on the camera. They'd also brought a lap top to plug it into and after matching several of the roaming guard's faces to those belonging to Lorga, had sent word to Saphira that it was definitely the correct location. Just as they were closing the computer a waiter came up to the table and began clearing their plates. They paid the check and headed out, using a different route to get back to the hotel. Saphira was waiting for her when she returned.
"They sent out feelers for a demolitions expert."
"Then answer the call. Get me in."
Saphira frowned.
"I looked into it. Apparently you have to have personally met Trianna before or you don't qualify."
"Dammit. Alright make sure that summons doesn't get to anybody. After a few days they'll be desperate and that's where I'll come in."
-R-O-R-A-N-
"You will not believe what just happened."
He turned to Katrina confused.
"What?"
She sat down, her eyes bright like she'd just received the best present in the world.
"I was at that diner getting take-out when she just walked right in with this other guy. Maybe it's the partner we've been trying to find."
His mouth all but dropped open.
"What!? Where are they now? Did you tail them?"
She shook her head.
"I tried but she's smart. Before she left the town she took a bunch of random turns and I knew that if I followed she'd know. But they were there looking on a computer. I wasn't close enough to hear or see what they were talking about but I bribed my waitress to let me take her apron and clear off their table. I only saw a snippet of the screen before they closed the lap top but I recognized what it was."
He leaned closer, completely engrossed in her story.
"What was it?"
Katrina leaned over and logged into the computer that was sitting in front of him. She started a search.
"It's called Sunset Villa. We drove by it on our way in. I asked around town and came up empty until I ran into this old woman in a bookstore who said she drove past it once a week to visit her grandson. Apparently it was empty for over a year and then suddenly somebody moved it. This has to be Arya's target. Now we just have to figure out why."
Excitement beyond anything he'd felt in a while surged through him. This was the closest he'd ever been. He kissed Katrina before pulling her into a hug.
"I fucking love you."
-A-R-Y-A-
Four days later, she revealed her plan to her mother, only to be shot down swiftly.
"You're not going in, Arya. It's too dangerous and this girl is a sociopath."
"It's the only way."
"No, we'll find another."
"Moth-"
"No Arya! And that's final."
She raised an eyebrow, mind already made up.
"I'll get word to you when I've made contact."
She ignored any attempt by Islanzadi to talk her out of it as she got in the car and headed for the house. Arriving just as the sun was going down, she parked in the circle drive and got out of the car, exuding nothing but confidence. Since she had no weapon the guards patrolling the grounds made no attempt to stop her. Obviously they assumed she was invited. Gravel crunched under her knee-high leather boots as she walked to the entrance. She'd certainly changed her look with insanely skin tight black jeans, leather jacket, and she'd styled her hair into a perfect wave. Her eyes were lined heavily with black liner and she held herself with an air of pompousness. It was all in or get killed and she preferred to come out alive.
Knocking on the door, she waited patiently, hoping they'd ask questions first, shoot later. Finally it opened to the stern face of a woman in her early forties, pale brown eyes glaring suspiciously.
"What do you want?"
Arya slid her fingers into the jacket of her coat, looking as casual as possible.
"I heard you were looking for a demolitions expert."
Narrowed eyes and a twitch were her only warnings as a gun was pulled and pointed at her skull, just inside the door and out of sight of anyone who might be driving past the house.
"Get inside the house. Now." Arya complied, no emotion to express itself on her face. The woman kept her distance, making sure she was far enough that a counter attack was impossible. "Nikodim!" Immediately the pounding of feet made their way down the steps as a man with mismatched eyes came into view.
"What is it Lauren?"
The woman with the gun shrugged.
"Not sure. Lady said she knew we were looking for a demolitions specialist."
Arya had known this was a risky decision on her part but she could not allow a bomb to wipe out a thousand people just to shut down a human rights activist. And suddenly the entire tide shifted as Nikodim spoke.
"Oh yes. She's an old contact from the states that I met once before on a job. I heard she was in town and so I reached out. I didn't get a response so I assumed she wasn't interested. That's the only reason I didn't tell you."
Shock flooded her. Who was this man and why the hell was he vouching for her? She looked closely and something familiar pricked in her mind, yet she couldn't think of anyone. Lauren lowered her weapon slightly.
"Ms. Lorga will not be pleased with this, Niko."
The man nodded his salt and pepper stubbled chin.
"I know."
Finally the weapon was holstered and it was only then that she felt it; A pair of eyes scorching her soul. Taking a deep breath she looked up.
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Hima: ;) Interesting that you bring up Beor. You'll be seeing that soon. As for the other stuff, that will definitely be coming. And yeah fluff is on the way.
TheMoonFlower318: Lol thanks. And it was a pretty easy message, most people got it I think actually.
funnelwebs: Yeah it's mobile. Yeah it is although I'm not playing it much anymore. I got Clash of Clans and that one is awesome. Less time consuming too. Yes! Ranch with nuggets is awesome. It's all good, life can be hectic. Eh I mean, I don't think it was that bad but sorry you do. Maybe I'll change it a bit. And why did "is he worth it" throw you off? As for her personality, I disagree. She would be very difficult to portray as the Rhunön from the books because her entire personality is based off of events. I can't have her like that in this because it wouldn't make any sense. Thanks and yeah Trianna's a sneaky little bitch.
Awesome: Thank you! Hmm, yeah I could do that. It'd probably bring me more readers. That's a good idea, thanks :D And has it really been a year? That's cra.
Guest: I know it would but it would also be nice if my teachers weren't plotting against me to slam me with as much work as possible lol. Thanksgiving break is coming up though so I might be able to get a few chapters up then.
Andprim3: Well the only reason she brought him was to get him away from Arya. But yeah the situation is interesting.
Ninja15912: Yeah the vault is important. I haven't been on the game very often recently though. Thanks!
Guestssssssssssss: That would've been a damn good idea but no, just five months.
Elemental Dragon Slayer: Thanks and hurry up with your own story toolbag ;)
Guest: Which part?
Update: Here ya are. Sorry it took so long.