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So, I wanna hear you guys's speculations. who do you guys think is behind the murder of Astrid?

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Hiccup glared at the image of Camicazi on the security feed. "You snake."

Camicazi was the head analyst for B.A.T.U. If she was working for Dagur, there was no telling how much damage could of happened. On a more personal level, she was the wife of Snotlout.

Heather glanced nervously at Snotlout. "If Cami knows who killed Astrid, and Hiccup thinks she's in any way responsible, there' no telling what he might do. Hiccup respects you. You might be the only one who can deal with him if he gets out of hand. I know this'll be hard for you, but during the interrogation, can you-"

He nodded. "Yeah. I'll be there." He straightened as Hiccup walked into the security room. "Hiccup. I'm so sorry about Astrid. I don't even know what to say."

Hiccup nodded his thanks. "Cami know I'm gonna be interrogating her?"

"No. I didn't want to give her a heads-up."

"Good." He looked at the other person in the room. "Heather."

"Hiccup." She sighed. "I'm so sorry about Astrid." She paused as she saw Hiccup eying the security camera. "I have to leave the cameras on, Hiccup."

He didn't take his eyes off the screen. "You think I'm going to kill her?"

Heather swallowed. "I wouldn't blame you if you did."

Hiccup looked at her. "If I wanted her dead, Heather, she'd be dead. I'm just gonna wake her up to the idea of it." He headed to the interrogation room. "Open the door."

Camicazi Jorgenson looked up as the door to her cell opened, revealing Hiccup Haddock. She knew Hiccup well, he was her cousin-in-law. He also was the Former Director of Field Operations for B.A.T.U before resigning a year and a half earlier. "What do you want?"

He walked into the cell, the door closing behind him. "I want to know who killed Astrid Hofferson."

"Astrid's dead?" Camicazi had known the former agent from when she worked here, along with numerous interactions with her at Hiccup's house.

"Yeah." Hiccup sat at the table.

Cami frowned. "That doesn't make any sense. It-It must of been a mistake."

Hiccup got up. "No mistake."

"I'm sorry, Hiccup."

He was trembling with anger. "Really? You're sorry?" He grabbed her head and slammed it against the table. "I want to know who the shooter was!" He slammed her head again. "I want to know who ordered it!"

Heather looked at Snotlout. "Stop him!"

Snotlout shook his head. "Let him play, Heather."

Hiccup slammed her head one final time and stood back. "I want names! NOW!"

Cami was breathing heavy. "You hit me, and you get nothing."

Hiccup leaned in close. "You think you get to make demands here?"

"I can give you the hitter, the man behind him, all the way to the top."

"I want more than just names!" Hiccup started yelling in her ear. "I want proof!"

"I have proof! A list of names e-mail addresses."

Hiccup sat back at the table. "Where."

Cami shook her head. "First, I want an immunity deal. Soon as I start talking, I'm dead." She leaned back cockily. "Your move, Hiccup."

He got up and leaned in close to her ear. "If you lie to me," he whispered. "I'll find you no matter where you try and hide. You understand that, right?" She nodded. "Good."

"Sir, I have a Hiccup Haddock for you, says he wants to talk to you about an immunity agreement for a Camicazi Jorgenson."

Stoick sighed from the backseat of his limo. "Tell him...I'll speak to him in a few minutes."

"Sir," It was Spitelout. "Are you sure this is the best option? Hiccup may be vengeful after Astrid's death."

Stoick glared at his Chief of Staff. "He's my son. He would never harm me." He leaned forward. "Get me B.A.T.U."

Heather looked at Hiccup. "As soon as the President signs the agreement, we can roll up the names, close this out."

He nodded. "It won't ever bring her back, but it's as close to justice as I'm gonna get."

The intercom beeped. "Director Agre, I have President Haddock on line 1."

Hiccup reached forward. "I got it."

"Mr. Haddock, he asked for Heather."

Heather sighed and grabbed the phone. "B.A.T.U. Director Arge speaking."

"Heather." It was the President. "I'm on my way to see you."

Her eyes widened. "You're on your way to B.A.T.U.?"

"Yes. I need to speak with my son. Make sure he doesn't leave."

"Yes, Sir." The call ended, and Heather called security. "The President will be here any minute."

Hiccup frowned. "Dad's coming here?"

"Yeah." Heather sighed. "He said he wanted to speak to you."

"Why doesn't he just do it over the phone?"

"I don't know. You should probably meet in my office."

The President arrived a few minutes later, and Heather escorted him to her office, where Hiccup was waiting. As soon as the door closed, Stoick sighed. "Son."

Hiccup simply looked at him. "Mr. President."

Stoick smiled. "I'm still your father." He gestured to the couches in Heather's office. "Take a seat, son."

Hiccup sat, and got straight to the point. "Why did you come here, Dad?"

Stoick sighed. "I'm sorry about Astrid. I know she meant a lot to you."

Hiccup stiffened. "Thank you, Sir. But that's not the only reason you came."

Stoick leaned forward. "Son, I need you to stand down."

"I-I'm sorry? I don't understand."

"I do not want you to question Camicazi Jorgenson."

Hiccup stood. "Mr. President, the information I can extract from Camicazi Jorgenson is not limited to the murder of Astrid Hofferson. I believe she knows the names of the people inside the Outcast Government who are conspiring against you, Sir."

"That is pure speculation."

Hiccup was confused. "Than grant her immunity. Let me question her. If I'm wrong, you lose nothing."

Stoick sighed. "I'm sorry. I can't give Camicazi immunity. I can't. Just, let this die, Hiccup."

Hiccup stared at his father, understanding dawning. "You don't want to know the truth. You don't want to know if any more of our family is conspiring against you. You'd rather turn a blind eye to the fact that you have traitors working for you than expose the person who murdered your only child's fiancee. Wow. Thanks, Dad."

Stoick glared at him. "I've arranged for a helicopter to fly you from B.A.T.U. to Belch Air Force Base."

Hiccup scoffed. "You're locking me down."

The President continued. "You'll be debriefed there. Goodbye, Hiccup. I am sorry."

Hiccup glared at his father as guards walked into the office to take him to the roof and the helipad. "Goodbye, Sir."

Well, this may be a problem. STOICK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! STOP!

Vengeful Hiccup inbound.

Thanks for reading!