Hi everyone! Here I'm giving a big thank you for all readers of this story. Please enjoy chapter two of "Project Bifrost".
Chapter 2:
Meanwhile, in a small, one-floor building that was constantly overlooked by pedestrians sixty miles away from Hiccup's house, a dozen of people, dresses in dark blue uniforms and bore a black badge with the letters "DPA" on their arms, sat in front of a forty-two inches screen. From the outside, this house was nothing more than a typical, one-floor dwelling of a family, but it contained some of the best special agents on this continent.
"For our first order of business, 'Heimdall'. They are acting more frequently and more violently," A woman around fifty-year-old, stood in front of her team. Her hair reached her waist, mixing with a few locks of silver hair. Unlike the dark blue uniform that her team wore, hers was beige. On her belt, located a sixteen-inch-long, Second World War bayonet resting in a sheath. The screen behind her was playing a black and white video, the time on the up left corner was 10:10 pm. "Twenty-four hours ago, a security camera caught a glimpse of the leader of Heimdall, Axl McDowell, and his assistant, Evan, sneaked into a storage room of a technology company and copied some key data."
The lights were off and the curtains were closed, so the only source of illumination was the screen. Some people were paying attention to the speaker and constantly taking notes on their notebooks, but others… not so much.
"Do you think we should…" a young agent that just became an adult whispered at a blonde that sat beside him and rested his left hand on her right shoulder.
"Snotlout! If your dirty hand that has been in too many G-strings dare touch me again, your hand won't be touching anything else." the blonde warned sharply and coldly while trying to keep her voice low.
"You know, Astrid," withdrawing his hand, Snotlout's mouth curved into a smile. "Since you haven't interacted with a boy before, I have a way to let you…"
"Snotlout, you know this won't work, right?" a male agent sat behind Snotlout whispered. H braided his long hair under his chin, announcing that he had a beard. "If you are trying to impress a spitfire like Astrid, the best way is not to do so."
"Shut your pathetic mouth up, Tuffnut. I'll show you the right way of how to deal with Astrid," Snotlout eyed him confidently.
"Agent Tuffnut Thorston, Primary Agent Snotlout Jorgenson, and Primary Agent Astrid Hofferson, is there a problem?" the speaker paused the video and turned on the lights.
Usually, when someone's name was called in a group, all people would look at them, but in this room, no one was paying attention to what had happened.
"Here we go…" someone murmured.
"You see, Valka, I think we need to improve the unity of this team, and someone's bad attitude," Snotlout stood up and replied loudly.
Everyone laughed.
"I just asked you a question, agent!" Valka, who was the leader of this team, raised her tone. "Is there a problem?"
"No," Snotlout relented. "Everything is under control."
"Well, right now I need to say something really quick," Tuffnut raised from his chair and cleared his throat, like a celebrity who was preparing to give a public speech. "I want all of you to know that Primary Agent Snotlout Jorgenson is in love with Primary Agent Astrid Hofferson."
"What the… that's not true! You made that up!"
"Well, according to your heartbeat and the amount of adrenaline that your body produced," a girl who seated besides Tuffnut stood up, holding a laptop in her hand. "And according to your unusual vital signs and electroencephalogram, I'm pretty sure that Snotlout has a crush on Astrid… no… Snotlout wants Astrid to be in his bed."
The whole room howled with laughter. Everyone "oohed" and teased Snotlout. One agent even yelled: "Way to go, Snot-face!"
"If you dare to even think about laying me, I swear I'll chop down your lunatic head," Astrid pointed at Snotlout and yelled.
"Ruffnut, how the hell do you know my vital signs?" Snotlout turned to the girl.
"Well, you remember a year ago, when you got infected by some diseases and took some medicine? I put a biosensor in your pills."
"You've been tracking me for a year?" Snotlout was stunned.
"Yeah. That was not a difficult job, you know."
"Screw you, asshole. I want that sensor out of my body right now!"
"Order!" Valka bellowed. Her voice spread across the room like a tornado, making some people to even quivered lightly. "Everyone shut the fuck up or you all go and run ten miles."
After Valka finished her sentence, the room suddenly fell into silence. Agents looked at each other, knowing that they really triggered their team leader.
"Moving on. Echo team was called into action. They chased Axl and Evan for twenty miles but got ambushed by the remaining members of 'Heimdall', Eva, David, and Erik Frederic. Four members of Echo were injured, one KIA," Valka said, her voice contained some sadness.
"Echo is the most elite and best team DPA has. They have twelve men to fight against five but still lost one. Heimdall's ability and power is growing at a much higher pace than we predicted," a female agent pointed out.
"That's right, Heather," Valka replied. "Heimdall's sponsor, Erik Fredric also participated during the ambush."
DPA, Direct Protection Agency, was a half governmental, half private organization that partnered with all sorts of investigation agencies like CIA, and had a close connection with Interpol. They assisted these agencies during investigations, information collections, and field actions. Half a decade ago, DPA and CIA together brought down a criminal organization that had threatened the borders of the U.S. They also could be hired by customers to provide protections. Their members were all former military, mercenary, or even special force. DPA contained ten teams, each had twelve to twenty members. The teams were named after the military alphabet. Two teams, Alpha and Bravo, were in charge of information and coordination. One team, Charlie, controlled the supplies and techs. Seven teams, Delta, Echo, Foxtrot, Golf, Hotel, India, and Juliet, were responsible for all missions and actions that DPA received.
Valka, a former SWAT leader, was the leader of team Foxtrot. Comparing to other team leaders, Valka's prior job was mediocre, but she was famous for her leadership and communication skills. Foxtrot had ten agents including Valka herself. This team was founded half a century ago and was one of the first teams to be established. Right now, their mission was to eliminate "Heimdall". Even though this mission had lasted for more than three years, breaking the longest mission record in DPA's history, which was not something to be proud of, team Foxtrot still received a lot of respects from other teams.
"Heimdall" was a mysterious mercenary group that had been chased by numerous intelligence agencies worldwide, including CIA, Interpol, MI6, and even Mossad, for more than two decades. People who could hire Heimdall were usually warlords who wanted another warlord to be killed, an insurgent group who needed an assistant during an anti-government war, or some not-so-good politicians who needed to assassinate other politicians. Heimdall received all kinds of dirty, inhuman, sinister, and heartless missions. A few years ago, a warlord paid Heimdall two million dollars cash to massacre all men, women, and children of a village, around 2500 and cut down their heads because the warlord suspected that village provided shelter and supplies for his archenemy.
Even though Heimdall only had four members and one partner, intelligence agencies around the world just could not catch their preys. The commander of Heimdall, Axl McDowell, was the son of a former SEAL. He was six feet one, with short, light blond hair that looked like some golden spikes on someone's head. A five-inch-long scar was located on his neck, and he got that scar from a bullet that almost pierced through his throat. When Axl was just twelve, he won the world champion of kickboxing. He became a Delta Force member when he was nineteen, and served for Delta for around five years. Interpol issued a five million dollars prize for whoever could catch Axl McDowell and turn him in.
Axl's team included his second-in-command Nina, who was a fearless, talented in the art of killing, but an extremely beautiful female warrior who was very open with sexuality, was a genius hacker and mechanic. There were rumors about she laid with every Heimdall member. The other two members were David and Evan. David was a veteran of the 10th mountain division. Received his education from Stanford, Evan was the only one in Heimdall that could solve engineering problems.
Heimdall's partner, Eric Frederic, was a former member of Heimdall. He was Axl's close friend and fought with him shoulder to shoulder in combat. Eric was also a billionaire, a public figure, and a politician with a lot of power. When Heimdall got themselves into serious problems, it was usually Eric who got them out.
All four members of Heimdall were top wanted. Their names were always at the top of "World Top 10 Bad Guys". More than fifty agents, police, soldiers, and private detectives were killed while trying to capture Heimdall.
"So, what's the plan? We go after them?" Heather asked.
"Yes. Echo team encountered them by accident. It's our mission to bring them down," Valka replied. "One more thing, tomorrow me, Astrid, Snotlout, Ruffnut, and Tuffnut will visit a private technology company called 'Muspelheim'. I just received another mission from the top command that we need to go there, and buy something."
"You mean we go shopping?" Tuffnut jumped up. "That's going to be fun! Can I smash everything?"
"No, Tuffnut, you are not going to smash everything," Valka sighed with frustration. "We are the only team who has extra people to do this. It'll only take half a day. We go there, talk to their engineers, place our order, and then get out. After a couple of days, we go back and see their progress. They'll call us when they are done."
"How much money do we need?" Ruffnut raised her hand.
"Top command will give us around two million, and another two million for back up. Right now even though I know what we are going to buy because Top command gave me a brief description, I'm so confused with those technological terms," Valka held up some printed pages and passed them around for everyone to read.
"What the hell are we reading? This does make any sense!" Snotlout shouted as he impatiently flipped through the pages. "What's 'transcending the natural matters and create homo sapiens to BEC connection'?"
"You think I know what this shit is talking about? I'm not a scientist."
At the same time, in Asgard, Gobber sat in Mr. Timothy's office. This office was located on the top floor of Asgard, the headquarter of Muspelheim. If Asgard was the heart of Muspelheim, then Mr. Timothy's office acted like the chambers in the heart, controlling the blood flow of a body.
Mr. Timothy didn't like to be formal. He never wore a suit, didn't like people to call him "Mr. Timothy", and when he talked to visitors in his office, they always sat on some couches or even just standing around.
"I read the description. DPA sent it to me a few hours ago. Let Hiccup handle this project. It's time for him to receive some serious challenges," Mr. Timothy said to his Main Engineer Gobber as they enjoyed their late dinner in the office.
"But, Mr. Timothy, this is related to his father," after swallowing a piece of salmon, Gobber pointed out.
"First of all, my friend, for the one million time, don't call me Mr. Timothy."
"Sorry, Sam," Gobber quickly corrected himself.
Samuel Timothy was Mr. Timothy's full name. Even though he came from New York, he had a very deep British accent. When people asked him about his voice, he always said that his teacher was from England. Being as a president for a technology company, Mr. Timothy, or Sam, spent more than fifteen years in different laboratories and gained a lot of first-hand experiences before he became the president.
"I guess we need to restart Project Bifrost, Gobber. If we succeed, it will be the turning point of science and technology."
To be continued