Hi guys, I'm back again. Thank you for all of your supports and reviews. This story won't be very long, by which I mean it PROBABLY AND MAYBE won't exceed 20 chapters.
Warning: this chapter includes some smutty scenes.
Chapter 13:
"You know, Hiccup is the best engineer of the entire Muspelheim... and he is also the crush of a lot of young female engineers since not a lot of people can not resist his messy auburn hair and those eyes," Fishlegs chuckled into the darkness. His hands were restrained behind the iron pole perpendicular to the floor and extended up to the ceiling. Light beams landed on the cold, concrete floor through the small, rectangular windows on top of the wall of the basement, providing the minimum illumination so that they would not freak out in total darkness.
"Well, according to the three-hour lecture of your buddy Hiccup, I'm pretty sure my friend Astrid is in good hands," Heather, two yards next to him, replied half-heartedly. Nina stripped her jacket and blouse, only leaving her with her bra and her black trousers. Her wrists and ankles were restrained to a metal chair that connected to the floor with white zip ties, and the four legs of the chair were embedded into the floor, preventing her to move around with the chair. Nina completely disheveled Heather's long dark hair into something similar to a bird's nest while tormenting her.
"Gods I just realized that after all these days I still don't know your name. I just know that you are a close friend of Hiccup who is also an engineer at Muspelheim," Heather leaned back her neck, not believing the truth. Since they had been kidnapped, Heather had been referring Fishlengs as " the guy" or "hey you!"
"Fishlegs Ingerman," Fishlegs replied, looking at the figure next to him. In the morning, he could only see a dark figure, but when the sun began to set, and the thin light beam through the windows landed perfectly on Heather like a flashlight, he could see the face of the brunette and her battered body. "Not a lot of people know of me anyway; in Muspelheim people always turn their attention toward Hiccup and ignoring his Assistant Engineer who made his fame and glory possible."
Fishlegs turned his head and stared at her. Even though countless indelible scars and wounds located across her body, but he could still see that her skin used to be as smooth as marble. Her thin waist was only one third the width of Fishlegs', and brick-like muscles covered her abdomen.
As she threw back her head, her neck was like those of the beautiful swans. He suddenly wanted to feel the collarbones of hers, to touch the skin of hers and map those scars with his fingers. Her dark brown hair spread along her shoulder like a brown cascade and her eyes were as green as Hiccup's, but they looked more like pearls.
He never expected to meet with a girl after being kidnapped from his new laboratory in Plymouth. He thought that the kidnappers were after his knowledge in nuclear engineering, but till now they had done nothing to him except feeding him twice a day. In the past few days, he had been doing only two things: repeating the knowledge he had in his brain and watching Heather.
"Enjoying the view there?" Heather asked, looking at the oversized blond boy.
"Uhh... I mean…" Fishlegs quickly turned his head away as he began to blush.
"It's fine," Heather smirked at Fishlegs' reaction. " A lot of the young boys at DPA have their eyes on me...gods I don't know why there are suddenly so many 17-year-olds and 18-year-olds at DPA...and that dude named Clever, too. He already got Ashley and not sure why he wants me as well."
"Is Astrid famous in DPA as well?" Fishlegs asked.
"She is like the queen of our team, and every day boys surround her and want her to like them," Heather looked at the window of the basement and tried to take a peek of the world outside. "But of course she doesn't even look at them. Why do you ask?"
"To see if Hiccup has to fight someone for Astrid. Hiccup is my friend, and he told me before how happy he can get when Astrid is with him."
"Don't worry about Hiccup. Astrid uses Hiccup's picture background of her phone and she can't stop talking about how much she misses Hiccup. I'm sure they will be a 'and they lived happily ever after'," Heather turned her head and looked at Fishlegs. "You care about him a lot, right?"
"Of course!" Fishlegs snapped. "I would give everything for him to live a life that he wants. When he was unpopular, I wasn't popular; and now he is famous in Muspelheim, and I would rather be the person who supports him in the background. I get nothing out of working my ass off while helping him except for strong friendship, and a strong friendship is what I want."
"Wow…that's really… you don't have friends?"
"Not really. In school, I had always been the kid who sits in the corner by himself. People didn't like me or hate me since they had never noticed me until the end of the school year when my grade was the highest in the school."
"Victors are always lonely," Heather murmured.
"Maybe. When I graduated from college and came to Muspelheim, I thought that I would still be the number one, but I quickly realized that I was wrong. Muspelheim is a place filled with all the number ones in the world, like Hiccup," Fishlegs told his story to Heather, and Heather, even though freezing and shivering since Nina stripped away her clothes, still listened attentively. "A senior engineer challenged me in electrical engineering during my first day there, and he defeated me easily. Then the following weeks they dug out my personal information from Muspelheim's database and humiliated me because I was the first in my college engineering class but ended up as the last in Muspelheim."
"Doesn't sound like something should happen in one of the most advanced laboratories in the world."
"I know. That doesn't happen a lot to new arrivals, but they did that anyway probably because I looked like a runt at that time and couldn't defend myself. Hiccup had already got his fame back then, and he saw the talents within me, so he chose me as his Assistant Engineer. He is a nice guy, you know. Other engineers believed that Hiccup would waste a lot of his precious time on an idiot like me, but he never listened to them," Fishlegs tried to scratch his head but realized that his wrists were restrained. "And that's how our friendship started, and he strongly disagreed with our bose transferring me to England to start a new branch."
"And Hiccup told you about his life stories as well, right?" Heather asked.
"Yeah, everything. Most of the time was about Astrid and his childhood," Fishlegs replied, looking unsurprised.
Meanwhile, one floor above them, the members of Heimdall sat around on the giant fluffy couch, sharing jokes while cleaning the weapons that were laid out on the wooden tea table in front of them. The sound of them laughing filled the room along with the sounds of metal clinking and pressing bullets into the mags.
Eric Fredric, the sponsor of Heimdall, owned this house and provided it to them as a temporary safe house. Since they arrived here two weeks ago, he hadn't shown up to greet them yet because he was also a politician and a businessman.
The giant living room was as large as a basketball field, at least half a dozen chandeliers suspended from the ceiling lit the space. The space that was meant for a TV was replaced by a twelve-foot wide projector screen. The floor was made of marble, shined under the lights like flashlights. Three sofas as large as a queen-sized bed with multiple pillows surrounding the wooden tea table that was covered by arms. Each of them took a sofa so that they had enough room for their weapon maintenance. A fireplace stood at one side of the wall, and a metal poker leaned on the base of the fireplace. Three wooden armoires were placed next to the projector screen. Behind their doors were roles after rolls of weapons and ammo. Through the two glass patio doors was a deck with a table and a few chairs.
"What do we do next? I hope this mission can be over soon since it has been the most boring one in the history of mercenary," Evan commented as he cleaned the blades of his wire cutter with a wet towel. "I mean, a college professor paid us a lot of money just to destroy some weird private laboratory? For what?"
As the only person in Heimdall who hadn't mastered using basic arms, Evan was the field engineer of this team. He could disarm all the existing bombs in this world besides nukes. His weapon was the black tool kit resting next to him, filled with screwdrivers, all sorts of wrenches, batteries, and vices. A laptop with sky blue protection case was charging next to the wall, another Evan's weapon since he mastered cyber defense and offense.
"Because Davis the Alchemist doesn't want to see others succeed," Nina replied. On the table before her, laid a small pile of golden shiny bullets and a stack of black magazines; she picked up the rounds and pressed them into the mags. She made sure to load two rounds less than the full capacity of the mags so that the springs in them wouldn't be worn out so quickly. She was only dressed in a baby blue camisole that exposed her navel and a pair of black, tight shorts with a high-cut, making it very similar to an over-sized bikini bottom.
. When the members of Heimdall were together, they had no fear toward each other since they were just like family to each other. If Evan didn't insist, Nina would wear nothing but underwear. Evan, on the other hand, buried himself in a heavy duffle coat since Nina turned the AC to 50 degrees Fahrenheit.
"And who on earth is Davis the Alchemist? What's his real name?"
"Davis the Alchemist is the nickname of a physics professor at Federal Institute of Technology at Zurich. I'm not so sure about his real name, only Axl knows," David plopped on the red, bed-sized sofa like someone who just came back from heavy training. His heavy body sunk into the cover of the sofa like pressing a finger into a piece of sponge. He wore a thin, gray fleece jacket and dark blue cargo pants, "but is an extremely rich scientist who has an ego larger than anyone else on Earth. He secretly hires people like us to disrupt other scientists and even directly attack governmental infrastructures if needed so that he can be the number one and gets all the attention."
"And Muspelheim is in his way toward success?" Evan asked.
"I don't know, but it seems like it," David said. "We are just people who fight to survive. We have our reasons to become the people we are right now. After the moment when we started being as a mercenary, there is no turning back. We can not go back to our lives before. This is a one-way trip; we start the journey, and the journey never stops before we die."
"Albert died, and his journey ended at the coast of the Persian Gulf. I remembered that he wanted to visit his girlfriend after we came back from Saudi," Nina grunted. "We are all going to die, and the only difference is how we die."
"To this world, we are rats from the gutter who should be forever hunted and shoot on sight. They don't understand why someone becomes a mercenary when they are not one," David addressed. "I chose to be one because I was searching for challenges and opportunities to be freed from the rules."
"That doesn't make sense. We have our own rules. No one is freed from the rules," Evan snorted. "It makes more sense if you say 'Nina flirted with me the first time we met'."
"Shut up, Evan," David snapped and turned his head toward the opposite direction.
"Ohhh I think he is blushing!" Evan laughed.
"Really?" Nina rested the mag in her hand on the table, walked over to David and sat beside him. "Tell me, sweetie, is what Evan said correct?"
"I'm going to kill you, Evan," David rubbed his face and sat up from the sofa and trying to get away from this awkward position, but only to see Nina watching him just a few inches in front of him with her dark but shiny eyes. She winked at him, combing her dark red hair to one side as if she was trying to tease him.
He stared at Nina, and her big eyes looked at him with a mixture of if-you-don't-tell-me-I'll-kill-you and the desire to jump on him. David quickly gave up, "Fine fine fine, Evan was right."
"Why me?" Nina pursued, moving her body closer to David, "You can attract a handful of women with your handsomeness… I'm serious this time… I mean just look at those ocean blue eyes and short blond hair of yours. I bet Evan has a feeling toward you."
"Screw you!" Evan objected loudly, "I'm not a homo!"
"But you can let other women like me fall for you," Nina ignored Evan and continued seducing David, resting her right hand on his chest and pushed David back to the sofa with a powerful and almost violent shove. She jumped onto the sofa, straddling on his hip.
"Holy… you triggered her! What she said was just bullshit..." Evan watched intriguingly as Nina pinned David on the couch," You know what would happen if you get Nina to do that. You won't hold for more than ten minutes."
"No shit," David replied, watching the girl above him.
They all knew that Nina had a problem with controlling herself from sexual hunger and exhilaration. She had this amazing skill of making love for a thousand times without tiring, and the most confusing part was she had this insatiable want toward sex, and she was like how Eos acted after Aphrodite cursed her.
Axl quickly realized this problem a few days after recruiting her, when she climbed up to him while he was trying to take a nap. He tried to fix her problem by asking multiple neurologists and psychologists, and he even tried to use medicine to limit the amount of adrenaline and dopamine in her body to decrease her crazy thoughts of riding someone 24/7. Axl knew that he had to treat her mental disorder otherwise she would crash Heimdall just by laying all the other members and turn the team into something...unimaginable.
After two years of medical treatment, nothing had changed besides Axl spending thousands of dollars on medicines while she fucked a few doctors during treatments. Realizing that they could do nothing to change Nina, they had to manage to live with it and got used to the lifestyle of intense gunfighting during daytime and dealing with the insatiable Nina at night.
"Ok Nina, let's get this straight," David said as he tried to sit up and push her away, "I know all four of us have been living together like a family for years, but this time you are going way too fast and too far. You better…"
Nina was way stronger than David. She easily pushed him back to the soft sofa by pressing his shoulder into the sofa and covered his mouth with her left hand. She smirked at the man as she began to unzip his fleece jacket with her right hand. David tried to say something else, but only to be muffled by her hand.
He didn't object physically, like pushing her away or something, as if he was waiting for Nina to fuck him.
"If you quiet down I can make this quick," Nina lowered her head next to his and whispered into his ear.
"Hmm...Mmmm!"
"Sorry," Nina said as she uncovered David's mouth, "What did you say?"
"I said take your time," David smiled back at her, giving her permission, "And, try to make a differ…"
Nina crashed down onto him and covered his mouth fiercely with hers before he could finish his sentence. Her body flattened on his, and her tongue slipped into his mouth like a snake with absolutely no hesitation. He fought a dirty tongue war with her, and when each time David's tongue swept across her lips, she would moan into his mouth obscenely. She worked loose his jacket and removed it from him. As her hand tried to grab the hem of his t-shirt beneath, her fingers landed right on the muscles on his abdomen. Her eyes widened with surprise, then turned into joy. His fingers got hold of the hem of her blue camisole and yanked it over her head and tossed it carelessly on the ground.
"Gosh, you are getting fiercer and fiercer every day…" David whispered to her. His fingers trailed down to the waistband of her shorts and tugged it gently. Nina shivered and moaned into David's mouth as his nails scratched across her skin behind her shorts.
"Shut it and focus on your work…" Nina shut him up by pressing her mouth on his.
David's brain almost burned after seeing that Nina also wore nothing beneath her camisole. She pressed herself against David and whimpered against his lips as if they were glued together. He could feel her breasts began to swell and heat from her submerged him. David pulled her to his side and in one smooth motion, he positioned himself on top of her like a tiger pressing a deer down to the ground. His mouth trailed down her jaw and licked her throat, sending shivers through her body. She sobbed loudly, burying her nailed into the skin on his back.
Nina didn't let David get her slowly. She loosened his pants and pulled it down to his knees in one fluent motion. David tried to gain dominance but ended up being restrained by Nina's muscular arms.
Evan watched as David slowly turned Nina into a trembling, moaning, and wanting mess. They were used to "treat" Nina whenever she wanted since they didn't think that having a woman in their team who wanted to lay them every night was a bad thing. Evan experienced the same just a week ago. He continued sharpening the blades on his wire cutter and lubricating his electric drill while his other two teammates were riding each other home just a few feet before him.
"Do you want me to close the curtains or something?" Evan said. The loud moanings and whinings from both David and Nina's mouth almost covered Evan's voice, "Because this living room is designed to have a nice view of the street in front of us, which means that people outside can have a nice view of the inside as well."
"Stop...fucking...interrupting…" Nina's voice quavered. Then she almost yelped when David pressed her right nipple into his mouth. She arched her body up to feel more of David's teeth and tongue.
"Alright," Evan shrugged as he turned his attention back to his tool kit again.
A few minutes later, the sound of someone unlocking the front door came into Evan's ears. He tossed the wrench onto the sofa and took out a Glock 19 that was hidden beneath a pillow next to him and pointed it at the door.
"Welcome back… holy moly!" someone with heavy French accent shrieked as he stepped into the house, "Is this the way you are going to greet the person who gives millions of dollars to you for free?"
"Sorry, Eric," Evan lowered his Glock and put it back under the pillow, "I thought you were still traveling cross-world to attend all of those rich people parties. Sorry about the gun."
"The gun thing is fine, Evan. I know you guys are always on your nerves. I mean those two…" Eric pointed at the two naked bodies on the sofa as Nina gasped into David's mouth as he pushed himself further into her.
Eric Fredric was a politician who worked with the UN to help the people around the world who needed food and medical aid. He donated millions of dollars to try to save more people from hunger and disease. He was also a billionaire whose family secretly controlled three large banks around the world and his own airplane engine company was a manufacturer of engines for more than twenty different airlines. He had enough wealth to buy all the houses in Asheville, and this three-story house with a swimming pool and basketball field was just a small shed compared to the mansion that he lived in. He financially supported multiple presidential candidates and was one of the most powerful politicians in this world. He knew how to control people's thoughts with his amazing speech skills as powerful and energetic as Churchill's speeches during the Second World War. He was only in his thirties, a fairly young age for a person who controlled so much wealth and power.
But under the skin of humanist and politician, he was the sponsor, or patron, of Heimdall, the most wanted mercenary organization in the world. Axl used the money that Eric gave him to buy weapons, clothes, and food. A lot of the times when the authority was about to capture one of the members of Heimdall, Eric would step out and disrupt the authority forces by bribing or simply threaten them with his divine political power.
His eyes were dark brown like milk chocolates. His short, black hair looked as pointed as a warthog's spikes. He wore a formal white shirt with the hem tucked into his black trousers and a tie with golden stripes hanging on his neck. His black dressing shoes were as shiny as those newly polished marbles.
"You know what Nina is like," Evan said, "you are lucky that you don't have to deal with her."
"Oh, I thought you guys enjoy it."
"In the beginning, yes, but as time goes on, it gets a bit boring," Evan sighed, "When will Axl be back?"
"In about three days. He needs to talk with Davis the Alchemist."
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"What on earth are they doing up there?" Fishlegs asked as the rhythmic sound similar to someone jumping on a trampoline traveled through the wooden door of the staircase which connected to the house and into his ears, "And why am I hearing people sobbing?"
"No...they are not…this… this is so messed up," Heather murmured. In some ways, DPA and Heimdall were the same types of organizations, and the only difference between them was their purpose. They also shared the same hidden and unwritten rules of war at peacetime.
And she knew that fucking a person who fought shoulder-by-shoulder with you was not a good choice when all the intelligence agencies across the world were hunting you down.
But she didn't know that Evan, David, and Axl were already used to this.
"I need flamethrowers ready just in case we can't control the… advanced BEC," Sam ordered as he put on his white lab coat and entered the elevator with Emma. Then he took down his radio on his belt and pressed down the call button, "Gobber, you start preparing a container that can restrain this. If what Hiccup and Emma had created was what our client wanted, then that can be destructive. I need something that is non-magnetic, can withstand ultra-vacuum, with extremely stable molecular structure, and Van der Waal gap less than point five angstrom."
"I'll try my best, but most of our labs are not repaired yet," Gobber's voice came in with the sound of metal saw in the background.
The elevator almost plummeted down toward Niflheim. Emma and Sam stood in the elevator. Sam was holding a small laboratory flamethrower in hand. This was a revision of those flamethrowers that the military used. This version's igniter was more controllable and very helpful during intricate scientific experiments that needed precision. The two small fuel tanks each the size of a 60 oz water bottle were buckled onto his waist and connected to the back of the trigger. It looked like an overpowered Bunsen burner being used sideways.
"So you said that the Laser exploded during cooling and you shut it down?" Sam asked. Sweat started forming on his forehead, because of both excitement and fear. He was excited because they had overcome something that Muspelheim struggled with for years. Since Hogan Von VischKwades started Project Bifrost, this had always been shown as "incomplete and failed" on the document. Which, to Sam and all engineers of Muspelheim, was an embarrassment.
He was also afraid because using Bose-Einstein Condensate as a weapon was a completely new concept. No one in this world had ever done that. Sam knew the consequences of developing an over-power weapon before a complete understanding of it.
"Yes, and we don't know how that thing got created. It was like magic!" Emma replied elatedly, "I'm not sure if I and Hiccup can do that again since this time was just lucky that the electrons in the Laser didn't kill us before we shut it down."
"Yeah, I should've provided you with some basic information about the Laser."
As the steel doors of the elevator slid open, a wave of air as freezing as those on Antarctica stormed into the elevator. Emma could even see the thin, white gas floating in the air.
"What the hell…" Sam murmured as he zipped up his lab coat and raised his flamethrower before him.
Both Emma and Sam hesitated before they stepped out of the elevator. Each time when they breathed in the cold air, they felt as if their lungs were freezing. Sam wanted to turn on the flamethrower and heat this area, but he was afraid to ignite his precious documents. If he accidentally burned down Niflheim, everything that his family, the Timothy family, had been working for would be ruined.
"What took you so long? I'm turning into human-sized ice cream right now!" Hiccup's furious voice came from Room 107. "I think this BEC is going to freeze everything if we don't stop it!"
Hiccup's cry convinced Emma and Sam to enter Niflheim that was more like a fridge by now. They ran down the dim corridor toward Room 107. As they got closer to Room 107, the temperature became lower. Since they were just wearing a thin lab coat, goosebumps appeared on their skin because of the chilly air and their breaths were visible. The voice of their footsteps bounced around the walls of Niflheim and echoed across the gigantic space.
Frost started to form on the metal frames of the shelves. Even though the ventilation machine pumped fresh, warm air from the ground down to Niflheim, but it couldn't control the decreasing temperature.
The debris from the explosion hadn't been cleaned yet. The gray dust and pieces of the concrete wall and wood fillings on the ground crackled as Emma and Sam's boots landed on them. The wooden door of Room 107 laid lopsidedly against the corridor's wall. In Room 107, Hiccup sat in the corner, back against the wall. He was trying to make fire by drilling a small piece of wood that came off from the door. His body was shaking because of coldness and his cheeks turned bright red. His breath looked like white smoke coming out from his mouth as if he was smoking.
"Why don't you come out?" Emma said to him.
"Because I want to watch the condensation," Hiccup stared at the middle of the room.
"Oh my…" Sam almost shrieked as he saw the translucent, jelly-like, rubbery substance lying on the floor. A dim, blue light formed in the middle of it as if it was one of those bioluminescent jellyfish. "Is this what I think it is?"
"This is it, sir. At least I think," Hiccup reported in a quivering voice, crossing his arms and tried to keep himself warm. "Sorry, we ruined the Laser."
"The Laser is not your concern. Get on your feet and we need to find a way to control that thing before it freezes all of us," Sam pointed the flamethrower at the condensation.
"You know that there is a possibility of you destroying the condensation, right?" Hiccup pushed himself up from the ground.
"I know, but I also want to test how strong this thing can get after being… well… upgraded," Sam said as he squeezed the trigger.
Orange flame shot out from the igniter like a dragon breathing fire. The igniter only had a diameter of four centimeters, but the shaft of the flame turned out into as thick as those stone columns standing in front of the Temple of Artemis. The flame close to the igniter was purple instead of the normal bright orange color.
Burning fuel dripped down from the tip of the flamethrower, creating dark spots on the gray concrete ground. The hot wind blasted their faces as if they were standing right in front of a gigantic forge. The concrete dust and remaining parts of the Laser turned bright red the instant the flame touched them. The wall facing the flamethrower was charred badly as if someone painted the wall with black paint. As the flame touched the opposite wall, it bounced back and almost burnt the trio.
Everything on the ground was swallowed by the raging fire. Black, dense smoke rose up from the pond of blaze and quickly covered the ceiling of the room. The temperature increased rapidly from the temperature inside a fridge to somewhere inside a sauna.
"Shit! Who engineered this thing?" Sam shrieked as he released the trigger of the flamethrower, "I thought this was supposed to be a laboratory version flamethrower, not a portable flame tank!"
The floor looked as if a wave of lava had just flowed pass. The metal frame of the Laser turned as red as a cooked lobster and the wires and cords inside were completely melted. But, the ooey-gooey Bose-Einstein Condensation that sat in the middle of the room remained as it was, pale blue light glimmering inside of the translucent, rubbery outer membrane.
"Unbelievable!" Emma yelled as the smoke scattered and revealed the unchanged condensation, "It endured the direct attack of a flamethrower!"
After the flamethrower stopped bursting out fire, the warm temperature started dropping slowly. The blue light formed inside the BEC grew brighter as the temperature dropped more. Hiccup stepped cautiously to the condensation and bent down to try to touch it.
"Wait!" Sam said in a sharp tone and raised his hand as if Hiccup was going to touch a bomb. "Do not touch it."
Hiccup stopped. He looked back at Sam, and then he turned to the BEC. He stepped away. He could also sense something eerie and unexplainable about the BEC. Not just that it survived the flamethrower, but it seemed like having the ability to suck the warmth out of the environment. The room fell silent, only the crackling sound of the still-burning outer case of the Laser could be heard. Emma looked at Sam, Sam stared at the BEC as if it was a bomb that was about to go off, and Hiccup was in a dilemma of deciding whether touching it would be a good idea.
"I can even smell the power within it," Sam's voice became as deep as the bells in an ancient tower.
"What power?" Emma asked.
"The power to destroy things," Sam explained. "From what I know about Bose-Einstein Condensation and what I saw, the molecule formation is nothing close to what we had predicted. I believe that the atoms are both moving at the speed of light as well as not moving at all."
"That doesn't make any sense. How do you move and not move?"
"That's the part that confuses me," Sam holstered the flamethrower and put his hands on his hips, "I read through Hogan Von VischKwades and his research team's manuscripts, and I discovered that they seemed to come close to something big and too advanced that people back then, even Muspelheim, didn't have the right technology to keep researching."
"What does the Laser do?" Hiccup growled suddenly. His vision landed on the broken outer cases of the Laser, "We tried to figure out how the Laser works, but it got destroyed before we could do some deeper investigations."
"To be honest, Hiccup," Sam shrugged. "I don't know either. My father received this from one of his scientist friends. I believe that dude's name is Davis Alchensentrik, a genius Swiss physicist who teaches at the Federal Institute of Technology at Zurich."
"ETH Zurich?" Hiccup acclaimed, "I heard the news about a shooting incident near their physics building or something."
To be continued