May 17th, 2013.

2:33 p.m.

The fresh cool air washed over the sneakers which pushed through the revolving doors onto black and white marble tiles. Everywhere sneakers and shoes squeaked as people walked to and fro, a bustling crowd of curious faces and twinkling eyes.

The sneakers which had just joined the foray moved with slow, steady steps as one accustomed to heavy crowds. Other shoes came close to stepping on his, but he was swift and dodged the clomping feet with ease until at last they stopped. The boy's eyes drifted up and over the painting. It was a rare piece of art, one which had just been put there a few months back. He admired it with a keen eye, knowing all that he was seeing.

He was nothing out of the ordinary in the museum, in fact, he mixed well with the jazzy new age kids who wore bright colours and talked too loud for some of the adults, that was why no one noticed him. Not at first, anyway.

He knew what security would look for in a person who was casing the museum and he smiled as he wondered just how security was handling this right now.

In fact, one man stood staring at the monitors. For ten minutes, his eyes hadn't left the unmoving boy with a dark green floppy hat on his head. He stared harder at the screen, the boy had never once face the camera. But there was something familiar in his stance.

"Can you zoom in on that kid?" The tall man asked, pointing at the screen. The lower level security man grumbled under his breath and zoomed. The other man ignored him as the grainy picture maxed the screen. He blinked, and for a moment he almost gave up, then it hit him. "Oh my gosh," he whispered. "Get all security ready. That's one of the Big Four!"

"How can you be sure?" The other man asked, startled by the man's outburst.

"Because…" The man stared at the screen, "I would know those sneakers anywhere. Get your men ready and be quiet about it, if he smells a trap, he'll run."

The funny thing was, the boy was already well aware of the trap. He had a listening device with high-frequency and which he had tapped into the securities earwigs. He smirked as he heard the command and placed the little box back in his pants pocket. Slowly, like a normal person, he turned to the doors ready to leave. Only, two cops blocked the way. That was unexpected. He quirked his brows and turned back around, heading back for a hallway. As he turned the bend, he casually pulled out another box which looked like a cellphone and tapped the screen. A blueprint of all the exits appeared and he grinned.

Only, time was short because before him two security guards were coming. He blinked, this wasn't going to be so easy.

"Hey, you. We want to talk with you." One of them said sternly.

"Sure, what is it officer?" The boy asked.

"We would like to talk to you in private," the other one said.

The boy smiled slowly, "why officers? Have I done something wrong?"

"No.. but-"

"You just need to come with us!" The gruffer one said glaring at him.

"Sorry, but.. I have plans." The boy dashed at them, catching them off guard. His shoes slipped and he slid under one of them who was standing with his legs apart in an attempt to brace against what he thought would be a full on attack. The boy raced down the hall away from them as they called for back-up. He pushed off the wall out of another man's reach.

"What the? Is that Parkour?" One of them exclaimed.

There was no one to answer since they were all chasing the ridiculously quick teen who now had ten guards after him. No matter what they tried, he constantly evaded them. Finally they surrounded him by a secure door which needed an access code. The boy looked up frantically, backing away from the door as a man in a suit walked up.

"It's over, Horrendous Haddock." The FBI agent said, "give yourself up."

Hiccup's fear turned to victory, "I don't think so," His eyes flickered to the door and the men looked too. Suddenly an explosion rang in their ears, and they flinched. The FBI agent rushed forward, trying to grab the boy, but it was too late. He was at the door, he turned to face the Agent and smiled through the dust before falling backwards out the door.

"Damn!" The Agent snarled.

"Who was that kid?" One of the men asked, "and why did he know Parkour?"

The agent, glared at them, "it wasn't parkour. It was Free-running. Parkour is for the use of protecting people. Free-running is for your own livelihood. And that kid was Hiccup The Horrendous Haddock. A key member in the Big Four group."

"Hey, ain't those them kids the FBI's been after for three years now? Didn't they steal a Van Gogh?"

Agent Parkerson turned slowly to the security guard with a look so cold and fierce that the man quaked, "yes. Yes they are. And yes they did, among many other priceless objects." He walked to the painting and looked at it. "Seems they have found their next target."


At the Big Four Headquarters…

"What do you mean 'not enough data?'" A redhead girl shouted at the laptop, "what does that mean?!" She grabbed the edges, trying to force it to reveal its secrets, but the laptop continued incessantly, "not enough date, not enough data, not enough data."

"I KNOW!" She screamed.

"What is going on in here?" A boy with white hair asked as he entered the room, "you are making enough noise to wake the dead." He looked over the curly redhead's shoulder.

"It keeps sayin' that!" She growled, "not enough data!" she mocked resisting the urge to punch the technology.

"Ah, probably better if you just shut it off for now," Jack said running a hand through his bedhead hair. "Geez," he yawned, "I woke up for this?"

Merida glared, "when is Hiccup comin' back?"

"Any time now…" Jack said just as the front door opened. "Hey!" He called as Hiccup appeared covered in dust from sheetrock with a smirk on his face. "How'd it go?" Jack asked, leaning against the fridge door.

Hiccup looked at him, "like clockwork."

"They don't suspect a thing?"

"Nope, they think they know what's going to happen. But while they are adding extra security to that museum, we can hit our real target." Hiccup slid off his jacket.

"Excellent. Nice job on your first time," Jack said

"FIX IT!" Merida suddenly shouted, making the boys look at her. Hiccup blinked and gazed at the computer, "Ah.. what'd you do?" He asked, pressing a few buttons.

"I don't know!" She cried.

"Shh, take it down a notch, will ya?" Hiccup asked, rubbing his ear. "Okay, all fixed. Please don't do that again."

Merida rolled her eyes and grumbled, "fine."

Jack shook his head, soon all would be ready.