Toothless, or as he was now being called, Marco Daen, headed to his first training session with Sam.
He'd pretty much gathered from the giving of the fake name that he was going to be made a spy for them, or have to do some other piece of dirty work, probably involving that 'Chéstanada' group. He hummed, it was latinic MT, which was a newer version, though still quite old.
He did recognize it, though. It translated from LMT to Spanish to English as Devil, and of course Toothless knew all about El Diablo, a very famous Supervillain around these parts.
Anyways, enough about that. He was currently in the room where he would be training with Sam. Suddenly he was face down on the floor.
Sam was above him, smiling. "First rule, always be vigilant."
Toothless groaned, he had a feeling he was not going to enjoy this.
.
It seemed that the men had had enough. One last time, they said, still not accepting that Thuggory and Hiccup were not spies, or they would shoot them.
Hiccup gave up halfway through his ritual flogging. It was hopeless, they were both going to die.
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Toothless smirked, having Sam in a chokehold. Never mind, this was fun.
Sam hit the shock button. Never mind, this wasn't fun.
Sam got up. "I think you're ready to go," he smirked, rubbing his hands around his neck where bruises in the shape of Toothless's finger pads had begun to form.
"What exactly am I doing, anyways?"
Sam blinked. "Wait, Gulls hasn't told you? Dude, we, well, here," he handed him a folder, "I was supposed to give it to you anyways."
Toothless took the folder and opened it.
The first page had a photo of three guys, but it was too blurry to clearly identify any features.
It was attached to a newspaper article, the Title read: TTT?
The subheading Who? What? How?
He read the article.
Last night, October 1st 1991, three men vandalized a school district, spray-painting unidentifiable symbols onto walls and writing threatening messages. Most were threats regarding the fact that everybody was going to die, that the world would be razed, but one message stuck out. Sprawled across the walls were gruesome images and words outlining three letters. 'T', 'T' and 'T'.
Toothless frowned. What… the… fuck…?
He turned the page to see another clipping. Once more, nobody could see the faces of the people who were paper clipped to the page, but there was no denying the similarly shaped bodies.
The TTT strike again
Where are our heroes when we need them?
August 6th 1994, another crime spree sponsored by the TTT. Rumors are rife that the TTT has promised fifty thousand dollars in addition to immunity during the apocalypse to whoever can cause the most damage to the city. The City Council urges you to steer your children away from the petty fable as it is, indeed, a myth. On a different note, police are happy to note that they have captured three brothers who they believe are the TTT and are in the process of questioning them.
Another one, this time from a magazine.
TTT, myth or reality?
No TTT attacks in Mexico for the past three months, the Council believes they were never a real thing. Do you?
This time another from a newspaper.
Crazy or stupid?
Today, June 7th 2002, Three boys names Edward, Carnindo and Paul marched into the city centre police station and claimed that they were responsible for all the terror attacks the city has faced in the past eight years. More to come on the appalling story shortly!
Toothless frowned. Who were these guys?
He turned the page and found a small envelope. He opened it and found there were a few photos in there. He took them out.
They were of different men, all of whom looked similar to the men in the photo. Names were written on the back of them, and an X was drawn over most of them.
"Your quest," Toothless jumped at the sound of Gulliera's voice playing from speakers set up around the room to accompany the big screen she was watching him from, "Is to infiltrate the TTT headquarters by finding out which of the men left in the photos belong to the group, and then proceed to destroy them."
Sam handed him a backpack and took him up several flights of stairs to a garage. Toothless eyed all the cars, they were so sweet!
Sam tossed a set of keys into his hands and pointed at a blue sedan. "She's yours, el Diablo."
Toothless smirked, twirling the keys around in his fingers.
"Gracias," Toothless smirked, hopping in the car, waving to Sam who gave him a thumb's up, and driving away.
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It was execution day. Hiccup was scared. They aimed a gun at Hiccup, and a gun at Thuggory.
Suddenly there was a crash, a bang, smoke was pouring through walls, it was like one of those overdramatic movie scenes that are way irrelevant. A set of glowing red eyes peered from each corners. The man aiming his gun at Hiccup was ripped into the cloud first, his screams were heard along with an animalistic growl, and his bloody head was thrown back into the group of people.
Hiccup's eyes widened, oh fuck. He shared a glance with Thuggory. Hell no.
Another man was pulled in, at this point everyone ripped their guns out and began to shoot. But it would be of no use, Hiccup wanted so badly to say as a growl ripped through, sending out a blast of pure energy five feet across the room, killing everyone within its blast zone.
Suddenly a dagger found itself in the middle of Hiccup's bonds, and then in Thuggory's, unraveling the rope and releasing the two. They scrambled for something to defend themselves with, regardless of how futile it would be. After all, how could either of them win in a fight against Dagur.