Dagur's eyes widened when he heard the name. "Grimborn?" he echoed. "You're Ryker's brother?"

Viggo smiled, but it was not a warm one. "You are correct. I hope you will not judge me by my brother's transgressions."

"No, I wouldn't do that." He thought, "Wouldn't be fair since I wouldn't want someone doing that to Heather." Aloud, he asked, "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be visiting Rykie instead?"

"I came here because I have heard much about you and wanted to meet you for myself."

Dagur paused, unsure how to proceed. Viggo noticed and his smile became more amused.

"There's no need to be concerned, Dagur. I merely wish to speak. I have heard that inmates sentenced to life are willing to do anything to pass the days. Is that true?"

"I wouldn't say anything, but it definitely gets boring."

"So, what you do is to prevent boredom?"

"Sometimes."

"What are your thoughts on wealth?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you someone who is satisfied with what most people have or do you want more?"

"I don't really use much money here, but I've always liked the idea of having a lot of it."

Viggo's eyes were searching, visually scanning the redhead for any nonverbal cues which could be used to help analyze him. Suddenly, the visitor relaxed if ever so slightly.

"When Ryker and I were children, our family did not have much, so I suppose that made the idea of wealth more appealing because it seemed so unattainable. I decided that I would control my own fate and do what was necessary to ensure that I not only survived but flourished in this world. Your childhood, however, was not one marred by financial stress. I recall your father. I would have described him as above middle class."

Dagur's grip on the phone tightened, but it was unnoticeable. "You two met?"

"Several times, but unfortunately, he did not mention you, so we are still strangers to one another."

"When did you meet?"

"We would meet for business," he answered calmly.

The redhead was unsatisfied by his answer but nodded and dropped the subject. Seeing this, Viggo continued.

"We often played chess together during those interactions."

"Really? Who'd win?"

"I would every time, but I did not fault him for this. I have spent the better part of my life mastering chess. It was the one game our family had and I was determined to be the best. Those skills have helped me in life, learning how people's minds work. See, Dagur, with determination, even small goals can be reached and seemingly insignificant accomplishments can benefit you." He paused with a curious look on his face. "Have you played?"

"Once or twice. I never used to sit down for long periods of time."

"Would you win?"

"I don't remember. I'd play as quickly as possible and then leave. I didn't pay attention to the results much."

"You and I should compete. I'm interested in how you fare as opposed to Oswald."

Without waiting for a response, Viggo gave that cold smile again.

"This was an enlightening visit, Dagur. Have a good rest of your day."

The man put the phone back on the hook and left. Dagur just watched, frowning after him. He thought about him for the rest of the evening. When it came time for the therapy session the next morning, he knew what he would be discussing.

"I met Viggo," Dagur revealed, frowning again.

"This happened last evening?" Farid asked, surprised.

"Yeah, it wasn't for long, but he wanted to talk with me. I don't know what he thought, but I can definitely tell he's the fancier sibling. He's not like Rykie at all. Ryker will glare you down and shank you. Viggo's suave. He's sort of cool in an evil way."

"The warden told me a little about Viggo before, but I haven't been able to find much else about him. To the public, he's a businessman."

"Oh, he's a businessman all right. That's why he wanted to meet me. He wanted to make sure his money wasn't at risk with me being part of the operation. His bratty big bro probably told him I'm trouble."

Dagur paused and started laughing. Farid waited a moment before lifting an eyebrow at him.

"Would you mind me asking what triggered that?"

"It's the fact that I just thought about how Rykerman is the big brother. I mean, you can tell when you look at them. He's literally bigger and he looks older too, but he's taking orders from his baby sibling. That's so weird! Not to say that I'd want to order Heather around all day, but I wouldn't be obeying her commands either. They're doing the sibling thing wrong. Clearly, it didn't pay off well either since Rykie's here with me and Viggo's a free man. He probably got him arrested. Just warms your heart, doesn't it? If that's not family, I don't know what is," he said sarcastically.

Farid had a small smile and nodded. "It could provide a look into his mind. Maybe Viggo doesn't think in terms of family, just business. Ryker is not so much his brother as he is an operative."

"But it's so odd how some people just don't care about family at all. I get not being altruistic with the whole world, but there have to be a few people you'd stick your neck out there for. Just looking out for yourself is a lonely way to live." He recalled something else and tilted his head. "You know, I'd have expected them to be closer for another reason too. Viggo said that they didn't have much growing up. Seems like that would've made them bond and want to look out for each other."

"It depends on the person," Farid stated. "Some people do grow closer in situations like that and others distance themselves from every reminder. For Viggo, it's possible that he hated everything involving that time so much that even Ryker isn't exempt from some coldness."

"So, if all Viggo cares about is money, I guess that's where we have to hurt him." Dagur started frowning deeper. "He said he knew my dad. They played chess. According to him, they met for 'business' a few times. Not the least bit suspicious."

"Do you think that he was a direct supplier for Oswald?"

"I'm not sure. I doubt he gets his hands dirty often since he's got Rykie for that, but since he came here today, I don't think he refuses to get involved either. He seemed like he meant it when he said he'd been around Dad. He also wants to play chess with me sometime, so I'll get a chance to ask him some more questions to see if he really did or not."

"He wants to play chess with you? Did he say why?"

"It's his favorite game since childhood, but I think he wants to see how my mind works. Most likely, he's wondering, 'Is he crazy to the point of throwing a bag of my supply at an officer or is he just a weirdo?' I'd prefer that he thought it's the last one."

"If he's the one behind all of this, he could be more unlike Alvin and Ryker than we're thinking. We don't know what all he's capable of. We just think that he let his brother get arrested. We aren't even sure how he is with others in his operation. I've heard that his people don't work alone."

"They need more murderous drug lords?"

"Unfortunately, yes. If you hear about a group called the Flyers, that's them. I know even less about them than I do with Viggo's Hunters."

Dagur sighed, then chuckled. "Don't they know it's not nice to keep secrets? They just want to make things trickier for us, but it won't work." With a wide smile, he said, "I have a bet to win."

The two continued speaking, then the inmate went back to the cell. He got to his people watching during lunch and collected more money during his time in the yard. It was difficult to ignore the harsh glares that Ryker was sending him. They looked more vicious with every passing moment. The glares contrasted with the almost friendly looks from Savage. He was on the other side of the gate, but he made a point to walk close several times, locking eyes with the redhead. No one noticed except for Ryker and this just made him angrier. After a little of this, he approached Dagur once he had gotten money from another buyer.

"You're not paid for socializing," he growled.

Dagur glanced around them. "Fine because I'm pretty sure that I'm not doing that anyway."

Ryker just glared, looking between him and the gate which now no longer had Savage on its other side. Grumpily, he went off to manage his own business. He stayed in that sour mood the entire time. Dagur was almost relieved when he saw Gobber gesturing for him to approach.

"Finally won't have Mr. Grouchy glaring at me everywhere I walk," he thought.

The convict looked at the officer, giving a small smile that only he saw. Gobber returned the same expression.

"No goateed people this time, right?"

"No, just long-haired blonds."

Dagur's eyes brightened knowingly and he turned so that the restraints could be attached to his wrists. They went to the area where the twins were waiting, fighting over the phone. Dagur laughed when he saw this.

"There's enough of me to go around," he happily assured them, being heard mostly by Tuffnut who had the phone closer to him. "You know, if you two hold the phone in the middle of you, you could probably hear at the same time."

The siblings followed the suggestion, struggling to both fit on the seat. Finally, they situated themselves.

"I wanted to show up sooner," Tuff said, face in a pout.

"Blame the others again," Ruff added. "They said it would be suspicious if we showed up in the middle of all the officers getting caught."

"That's fair," Dagur agreed. "I'd be lying if I said Ryker wasn't thinking there was something going on behind the scenes." His eyes twinkled. "Did you tell her about Rykie?"

"Of course!"

"Then, I think the two of you would be interested in hearing how I'm starting to take his job."

"Look at you!" Tuff cheered.

Dagur puffed up proudly. "Didn't even have to do much and the people liked me better. I wonder how much will change by next month."

"Anyone looking like an Alvin replacement?"

The inmate nodded. "One of his former officers. Savage to be precise. Not sure if you remember him. I'm getting to know a lot more people including Ryker's little brother."

"He's got a little brother too?" Ruff asked. "Ew, I'm like Ryker."

"Hardly," Dagur assured her. "He gets bossed around by his bro."

Tuffnut's eyes widened. "Think I could get some pointers?"

This earned him an elbow in the ribcage from Ruffnut, causing Dagur to smirk. Rubbing the sore spot, Tuff painfully spoke again.

"What's his name?" When he saw his sister prepare to punch, he quickly added, "I'm not asking to go find him and ask him those questions."

"You better not be," Ruff huffed.

The redhead chuckled at them. "His name's Viggo Grimborn." As he saw their eyes light up, he smiled. "Cool right?"

"Extremely!" they agreed simultaneously.

"What was he like?"

"Svelte. Much more laid back than Rykie."

"Does he seem as dangerous?" Tuff asked.

"Maybe more. Ryker's trapped by what he can get away with here. Viggo can do whatever as long as he doesn't get caught."

"Do you think he's onto you?"

Dagur paused. "Sure hope not. He wants to play chess when he comes back. I'll probably find out if he's suspicious then or not."

"Anything we can do on the outside?" Tuff asked.

"I'm not sure. If I find out there is, I'll let you know. Anyway," he added, a deranged smile crossing his face, "I heard you were back at it with stunts. Incorporating any new, risky ones?"

"Every day!"

The three spoke until visiting hours were over. Despite all of them having short attention spans, none were bored even once. They were disappointed when they had to leave, but the twins agreed to try out some of their new friend's strange ideas. Dagur was still happy when he got to the cell, but this did not last as he saw Ryker's glare.

"I know you spoke with my brother."

"And?"

"Don't make a habit out of it."

"Didn't know that was against the rules," Dagur retorted.

Ryker snarled. "A lowly collector like you never should have met him. Not even Alvin knows what he looks like."

The redhead shrugged. "So, he decided that he wants to see who handles his cash. That's not unfathomable."

"It's not tolerable either."

"You're really going to tell Spooky that you're overriding one of his requests?"

Ryker just glared at him. Dagur laughed and started doing push ups.

"I won't get out of line if you don't, Rykie. You might not like how the others are coming to me, but I think we can both agree that Viggo's in charge here."

The older man continued glaring. He spoke again under his breath, but he was heard and intrigued the redhead who kept his expression neutral.

"That's what he thinks too."