Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait again, I've been preparing for a vacation (which I will actually be departing for in a few days!) I won't have internet for a few weeks but I will try and squeeze a little writing in here and there. I hope you like this chapter and I'll try to post soon, trying for January at the latest.


Chapter 19: Bust

"Alright...there it is...it's moving...moving...reaching the target...and…" he took in a sharp breath, his hand tightly clutching the armrest of his desk chair. "And it hit! It's hit the target!" The screen in front of him showed a birds-eye view of the Berk river with the camera centred on Outcast Island, a small red object washed up on the northern point. Hiccup stood from his seat, a wide smile on his face, and turned towards Astrid who was standing beside him. "It worked, now all we have to do is wait."

Astrid returned the smile. "There's a little more to it than that."

Heather, who stood on the opposite side of Hiccup, looked down at the time on her phone. "We've got thirty-six hours and counting until the agreed upon time of meeting, let's make sure everything is ready by then."

"Agreed upon?" Fishlegs scoffed from directly behind Hiccup.

Heather smirked. "Okay, assumed agreed upon time. They'll show, they've got no other options."

"Are we absolutely sure it wasn't a better idea to have the meeting time be a tad later? Thirty-six hours isn't a lot of time to think something like this over," he said, looking around at the others.

"That's the idea, Fishlegs," Astrid said, "we don't want them to think too hard about this, it'll only make them more prepared for our ambush."

Hiccup turned around and leaned against the desk. "Everybody knows their stations right? Me and Fish will be around The Outcasts hideout, keeping watch." Fishlegs gave a nod in response. "Astrid, Gobber, and Heather will be at the meeting spot, ready to meet with Alvin. Oh, and The Night Fury of course."

Heather looked towards Astrid. "Have you spoken to him about the plan yet?"

"Not yet, but he's supposed to meet with me tonight, I'll fill him in then."

"Make sure you all have your phones ready tomorrow night, we'll need to share information during the plan. If The Outcasts start heading back to their base, Hiccup and I will need to know as soon as possible," Fishlegs said.

Heather nodded. "Right, and you and Hiccup will have to do the same. We need to keep tabs on their whereabouts at all times, that'll give us the advantage we need to beat them."

Hiccup nodded before peering down at his watch. "I should get to work, I don't want to be late, Gobber and I will have to leave early tomorrow to prepare," he said standing back up and shuffling towards the door.

"Wait, Hiccup," Astrid called out as she followed behind him. "I have something, here." She handed him a small bundle of clothing. "I gathered up some of my uncle's clothes for Gobber to wear. I know they probably won't notice the difference but the more similar he looks the better right?"

He could see that her eyes lingered on the clothing as she held them out towards him. "Oh, Astrid, you really didn't need to-"

"Please, Hiccup, take them. If this has even the slightest chance of helping us, it's worth it."

Hiccup took the clothes from her with a short nod. "You know, if you wanted to talk about it with someone…"

"I don't."

"Because I know what you're going through."

That made Astrid smile. "I know, thank you. Right now all I want is for this mission to go well. I don't need to be thinking about anything else."

"Sure, I'll see you tomorrow night," he said before turning to leave.

Astrid didn't have time to feel sadness or despair, she had a job to do, and she intended to do it. She was never the type to wallow in her grief, while others coped with their tears and their words, Astrid coped with her actions. Crying did nothing, talking about it did nothing, she only cared to undo what had been done, take back what had been taken. Perhaps Finn was dead, perhaps long dead, but she would fight to return him to her until she was certain he was truly gone for good.

Work was the same as usual, chatting with Heather, arguing with Magnus. Astrid rode home before dark, making no stops on the way back. If The Outcasts suspected anything, she wanted them to see nothing was different. The Night Fury had begun visiting her house, it was darker on her residential street, nobody would see him at night, and there was no chance of someone discovering his visits. She waited quietly for him, preparing dinner and watching as the sun slowly made its way behind the horizon. Only once the darkness of night had completely enveloped the city did she hear the familiar sound of footsteps on the roof. The sound made her smile, and she quickly made her way up to the skylight, the table was now always empty so she could climb up and down with ease. With a soft click she unlocked the window and opened it, pulling herself up and out to where he was.

"You're fast," she commented.

He turned to look at her, he and Toothless were so dark all she could make out was the sheen off his helmet's visor. "Well I got a ride from a friend," he joked.

"There's a plan, and we need you for it," Astrid told him, climbing to her feet and approaching him.

"A plan?" he feigned ignorance.

"We've sent a letter to The Outcasts, claiming to be Finn, offering to submit himself and the other half of the plans in exchange for my safety. Given they also bring their half for authentication of course."

"And what are we really going to do?"

Astrid smirked. "It's good to hear you say 'we' already. The plan is to have Gobber pretend to be Finn. You, me, and Heather will be there to make sure nothing bad happens to him. Gobber will be able to authenticate the plans, once that's done I'll call the BPD and have them all arrested. If they succeed, great, if not, they'll slow them down at the very least."

"Slow them down?"

She nodded. "We're betting on them having suspicions, hopefully they'll bring plenty of men with them. Once we have the plans in sight you'll fly back to Outcast Island, Hiccup and Fishlegs will be there waiting for you, keeping an eye on their hideout. With a large number of their men gone, the base will be significantly easier to infiltrate, you can strike then, get the dragons back."

"I can do that."

"It's a good plan, I believe it'll work," she said confidently.

"It is, but be careful."

Astrid smiled and shifted closer to him. "You'll be there with me, won't you?"

His hand moved up to brush a stray hair away from her face. "Always."

She leaned her face towards his gloved hand, allowing it to lightly graze her skin. "We can do this, all of us, together. We'll save the dragons, and Finn, and Valka."

Hiccup tensed at the sound of his mother's name. He knew he wasn't supposed to know who that was, he had to pretend to be confused. "Valka?" he asked.

Astrid paused, momentarily confused, she had forgotten that he didn't know Valka. "Sorry, she was also lost in the machine, many years ago. She's Hiccup's mother, you still haven't met him yet have you?" she said looking up at him. "He's the one who came up with the plan, he's very smart, one of the smartest people I know. You two are actually similar in a lot of ways."

He laughed nervously. "Is he? Well, by the sounds of it I'll meet him tomorrow."

Astrid furrowed her brows. "How did you know the plan was for tomorrow?"

"Oh, uh, I assumed it would be as soon as possible, with the dragons only getting weaker the longer we wait. We can't waste anymore time."

"So I take it that's a yes then?" she asked with a grin.

Hiccup nodded. "It's a yes, where and when are we meeting?"


Heather tucked her dark hair behind her ears and reached up to apply the fake blond beard to his face. Gobber was quite similar to Finn in many ways, his height, his build, the colour of his hair, and also his long moustache. He had no beard however, and even though The Outcasts likely didn't know exactly what Finn looked like, the lack of a beard might tip them off, and having one would further cover his face. She brushed deft fingers over the fake bristly hairs and gave soft tugs at it to make sure it was properly secured in place.

"How do I look?" Gobber asked, holding his head up stiffly, trying his best to hold still as she looked him over.

She smiled. "Good, not movie close-up quality but they won't notice that from afar. Try to keep your distance." He nodded. Heather looked down at his leg and patted at the lower section of his pants. "Well your leg looks like any other leg, so that's good."

"I wrapped a towel around the metal, so my pants wouldn't cling to it like it does sometimes," he explained grinning. "It's my hand I'm more worried about," he pointed out, holding his prosthetic hand up. It was made of hard skin-coloured plastic, in the shape of a hand and covered in a thin layer of transparent silicone. The fingers were all able to move independently, a very impressive model to be sure, but it did not look like a real hand, even from far away.

Heather nodded in acknowledgement. "Yes, Astrid told me she would bring gloves and some other things for you. She should be here soon."

"She isn't there yet?" a voice buzzed in her ear.

She turned away from Gobber slightly, moving her hand up to the side of her head. "It's fine Fishlegs, we've got three hours until the agreed upon time, she'll be here soon enough."

"What if they're early and keeping a watchout, what if they see her enter the building?"

"Did you see anyone leave the hideout?"

"...No."

"Then there's nothing to worry about, if you guys see someone leaving, anyone, tell me immediately. Hiccup's there with you right?"

"What? Oh, yeah he's here." He lied, hoping she wouldn't ask to speak with him.

"Good, I'll let you know as soon as she arrives okay?"

"Okay."

Heather turned towards Gobber and shot him a amused look. "Is she bringing me a hat too?" he asked, brushing a hand over what little hair he had left. "I don't exactly have quite the hairstyle Finn had."

She giggled. "Yeah she's bringing a hat, and an old pair of Finn's glasses too."

"Do you know where they'll be coming in from?" Gobber asked looking around the inside of the warehouse, it was quite large, though the windows were small and mostly boarded up, making the space dark and gloomy, something that would work in their favour. Heather pointed to the front, where there were two large rolling doors. They were rusted and barely held together, but they were the most obvious entrance to be found from the outside. The bulk of the garbage and debris in the warehouse was scattered about in front of the door. Crates and old scraps of wood mostly, this would slow down any escape they would try to make. "Where should I be then?"

"Back here will work," Heather said. "Don't stray too far from the door though." She gestured towards the back corner where they had entered from. There was a stack of boxes that obscured the small metal side door that would be their only escape should the meeting go wrong. Right as Heather turned away from the door did she hear the noisy rumble of Astrid's motorcycle pull up and stop outside. A few steps followed and the sound of the door scraping against the floor as Astrid slipped inside. She had a large bag slung over her shoulder and a small bundle clutched to her chest. "You made it, she's here Fishlegs."

"Oh good."

Astrid walked over at gave Gobber a quick once-over. "You look great," she said with a smile.

"Is the Night Fury with you?" Heather asked, peering behind her friend.

"No, he said he would head over as soon as it was dark outside, so it shouldn't be too much longer now." Astrid looked down at the bundle of items in her arms and pulled out a brown jacket, handing it to Gobber. "Here, try this out, this was his favourite jacket." She turned her attention back to Heather. "The guys are in place?"

Heather nodded. "Yup, Fishlegs and Hiccup are both keeping a eye on the base," she said tapping the device in her ear. "If anything happens I'll hear about it."

"Feels alright," Gobber commented, shrugging his shoulder as he got used to the fit of the jacket. "Heather said you were bringing gloves, a hat, and glasses?"

"Yes, of course," she said pulling out a simple pair of black gloves, a flat cap, and a small pair of wire-framed glasses. Handing each to Gobber one by one as he put them on. "Perfect," she finally said once he had it all on. "You're his spitting image."

"Really?" Gobber asked, unconvinced.

Astrid took a few long steps backwards. "Well, from here you are." He chuckled at that. "Oh! I almost forgot," she said, shuffling through her bag and pulling out a gun, startling Gobber and Heather, causing both to stumble backwards.

"When did you get a gun?" Heather asked, eyes wide.

"Relax, it's a fake," Astrid said walking back over and reaching out to hand the gun to Gobber. "When they arrive act defensive, aim the gun at them, pretend to get talked down and put it on the floor. Kick it away if they ask you to."

Gobber took the prop reluctantly. "Why? What's the point if I'm going chuck it anyway?"

"It'll take their defenses down, make them less likely to suspect you have something up your sleeve. If you meet them alone, unarmed, there going to think you have backup somewhere, we don't want them to think that. We want them to believe you're alone." He nodded.

"Do you have the fake plans?" Heather asked.

"Yes, right here," Astrid replied, pulling out a thick stack of papers and handing them over. "They're not perfect, plans for some other machine I think...Hiccup sent them to me to print out. None of The Outcasts are engineers anyway so they shouldn't be able to figure out what it really is."

"They look good to me," Heather said, passing them over to Gobber. "What do you think?"

He quickly flipped through the various pages. "It looks like a hadron collider." They both stared blankly at him. "It's for smashing particles together." There was another long pause. "It'll do fine."

"Great, that's all we need," Astrid said with a smile.

There was a buzzing sound from Heather's jacket pocket and she mumbled a few soft curses under her breath as she pulled it out and looked at the caller ID. "Shit, I have to take this, hold on," she said pulling her earpiece out and handing it to Astrid. "Give me a minute." Heather shuffled over to the opposite side of the warehouse and pressed the phone to her ear. "What's he done now?" she asked with a heavy sigh.

"He was attacked."

There was a sudden awful clenching in her stomach. "...What? When? Who was it? Is he alright?"

"No, no, he's fine, a black eye, bloody lip, nothing serious."

"Well who did it? Was it targeted?"

She could hear her sigh on the other end. "I believe it was targeted, but your brother refuses to say who it was who attacked him so there isn't much I can do."

"We can't have him moved?"

"I already spoke to the warden, he won't do it unless your brother gives names, but he won't give any names. Right now your brother is in the infirmary and they said he'll stay there for the night but…"

"But they'll send him back there tomorrow."

"Yes."

"There's nothing you can do? Can't we...I don't know, sue them or something?"

"That's not how it works."

Heather pinched the bridge of her nose and groaned. "So what can we do?"

"Unless you can convince him to give the names of his attackers, not much. I spoke to him right before I called but he wouldn't listen to a word I said. Maybe you should come down and talk to him, you're the only person he listens to."

She scoffed. "Barely."

"Still Heather, you're his best chance. When will you be finished work?"

"I...I can't come down right now, I've got something important tonight. When do they send him back?"

"First thing, before visiting hours even start. If you want to talk to him before then you'll have to come tonight. I talked to the warden, he said he would let you in even though visiting hours ended already, but he can't let you in any later than seven or eight. When will you be done?"

"Later than eight," she said glancing down at her watch.

"You can't postpone it?"

Heather sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "It's not exactly something you postpone."

"What's wrong?" Astrid asked, startling her friend.

"Oh, Astrid," Heather said, holding the phone down on her chest. "It's...it's the lawyer, stuff about Dagur, you know how it is."

"Is there a problem?"

"No, no it's…" she sighed, she was terrible at lying to Astrid. "He was attacked, and he won't tell anyone who did it. I'm worried it was targeted."

"Targeted? The men who he was working with you think?" Astrid asked, her brows furrowed with concern. Anything related to Dagur was never good for Heather, Astrid had been friends with her long enough to know that.

"I don't know, but he unless he tells them who attacked him he'll be sent back tomorrow morning," Heather said with a heavy sigh.

Understanding washed over her face, and Astrid put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "If you think you need to go there, be with him, you should go."

"No, Astrid-"

"We can handle this, it'll be fine. I know you love your brother despite everything, I'd hate to see something really bad happen to him because of our plans."

Heather took in a sharp breath. "Thank you, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be." She lunged forward and pulled Astrid into a tight hug. "Go see your brother, make sure he's alright."

"Thank you, I will," she said pulling back and rushing towards the door, grabbing her bag as she left. Heather hadn't brought her car, she didn't want the outcasts to see it, she would have to take the bus and that would make the trip much longer. As she walked briskly down the street towards the nearest bus stop, she put her phone back to her ear, holding it in place with her shoulder as she shuffled her jacket on. "Sorry about that, I was speaking with my boss, I'm heading over now."

"Great, when will you make it?"

"I'm not downtown right now, I'm actually quite far out and I have to take the bus. It'll probably take me two hours, give or take."

"That'll work, I'll call the warden back and let him know you're on the way."

"Thank you."


The wind was gusting more than usual that night and it blew them around as they made their way up to the warehouse, the meeting place. Hiccup was hopeful, the plan was well laid out and everyone seemed like they were on the same page. Maybe this would be it, this would be what they needed to save the dragons, get the plans back, help Astrid find her uncle. It all felt so close, he almost had it.

Toothless whirled down in a spiral motion, landing silently onto the roof. Then in one graceful leap, he jumped from the top of the warehouse to the ground below. It was dark already and their figures disappeared into the shadows. Hiccup crept quietly inside, his eyes darting around as he walked, making sure nobody had seen him or Toothless. The warehouse had no functioning lights, so it was very dark inside. The only source of light was the soft glow of the moon spilling inside from a few upper windows, but even in the dimness he spotted Astrid right away.

She stood near the middle, bathed in the pale light as it reflected off of her blonde hair. As soon as he slunk out of the shadowed entrance, she turned and noticed him, a smile spreading across her face. "You're here."

"I wouldn't miss it," he said, approaching her. "I'm sorry I'm a little late, the wind slowed us down." Toothless walked up behind him, placing his head under Hiccup's arm.

"No, no, you're right on time. Hiccup and Fishlegs are keeping their eyes on The Outcasts' base, they haven't left yet."

He reached out to touch her arm, but Gobber stepped into view and startled him. In the dark and from a distance, he really looked like Finn, more than Hiccup had anticipated. The jacket and the beard were all so familiar, Astrid had done a better job than he'd thought possible. "We meet again," he said, words stiff and serious.

"You must be Gobber."

That made him frown. "And you're The Night Fury." Gobber hadn't realized the way he had said the words, Hiccup didn't like it, and Astrid was confused by it.

He didn't know what to say, he could feel the frustration in Gobber's voice, but he didn't dare say anything about it. Not while Astrid was listening. "Where's Heather?" he asked, looking around the dark warehouse. In the cluttered, dim space, she could've been anywhere.

"She had to leave, something came up with her brother. It was too important to leave alone, but we should have no problem with the three of us," Astrid explained.

"Four- uh, five of us." Fishlegs said into Astrid's ear.

She touched her ear. "Right Fishlegs, five. How are we looking over there?"

"Still no movement."

"The meeting time is coming up, they should be leaving soon." Astrid turned to The Night Fury. "We don't want them to see you when they get here, you should hide yourself. You and Toothless both."

"Where do you want me to hide?"

She looked upwards. "The rafters maybe? They're above the windows so I don't think they'll be able to see you up there."

Hiccup nodded. "Where will you be?"

"I'll hide by the side here, near where Gobber will be. If something happens I can help him get out."

"You don't need to stand so close, stay by the door, I can help him if the meeting goes wrong. We need you to call the police, then get out as fast as you can."

Gobber nodded begrudgingly. "He's right, it's better if you stay back. The Night Fury can pull me out faster, you have your job, all you need to do is call the BPD and escape."

Astrid sighed. "Alright," she said reluctantly, she knew better than to start a argument. "But speaking of the police, I need to make a quick call before they arrive."

"You're calling them now?" Hiccup asked. "If you call now they'll arrive too early."

"I'm calling a detective I know," she said. "I won't tell him our exact address, only the general area so he's close by when I call in. He's an ass but I know he'll listen. We're sort of friends, or at least we used to be."

Snotlout. Hiccup thought. He hadn't exactly been enthralled by Astrid's endorsement of The Fantastic Night Fury, but he wasn't the type to pass up a possible bust, especially not with the BPD's poor reputation as of late. She was right, he would listen.

As soon as Astrid was out of ear-reach, Gobber turned towards Hiccup and gave him a stern, angry look. "You're determined to do this boy? What sort of relationship do you think you can maintain like this?"

"Gobber, not now," Hiccup said, trying his best not to raise his voice.

"When then? When this mission is over? When the dragons are safe? When is a good time if not now?" he asked in a low growl.

"I don't know, I don't know when."

He shook his head with a sigh. "That's exactly the problem, you're not thinking about what'll happen, how this will end, you're only thinking in the present. If you want a future with her, you have to tell her, the sooner the better." Gobber scowled at him angrily, but in truth he was afraid Hiccup would wound up getting hurt in the end.

"Shhh-!" Hiccup hissed, waving his hands. "Don't talk so loud."

"She'll find out sooner or later Hiccup."

"Well she won't today, so stop using that name."

Gobber scowled. "That name? Do you think your helmet makes you a different person?"

"I don't-"

The sound of Astrid's hurried footsteps silenced him, and they both turned to look over at her. Her eyes were wide as she rushed over, hand on her ear, Hiccup could hear the faint sound of Fishlegs voice, but could not make out the words. "They're on the move."

"How long?" Hiccup asked.

"Fishlegs said they got into a van a few minutes ago, so not too long. You should get yourself in place."

He nodded, turning back, climbing onto Toothless, and leaping into the air. They perched gracefully onto one of the rafters of the ceiling. When they kept still they were almost completely invisible, blurring into the deep shadows of roof. "Can you see me?"

"No! You're good!" Astrid called out, hands cupped around her mouth. "If anything happens grab Gobber and we'll meet at the gas station down the block!"

"Got it!" he called back, though the sound of his voice muffled too much inside his helmet for her to hear him properly, his words a barely audible 'mmph' sound.

"What did you say?" Hiccup opted to raise a thumbs up into the air rather than try to speak again. His helmet made it too difficult to be understood from afar, and he wasn't planning on taking it off. "Okay!"

Hiccup watched from above as Astrid spoke a few words to Gobber, before walking towards her place near the back entrance. Gobber shifted behind a tall stack of boxes near the middle of the warehouse, ready to show himself once The Outcasts arrived. The air felt tense in the time they spent waiting for their arrival, it was so quiet, the only sound was the rattling of the metal siding in the wind. Hiccup couldn't say how long it had been, the darkness and the silence made his sense of time fuzzy.

Toothless' ears suddenly pricked up and he looked towards the front of the warehouse. When the sounds of soft footsteps caught his ear, Hiccup knew what Toothless had heard. They were here, it was time. The metal of the large sliding door screeched out as it was pushed open, soft moonlight spilling in as it did. He watched carefully as the men filed inside, one, two, three, four, they continued until near thirty men had entered, the last of which was Alvin. Hiccup was confused, this was more than they had expected, had The Outcasts caught on to their plan? Did Fishlegs not notice how many had left the base? He glanced over to where Astrid stood, she had the earpiece, but she couldn't see the front of the warehouse from where she stood.

"Finn." Alvin's voice rang out. Gobber walked cautiously out from his hiding place, gun held in two hands, pointed towards them. His hat kept low so they couldn't see his face. "There's no need for that, we're here to make terms aren't we?"

"You'll guarantee her safety?" Gobber asked, he used his voice in a low gruff way, a way that made it sound different than usual.

Alvin took a slow step forward, flat palms out. "Nothing will be done to Astrid, you have my word."

"How will you guarantee it?"

"As long as you stay with us, help us, we won't touch her. We have no reason to if we have you," Alvin explained calmly.

"I won't go with you, you wanted the plans, that's all I will offer."

Alvin's face began to darken. "No, we need you." Something was off, Hiccup could feel it in his gut, and he didn't like it.

"That wasn't the deal, I'll authenticate your half of the plans and hand over my half. That's what I'll give you, but only if you leave my niece alone," Gobber said, taking a step backwards.

"That won't do, Finn. We need you."

"You wanted the plans, that's it. You don't need me for anything else once you have them. Give them to me and I'll make sure they're in order right now," Gobber said before using a shaky hand to pull out a thick stack of papers from inside his jacket. "You can leave with them both, but I won't go with you."

"No, look at them in our base, it's more secure there."

"I won't."

Alvin began approaching Gobber, even from a distance anyone could tell that he was agitated. "I'm afraid that won't do, Finn."

Astrid's breath hitched in her throat, something was not right, she didn't think they would want Finn himself, only the plans. They couldn't risk losing Gobber, she had to call the BPD in, even if it meant losing the dragons. She grabbed her phone and began to dial.

"Don't come any closer," he warned.

Hiccup leaned in, he didn't like how this was going, something was very wrong and he needed to get Gobber out of there. "Get closer," he whispered in Toothless' ear, and they crept forward until they were directly above Gobber and Alvin.

This caught Alvin's attention, and he stopped to glance upwards towards the rafters where Hiccup and Toothless were hiding. Though he looked in their direction, his eyes wandered, and Hiccup understood that he couldn't make them out in the darkness. Still, he smiled. "Night Fury!" he yelled upwards. "You're here looking for your kin aren't you? I have them, join me and they're yours!" This confused him. What game was Alvin playing at? What did he want? Suddenly everything that was clear before, became murky and impossible to understand. Hiccup said nothing, Alvin wouldn't be able to make out his words anyway. "Don't you want them back? You saw what I did to the first one didn't you? I know you did." That made Toothless growl and bear his teeth. "We can help each other, you and I."

"No!" That word was easy enough to understand, even through his thick helmet.

"We have a mutual enemy, if you help me defeat this enemy, I will return the dragons to you." Hiccup couldn't think of the mutual enemy that Alvin spoke of, as far as he knew, The Outcasts were his number one concern. Maybe he meant the BPD, but even Alvin wasn't foolish enough to believe he would help them take down the police. It didn't matter how much they hated him, The Night Fury fought crime, not the police. "Night Fury!" he called out again.

"No!" Hiccup said again, if he tried to say anything else, he was sure he wouldn't be understood.

"You don't get it do you? The Outcasts aren't the only ones after the creatures, there are others, more dangerous than us. We're not the ones you should be worried about."

"Others? What others?" Gobber asked, lowering his arms, his disguised voice dropped unconsciously.

Alvin looked back towards him. "Others after your machine, after the creatures. They went after us. Stole from us."

"Someone stole from you? Another gang?"

"No, not another gang. I know all the gangs in Berk, these guys aren't from any of them. They're sneaky, underhanded," Alvin explained before turning his head back up towards the rafters. "Do you hear that Night Fury? If you want to protect those creatures, it's them you have to worry about, not us."

Before Hiccup could even think to say something, Astrid stepped out from her hiding place and yelled out to Alvin. "You're talking about the brothers aren't you?"

"Is that Astrid?" he looked around the warehouse. "What's going on here?"

"Who are they Alvin? What do they want the dragons for?" she asked, walking closer. Alvin began slowly walking backwards, waving a hand towards his men. "Why are you afraid of them? You have the dragons, you could've had the plans! Where are the plans?" The sounds of police sirens grew louder in the background and Alvin looked around frantically, he knew had had been caught. "Where are the plans?" she asked again, louder this time.

"We don't have them," he finally admitted right as the police cars screeched to a halt outside the door, the blue and red lights flickered in through the cracks.

Astrid turned her head up to where The Night Fury was perched. "Go!"