Hiccup's P.O.V.

I smirked as I went inside. She had no idea. I guess she's not the only agent who has a talent for this stuff. I closed the door to the balcony and took out my phone before calling my boss.

(H=Hiccup, B=boss)

B: Haddock. How's it comin?

H: She's coming over for room service. Not the loudest gun in the armory if you ask me.

B: Be careful, Haddock. She might seem clueless but she's sniffed out more agents than she knows what to do with.

H: I doubt she'll sniff me out. I'm gonna put some cologne on.

B: Don't play dumb, Haddock. Sometimes I wonder how you finished your training.

H: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll have her on the helicopter later in the week, at the most, tonight at the least, okay?

B: Hiccup, I don't want you making promises you can't keep.

H: Okay, good thing that's not what I'm doing.

B: Just remember we want her in one piece. No unexpected visitors.

H: Oh, come on. That's disgusting. But so me.

We hang up simultaneously and I go to the phone before ordering some food that is fancy as heck, try and impress her. More off guard she is, the better.

Astrid's P.O.V.

A: Yeah, I'm pretty sure they have one here.

B: What tipped you off?

A: Probably the badge he was trying to hide on the inside of his jacket. If he didn't want me seeing that, he shouldn't have leaned over to shake my hand. Not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer if you know what I mean.

B: Very good eyes.

A: Thank you, sir.

B: Want us to send a helicopter for you?

A: Nah, he's pretty scrawny. *Loads gun with magazine* I can handle him.

B: Don't let this stress you out too much. You're supposed to be relaxing.

A: I honestly don't know why you made me go on vacation in the first place. I wasn't that stressed.

B: You are the only agent here who hasn't had a vacation since you were hired. Besides, you don't want to save all the calmness for your retirement, do you?

A: Speaking of, it's only a few years away, why can't I just wait?

B: Because you're not retired yet and you still have to follow my orders.

A: Ugh, whatever.

I hang up before putting my hair in a bun and looking at the time. I had ten minutes to spare. I was wearing jeans, a stylish blue tank top, denim jacket and 2-inch heels. My jeans reached down to my ankles and made me look the tiniest bit like I was gonna spend a day in the office instead of the field. Well, if I didn't have to wear the jacket it would. If Hiccup saw my scars, he'd be either suspicious, or he'd know I'm his target if he does work for the CIA. Lotta if's, I know. I grab a gun and make sure it's loaded before putting on the safety and putting it in my waistband, covering the handle with my shirt. I then put more guns in the holsters I was hiding under my jacket, putting one more in the one I had on my leg. Looked hidden enough. I grab my phone and room key before going next door and knocking. Hiccup answers the door with a smile and open arms.

"Astrid, buona notte," he...I hope, greets in a french accent. "Come in, make yourself comfortable," he says, stepping to the side. I walk in before cautiously sitting at the table that was in the corner, where the glass door of the balcony met the wall. Not much to say about his room. Fancy, suit-like, similar to mine. (Hint: What ever you pictured for Astrid's room, imagine the same thing.) "As earlier, you still look astrid," Hiccup says as he sits across from me.

"Thank you," I say, looking around for anyplace he could hide a weapon. Finding none that were near us, I ran my hand over the bottom of the table, almost jumping when I felt flesh meet my fingers.

"Looking for something, Astrid?" he asks as I try to retract my hand, stiffening when he grabs it in his firm one.

"Uh, no, I just have a habit of feeling the underside of tables," I lie, praying that he'll buy it. His eyes narrow hungrily.

"I didn't think we would need a lot of food tonight so I didn't order a whole bunch. Why don't we just skip it and-" he cuts off as I rip my hand free, shoot out of my seat, and yank my gun out of my waistband, turning the safety off as I aimed at his head. He stays calm, simply looking from the barrel to me and back again. "It's not loaded," he guesses. I raise my aim and shoot the bed before cocking it again and resuming my aim at his head.

"You wanna tell me why you were sent to follow me?" I asked before he pulled his own gun out and aimed at me calmly.

"You'll be caught up once we get to HQ," he says with a smirk, "Because, unlike you, I'm not afraid to shoot at another human."

"I guess you guys really do train stone cold killers huh?" I say, not lowering my weapon. He bounces an eye brow with a small nod, his eyes challenging me to shoot. Before I can, he pulls his trigger and a sting hits my shoulder, making me stumble backwards in surprise when I realize it's not a bullet. I lean on the dresser as he stands up and slowly walks toward me. The dart was making me dizzy and my vision was starting to blur. Hiccup reaches my side and bends down to my ear, due to my hunched over position.

"Maybe Chief Gobber should have taught you that no one can be trusted," he whispers softly into my ear before catching me as I collapse, my legs falling asleep. I wanted to kill him for what he just said. Gobber's one of the best mentors there is. I heard him chuckling as he layed me on the bed and called someone before everything went out and I lost my senses.

Hiccup's P.O.V.

"Okay, great. See you soon," I hung up my phone before looking at Astrid on the bed. I took the dart out of her shoulder and threw it away before examining her. Then, I heard a knock at the door and opened it before letting my partner, Stormfly, in and letting her go to the bed to look Astrid over. She checked her pulse and condition before standing up.

"Alright, lets get the stretcher up here," she says before going back into the hall and coming back with a stretcher. I lift Astrid onto it and we strap her down before putting a fake oxygen mask over her mouth and nose. It was really feeding her knock out gas. Stormfly gave it a few pups before letting it sit, making sure not to give her too much. "You never cease to amaze me, Haddock," Stormfly says as we wheel our hostage down the hall to the elevators.

"Hey, she was way easier to catch than you guys let on," I say as the elevator starts to take us down. I flash my badge at the receptionist as we pass her. "CIA, official business," I say, not breaking stride. We get outside and into a helicopter before Stormfly starts flying back to the US. Astrid's eyes opened a few times during the flight but one or two pumps of gas and she was out again. When we're crossing the ocean, Stormfly goes crazy with the built in guns the copter had. "And....that's why they call you Stormfly on the force," I say and she just rolls her eyes.