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Sixty Five: Not be tired by waiting

Sixty Five: Not be Tired by Waiting

Throk walked forward, his cool gaze sweeping over the room and lingering on Mala for a second longer, cluing Hiccup that the pair knew each other. The Principal gave the slightest of nods, her green eyes warm with recognition. And then the agent turned to stare at Viggo Grimborn and raised his badge.

"Agent Throk, Archipelago Bureau of Investigation. Viggo Grimborn-I am arresting you for conspiracy to commit the murder of Valka and Stoick Haddock and of the Senior Priest of Odin. Ulf Oddvarson. Stand up and put your hands behind your back."

"I suspect you are making a mistake," Viggo said sternly. "My Legal Services Director here will ensure that I am walking free..." Minden came up behind him.

"Except he's under arrest for attempted murder," she announced. "He was positively identified as the driver of a truck that tried to run Hiccup Haddock off the road on New Year's Eve. The truck you alleged was taken without your permission-yet which clearly was taken with your permission and probably on your orders!"

"And Ryker Grimborn-you are under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder and attempted murder," Atali added, moving towards the older brother. The Planning Committee all looked up in interest and Hiccup thought he saw Mulch handing round a bag of potato chips.

"You're making a mistake!" Ryker growled-and then ran for it, shoving Spitelout into the agents and vaulting over the defendant's table. The Mayor staggered and collapsed over Minden and Throk as Krogan leapt over the table and sprinted for the Jury Room door. Sven Shepherd dived at him but the man gave a vicious karate kick and the hefty bald man flew across the committee table and landed on Bucket.

In the melee, Viggo was up and moving as well-but Hiccup saw him and, fired with determination that the man wouldn't get away with killing his parents, the boy threw himself forward, his crutch swinging round like a bat. Viggo was almost away-but the impact of the crutch on the back of his knee had him skidding across the floor and impacting against the Judge's Bench. Throk threw himself forward and pinned Viggo, snapping the cuffs tight around his wrists and hauling him up, the left side of his face bleeding. Atali, Minden and Gustav drew their weapons and ran after the fugitives, crashing into the Jury Room as Hiccup pulled himself up onto his good foot, leaning on the table and staring at the man who he had challenged for so long.

"You have the right to remain silent," Throk growled as Viggo lay still, his dark eyes glittering with rage. "However you may waive this right if you wish to discuss something you will later rely on in Court. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed for you by the court. Do you have anything to say?"

"No comment," Viggo spat through his teeth, his eyes fixed on the auburn-haired teen who had-literally-brought him down. Throk grabbed his leather jacket and hauled him up.

"That's a relief," he said shortly. "Because it will save time when we get back to the office." Then he turned and shoved the man towards the door-as Minden and Gustav exploded through the door.

"They've got away-but one of them was armed. He threw a dagger at Atali and hit her in the shoulder. She's okay and calling the ambulance herself!" Gustav reported.

"I've put out the vehicle and registration to the Police," Minden added.

"Call the Police Chief. Blockade the Bridges and ferry ports and ID checks on all passengers trying to leave the island. Call in reinforcements for Berserk and Meathead and inform Central Office!" Throk commanded them and then cast an apologetic look at Judge Phlegma. "Sorry, Your Honour-but it was our best chance of getting them." The woman nodded, toying with her gavel.