Reborn into the Viking series

Chapter 13

SECRET BUNKER

Hildr stealthily enters her secret underground bunker, the dimly lit room filled with an air of secrecy and anticipation. The sound of her footsteps echoes against the walls as she walks towards a sturdy table at the center of the room.

With a determined expression on her face, she begins to summon new items, her hands moving with precision and purpose.

In an instant, two guns materialize on the table, both gleaming with a sleek and futuristic design. The first is an Advanced Glock, its matte black finish showcasing its lethal capabilities. The second is an Advanced Barrett REC7, a powerful rifle capable of long-range precision. Hildr's eyes light up with excitement as she gazes upon her newly summoned weapons.

A smile slowly spreads across her face as she reaches out to pick up the guns, feeling their weight and power in her hands. The cool touch of the metal sends a surge of adrenaline through her veins. With a sense of ownership and control, she whispers, "Come to mamma."

Knowing the risks of summoning such weapons in a vulnerable location, Hildr wisely chose to accompany Ragnar, using their journey as a cover to reach this hidden bunker instead of summoning them at her own place. She couldn't afford the risk of Bjorn and Gyda stumbling upon her secret.

Fortunately, these guns possess a remarkable feature, they can seamlessly transform into bracelets, ensuring that they won't raise any suspicion or draw unwanted attention.

Hildr fully understands the potential of these advanced firearms as the ultimate tools to eliminate any future disturbances. She is determined to use them only in the most dire and urgent situations.

Hildr: It's perfect.

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Hildr soon catches up with Ragnar and Athelstan, her footsteps quick and purposeful. Ragnar, standing with his arms crossed, looks at her with annoyance evident on his face.

Ragnar: It's about time you decided to appear.

Hildr chuckles and raises her hands in defense, her eyes dancing with mischief as she points to her bag.

Hildr: Apologies for the delay, but I had to gather some new supplies.
So, what did the Earl say?

Ragnar smirks, a glimmer of triumph in his eyes.

Ragnar: He accepted my request, as expected.

A wide smile spreads across Hildr's face, her confidence radiating through her.

Hildr: I knew it.
So, I assume we'll be leaving as soon as possible?

Ragnar nods, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

Hildr: Excellent. Let's go home, then.

Ragnar takes a few determined steps forward but suddenly comes to a halt as he feels the rope around Athelstan's throat stiffen. Both Ragnar and Hildr turn their attention towards Athelstan, who remains motionless.

The surrounding onlookers begin to stare, their curiosity piqued by the unusual scene unfolding before them.

Ragnar, his concern mingled with frustration, tugs at the rope.
However, despite his efforts, Athelstan remains unmoving.

With a mixture of fear and uncertainty, Athelstan slowly sinks to his knees, his eyes darting nervously between Ragnar and Hildr.

The tension in the air is palpable as Ragnar pulls out his dagger.

Ragnar's approach was intimidating as he firmly grasped Athelstan's chin, his eyes locked in a tense exchange of fear and uncertainty.

Athelstan lets out a surprised gasp as Ragnar swiftly sliced through the rope that bound Athelstan, setting him free.