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61- intelligents

another modern au. why am i not surprised? anywho, in this, south has been sold around as a sex slave. the intellegence department at the chicago P.D have been trying to intercept it for a while. they finally find her, and intercept it. all of the gang work in the intelligence department.

hiccup is 22

hiccup's p.o.v

"okay. we've got a location on the girl. we need to move in before they move her again." the seargent walks in, waving a peice of paper

"great. what aren the positions?" my collegue, detective hofferson asks. seargent eretson looks at us

"hofferson, if there are any guys, you take them down. bazerk, you help" astrid and heather nod.

"thorston, other thorston, you clear the building." they nod. (in this they're actually serious about stuff)

"jorgenson, ingermann, you cover haddock" they nod, and finally, the seargent looks at me

"haddock, you extract the girl. get her out and to the safe house unharmed." i nod, standing up with everyone else. we grab our rifles and our vests, before piling into the cars. fishlegs and snotlout ride with me, everyone else with their assigned partners. we arrive at the location, a small, abandoned looking house. i'm the best marksman, so i go in first. i hold my rifle down against my stomach. i pound on the door

"chicago p.d!" the twins use the battering ram and smash the door in. instantly, we are faced with a group of three guys.

"put your hands up!" i yell, pointing my rifle. two of them do, but one attempts to flee out the back door. heather and astrid quickly catch up and take him down. all 3 are arrested. we go throughout the house, looking into room to clear them.

"stairs!" i hear ruffnut call. they go up, while me, snot and fish stay downstairs. i go out into the yard, my rifle still pointed out. i hear crying. i swiftly pull out a photo of the girl from my pocket. she's young, about my age, with grey eyes and brown hair. i find the girl, hunched behind a few pallets and barrells, shivering. she's wearing no shirt or bra, her breasts behing hidden from view by only her arms, and a black lacy thong.

"hey, hey, hey. it's okay." i kneel down next to her, taking off my green jacket. she looks up at me, still sobbing.

"i'm with the police, you're safe. my name is detective haddock. what's your name?" obviously, i know her name but i need to make sure she's not in shock.

"s-south. south grimborn" her voice is weak and shivery. i darpe my coat over her shoulders.

"i'm gonna take you somewhere safe. those 3 men in there, my guys have them. you're safe now" i hold her shoulders, looking into her eyes. her big grey eyes are full of tears, and she lunges at me. i gently wrap my arms around her back and hold her close to me. she sobs into my shoulder, gripping my blue uniform shirt. i see snotlout and fishlegs watching us. i nod at them

"how about, i take you to one of our safe houses. there, you get to decide what happens. there will be officers watching the house 24/7, and i will be there with you when i'm off shift." she looks up at me and nods. i stand up and offer her my hand. she takes it and goes to stand, but quickly collapses with a grunt

"are you okay?" i ask, kneeling again.

"i... i think so. i feel a little weak. they haven't fed me in days." she says. i nod, wrapping my arms around her shoulders and lower back, pulling her into my chest. i stand up, holding her.

"let's go" i say to the others. they nod. i see that astrid and heather have transported the other two for questioning. i meet seargent eretson outside.