[The sudden light shining on his face is more than enough to get his attention, causing him to raise a hand from his gun to shield his face, and forces himself to swallow down any kind of thrill that he gets upon seeing the thief. He's been tracking his movements for months, ever since hearing about him on the internet. The thief has gained quite a few followers online it seems, enough that a copy cat tried to do the exact same thing a month ago or so only to fail epically.
This was the real thing, though, of that Hiccup was certain. Bog PD had called their department up when the activity over there had lessened - a warning, Bertha had said to his dad, the chief of police in Berk; from friends. If the thief had moved on, then Berk would be next on his hit list.]
It's not exactly polite to call someone out at 2am when they're trying to sleep, y'know.
[Hiccup's voice is dry, not at all appreciative of whatever humor the thief was trying to pull. He tightened his hand around his gun, though his other remained shielding his face from the light the diamond was reflecting onto him.]
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This was the real thing, though, of that Hiccup was certain. Bog PD had called their department up when the activity over there had lessened - a warning, Bertha had said to his dad, the chief of police in Berk; from friends. If the thief had moved on, then Berk would be next on his hit list.]
It's not exactly polite to call someone out at 2am when they're trying to sleep, y'know.
[Hiccup's voice is dry, not at all appreciative of whatever humor the thief was trying to pull. He tightened his hand around his gun, though his other remained shielding his face from the light the diamond was reflecting onto him.]
I take it you're Jack Frost, huh?