how did you know?"
He smiled slyly. "I have my ways." He threw a glance at Inigo. "Nice to meet you. Been a while since I worked with dragonkin."
"Your neck of the woods is a little colder than we like."
Haakon grunted in agreement. "Too cold for my liking sometimes."
"Kabita told you what's going on?" I asked.
"She did."
"How did she convince you?"
He gave me a look. "I was bored."
Fantastic. A bored Viking Sunwalker. Just what I needed. "Maybe you should help Jack and the SRA," I suggested. "They could use some muscle."
Haakon snorted. "Not a chance. I'm a Hunter." He eyed me. "Like you. I've never been a solider."
"I don't know. Viking warrior sounds pretty badass."
He lifted a blond brow. "What makes you think I went aviking ?"
"Didn't you?"
He didn't answer. Great. Another Tall, Blond, and Silent. Just what I needed. "Fine. Let's talk Alister. It's not going to be easy finding him."
"Dude's a slippery eel," Haakon agreed.
Inigo seemed to find that amusing. I shook my head. "Right. So, we need a plan."
Haakon studied me. "I assume you have one in mind."
"Of course. We start with where he escaped."
"Doesn't your brother already know how he escaped?"
"Sure. But I like to look at things with my own eyes."
He grunted. "Waste of time. You've got a trained agent at your disposal. You don't need to go sticking your nose in where a job's already been done."
I bristled at that, but Inigo laid a warm hand on my thigh. "He's right. Talk to Trevor. Get the details. We'll go from there."
"In the meantime, I'm starving. I could use a burger." Haakon leaned back in his seat appearing calm and collected, but his eyes danced like a little boy's at the circus.
"You want burgers. You got burgers." Inigo grinned widely, and suddenly I was hit by the likeness to his old self.
"Yeah," I whispered, my heart aching. "I could go for a burger."
Chapter 5
While Haakon and Inigo went into Burgerville to get our food, I stayed in the car and FaceTimed my brother. Trevor answered. Even though it was almost full dark, I could tell he was looking haggard, dark smudges beneath his eyes and his face sweaty and streaked with soot.
"How's it going?" I asked.
He gave me a look. "Seriously?"
"That bad, huh?"
"Not good. But we're holding."
"The dome?"
"Your ice fortress? Still up."
"Good." If they could hold long enough, maybe this thing would burn itself out. Then again, that was probably wishful thinking. The Queen of the Sidhe had been planning this for a long time. I just wasn't sure yet what her endgame was. "Listen, I need details on Alister's escape. What do you know?"
He ducked as an explosion rocked the ground nearby. I heard somebody shouting in the background. It sounded like Jack. "Not much," he admitted. "The guys at Area 51 contacted me early this morning. The guard went to deliver his breakfast as usual, and the cage was empty. Alister was gone. No sign of how he did it. The door hadn't been opened, no one appeared on camera, no burn marks like with Darroch. Just gone."
"When was the last time anyone saw him?"
"In person? When the guard delivered dinner last night about six o'clock."
"And nobody noticed he was gone until this morning?"
Another explosion sent bits of dirt flying through the air. Trevor grimaced and brushed dirt out of his hair.
"I thought you said the dome was still up," I snapped.
"It is, but the magic fireball whatsits are still getting through from time to time."
"Damn."
"Yeah. Anyway. The guards don't enter the area where Alister was kept except during meal times. The rest of the time, the prisoners are on camera constantly. There are guards watching nonstop on screens in another location. Alister was on-screen the entire time."
"How exactly?"
"What do you mean?"
"What did he do while he was on-screen?"
He stared at me for a moment. "What are you thinking?"
"Just tell me."
He huffed, glancing toward what I guess was the action. "Okay, quickly. Alister ate his dinner and put his