Thorfid paced around his office, muttering to himself, planning on where to place what and what to place where. Larsen paused and stared out of a large window that looked over the metropolis he had created, Some of the children in the city ecstatically waved at him and tried to show him their latest accomplishments.
The Norwegian smiled and returned their wave. He walked away from the massive window and dropped his happy facade. Pressing a few buttons, Larsen spoke into a small microphone. Thorfid's voice came out of the intercom outside. "Veare, Dullekicz, I'll be checking on the captive soon, Make sure that he doesn't do anything that he'll regret."
Slipping into his familiar, red tailcoat and pulling his mechanical exoskeleton cover over his injured arm, Thorfid walked out of his office and into a heavily guarded hallway. "Redwood bedre fortelle meg." grumbled the man as he stopped in front of a large metallic door.
"FUCKING COMMIES! YOU BETTER LET ME GO RIGHT NOW!" Screamed an angry voice on the opposite side.
Two men standing by the door saluted Tord and greeted him with a "Sir."
Larsen dipped his head and placed his good hand on the scanner beside the large door. The door quickly ascends and revealed a large, grey room with a restrained, bruised and growling eyeless brit.
"I won't tell you, Red Leader-" The man abruptly shutted up, his eyes wide. "T-Tord? Y-You- I." Stammered the man.
The Norwegian in red walked up to the restrained male. "Thomas." Tord dipped his head with little respect. "I'd like to ask of you where is the Resistance's base."