Thomas stared at Thorfid in utter shock. "I- But I-What- How did you- What in the hell?!" Thorfid glared at Thomas. "Tell me where the Resistance's base is." The restrained male snapped out of his shocked state. "No!" He barked.

Larsen gritted his teeth and raised his metal hand. He slammed it down on the other and took a fistful of the eyeless brit's hair. "Tell me where the Resistance's base is." Repeated the Red Leader. Thomas, again, refused. "I said 'No' you Communist Bastard!" spat the Brit. Thorfid growled and socked Thomas in the jaw, also slapping the other across the face afterwards. "Tell me." His words came out harshly, just as he wanted them to. Thomas violently shook his head and managed to bite Larsen's good arm. The Red Leader hissed in pain before striking Redwood again and pulling his arm away. "Listen here, Jehovah's Witness, I am in no mood to keep up this little game of yours. Give me the damn answer."

Thomas glared at the other, a horrid black eye and a few painful looking cuts on his cheek. "Dirdum Lane, Where you destroyed my old home." Thorfid nodded and released his grip on Thomas' head. "How high are their defenses?" Redwood looked away and muttered a few offenses under his breath. Thorfid waited for a minute or two before pulling the restrained man closer by the collar of his blue polo. "How high are their defenses, Redwood?" Thomas glared at the Red Leader. "Tell me."

Another minute passed, still no answer.

"FUCKING TELL ME GOD DAMMIT!" Yelled the Small Norwegian, his metallic fist in the air and at the ready. Thomas gasped and flinched, trying to get away. With a low growl, Thorfid sent a powerful jab into Redwood's stomach. Thomas coughed and painfully looked up at the seething male. "Their higher than yours, C-Commie." He laughed through the pain.

Thorfid took a step away from Thomas. He paced in front of the bruised and slightly bloodied male. "That's not likely, Redwood. My base and my land is guarded well, through-out the day and night, the people are protected." Thorfid clenched his fists. "Grade A, state-of-the-art military soldiers are my guards, what about your rebel team?" Larsen growled and looked at Thomas. "They rely on their strongest to guard their valuables, and the 'strongest' may not be the most 'skilled.' They may not know how to operate a gun properly, They may not know to shoot straight. They're weak. Pathetic." He bent down and looked Redwood in the eye. "How do you think they'll defeat me?"

"They'll defeat you with the people!" Thomas spoke clearly, despite the pain he was in. Thorfid laughed and slapped the other. "No, The people are on my side and they are thriving and happy under my reign." He paused. "I guess your lack of eyes make you blind." Thomas scrunched up his nose. He growled. "Fucking tyrant." The restrained male received another painful jab to the stomach. He heard the Red Leader hiss "Well, at least the people are happy, you blind idiot."

After a brief moment of silence, Larsen soon began to ask some more questions. "When do the guards switch out."

"They don't"

"What do you mean 'they don't?'"

"I mean that they don't switch out, Commie!"

"Then what do they do?"

Thomas stopped and looked away. Red Leader growled. Before Thorfid could lay a finger on him, Thomas blurted out. "They just go to bed. No nightguards are present 8:00 pm through 6:30 am." Thoridd relaxed and stepped away from Ridgewell. "Thank you for cooperating." Just as Larsen turned around, Thomas bursted out in tears. "You were never like this Tord! Why?! Why did you change?!"

The smaller male slowly turned to face the crying man. "What do you mean by 'change,' Tom?"