Thorfid slowly made his way back to the base, the smell of smoke and gunpowder clinging onto his skin. He made frequent stops around the main cities, checking for any damaged housing or any wounded souls out on the street which, although at the bare minimum, must be tended to. He slowed down, many people asking if the resistance will try anything, pleading for anything that might put their minds at ease. Thorfid answered vaguely, quickly checking in on the medics there and on how construction was doing.

As he sped away, he softly thought to himself, 'If only I forgot everything- If that robot actually took all my memories along with it, Maybe this wouldn't have happened. Maybe, I'd be actually happy for once?" Thinking on it, He'd probably would, without all the stresses of war and fear of failing a whole country, He'd most definitely will live a pleasant life. He slowly came back to reality as soon as the large base was in sight. It probably looked menacing to the civilians, but he's grown numb to that fact. The Red Leader pulled into the lot, his eyes blank and expressionless.

"Hello Sir!"
"Any major damage to Central or to the West Sir?"
"Were any soldiers harmed?"

Thorfid gave them a smile, hoping it might suffice as an answer. The Red Army's soldiers gave their leader a nod, all returning said smile, all with their own interpretation of the smile as their wanted answer.
He quickly made his way to the heart of the base, looking at the fairly large map on the closest wall to him. Scanning at all the places he can easily recall the Resistance soldiers targeted, he tried to pinpoint the reason why, Why they'd target specifically there, Why go for the places with the most of his soldiers?

Why make a show out of it?

Thorfid pulled out a small leather notebook from one of his denim jackets' hidden pockets and as well as a pen and began to theorize.

"Theory #1: Rally the civilians

-They might have done such stunts to try and show the brutality of my men, forcing upon the people a false image of me and my soldiers

Theory #2: Scare off the civilians

-Seeing how they know that I have the 'There is no country without the people' point of view, they might have attempted to spark fear into the hearts of the people, so they'll flee and leave me with nothing to 'control'

Theory #3: Pick off the soldiers_"

"Sir, what are you doing here?" Thomas' voice pulled his train of thought to a halt. Muttering some soft curses in his mother tongue, Thorfid turned to face his new recruit.

"Are you aware that your former men have attacked Central and the Western side of the county?"

"Y-Yes, Sir."

"Then, Can you speculate that I am doing something about those attacks?"

"Y-Yes, Yes I can Sir."

Thorfid sighed softly and stared at the notes he currently has. Speaking in a low voice, he asked the man with no eyes "Do you have any idea on why they did so?"
He watched as Thomas was thrown slightly off guard by his inquiry. The taller male stammered for a moment, leaving the Red Leader no answer. Thorfid growled and pushed the question through his teeth.
"Do you have any idea, Soldier?"

Thomas backed away slightly, bumping his back into the podium behind him. "I told th- them to attack certain areas of the places under your reign before I was brought here, Sir. That was all I did, Sir!"

The Red Leader hissed and stared into the man's non-existent eyes with fierce eyes. "Tell me where the next attack will be, Soldier."

"Possibly the North and SouthEast, Sir."

Giving Thomas a curt nod of acknowledgement, he made his way to the closest intercom control and made his command.

"All available soldiers to the North and SouthEast stations. Be ready for any attacks. Again, All available soldiers to the North and SouthEast stations."

With Redwood tailing behind him, he slipped the notebook and pen back into their original pockets, hurried over to the North side of the base and quickly swapped his exoskeletal arm with one that is more winter ready.

"Also, Redwood?"

Thomas faced Thorfid, his face slightly lit up due to the fact that he was addressed by his last name rather than his Codename.

"You're coming with me. Understood?"

The eyeless brit smiled and gave him a salute. "Yes, Sir!"

Leaving the base, The two of them quickly made their way to the North Post, the Norwegian with a burning fire in his eyes.

God damn him would he let the Resistance do more damage to his country. God damn him to Hell if he did.