TWs: Mentioned experiments/experimentation, using people as weapons, be careful of the file descriptions, mentioned blood, and someone was shot. Stay Safe :)
"I feel stiff," Matt whined as he looked down at himself in the Red Army uniform.
Edd huffed as he adjusted the overcoat, "Suck it up, Matt; this is for Tord and Tom."
'I miss Tom.' The ginger uttered to himself.
Pat was used to wearing a uniform, though he felt a bit antsy in one now.
"Alright, gang, let's go over roles." You spoke, looking at Yan.
"Okay, so- Edd, you're with Clay-"
Pat cut him off, "We're really bringing the kid into this?"
"Oi!" Clay yelled.
Yan sighed, "Despite being young, Tord has taught him a few techniques even we don't know."
"I've been practicing every day!" The kid grinned.
"Anyway, Edd is with Clay- you two will be heading to the War Room, where the General likes to plan everything and send out commands to soldiers. Tord will probably also head there after grabbing a weapon, which he'll find just about anywhere in this base. Matt, you're with You- you two will be the distraction. If anyone finds anything out, make a noise, divert their attention, anything to get them off our trail."
Yan looked at Pat, their eyes saying the same thing.
"Let's get this over with," Pat muttered. Yan nodded.
"If anyone gets into trouble-" The ravenet got cut off by his partner.
"I have smoke and flash bombs!" You exclaimed as he pulled out a duffel bag and opened it, "They have symbols on them, so you can tell which is which."
Yan sighed, "That works too."
Tord and Tom walked the halls of the underground lab, the Norsk glancing at the bassist every other minute.
Tom was annoyed with the stares, but he could've sworn he'd been here before. It all seemed familiar, yet it was all new to him.
They came across a door at the end of a hallway that turned left. They looked at each other before Tord opened the door. It creaked slowly, indicating it hadn't been open in a while.
The room was covered in dust and cobwebs. There was a sleek grey desk in the corner of the room with a white office chair behind it. A few bookcases held a variety of books about the world and evolution. A whiteboard was in the other corner of the room, still containing some scientific writing. Tord walked up to the desk, seeing a nameplate with the name 'Arthur H' on it.
He looked around the desk some more, seeing a few papers that didn't seem fascinating until he got to a sticky note.
'This is for Wyatt A.A. Turrah'
Tord gasped, nearly choking on dust particles. Tom looked at him weirdly.
"What the fuck has been going on with you, commie?" He asked as Tord finished coughing.
Tord smiled, "Wyatt A.A. Turrah!"
"Who?"
"My favorite scientist and inventor ever!" Tord exclaimed, "He's done just about everything- he's what I aspire to be."
Tom frowned, "Good for you."
Tord coughed again to calm himself down, "Anyway, let's continue finding a way out."
Continuing down the hall was another door, though it was hard to see.
"Is it just me, or is there a door here?" Tom asked as he saw that part of the wall was inside itself. It had an outline of a door, prompting Tom to ask.
"Only one way to find out." Tord shrugged as he placed a palm against the wall.
The wall slid open, revealing a spiral staircase going up. The duo glanced at each other before making their way up.
When they reached the other side, they were in a random hallway in the army base.
"Now this looks familiar," Tord spoke as he skimmed around.
"Where now?" Tom asked.
'Hm, I know I had my arm before coming here... it can't be in the weaponry since it's accessible to everyone, so maybe the archives.' Tord thought, 'Plus, Tom's file should be there.'
"Let's go to the archives; I think my arm is there," Tord said.
"Whatever." Tom droned.
As they turned the next corner, there was a group of soldiers hanging about, making Tord stop in his tracks. Tom ran into his back, not paying attention until he saw what was happening.
A soldier turned their attention to the two, "Hey, it's them!"
The rest of the squad turned their awareness to the duo, who stared at the soldiers wide-eyed.
"We should run," Tord whispered to Tom before they bolted down the hallway.
"Get them!"
Matt walked down the hallway, inspecting anything and everything. You decided they would work best separately- causing little distractions here and there instead of one big one.
He tensed when he passed a few soldiers, relaxing when they were out of earshot. He came across a door propped open with a doorstop, looking at the nameplate.
'The archives?' Matt looked at the door, then looked around, 'Wonder what's in it.'
He slowly opened the door, taking a peek inside. He saw Tord's robot arm on the table in the middle as well as his eyepatch. He stepped further into the room. There were lots of shelving units and filing cabinets. Files from A to Z were stuffed onto the shelves.
He walked around the room, looking at all the files. When he passed by the R section, he smelled something familiar. He had only smelled it a few times before. It was like smelling a forest fire.
'Pau?' Matt investigated it further, smelling the section over. Then saw there was a file haphazardly in its place. He grabbed it and read the title.
'Rage Demon? Sounds scary.' Matt flipped it open, seeing some person profiles. The first page had a picture of a woman with dark skin, void eyes, and wavy brown hair that swept over her eyes a bit, 'She has eyes like Tom...'
He scanned over the file. Nothing looked out of the ordinary until he got to the 'species' part.
'Species is rage demon?' Matt glanced at the bottom of the paper, which had a description, 'Calm on the outside, a hurricane on the inside; this type of rage demon enforces others to do her bidding that even her son ended up possessed. Not a suitable candidate as a weapon.'
Matt read it over a few times, still as confused as ever when turning the page. It had a picture of a boy with dark skin, void eyes, and brown hair. He was grinning as he held a teddy bear.
'That looks like...'
Once he read the name of the profile, he was shocked.
'Tom?'
Matt read over the name a few times, not believing what he read. Why was Tom in a Red Army file?
He forced himself to continue to read.
'Eight years old, height- aw, Tommy was so small, description-' Matt prepared himself to read it, 'Possessed by a demon of his mother's volition, this rage demon is very hostile towards the surrounding environment and anyone he perceives as a threat. Perfect use as a weapon, but will take some time to work with.'
Matt was speechless at what it said about Tom.
"Weapon?" Matt whispered to himself in disbelief. He wanted to throw up as he turned the page, nearly choking as he saw another familiar person, 'Pau?'
He looked younger in the picture. He had both eyes and a scruffier hairstyle. He was smirking at the camera.
'Seventeen years old...' Matt noticed. That was a young age to be in the military. He read the description, 'Using Subject 2's blood- we managed to inject it into this soldier; we figured having a young soldier would be better for the transformation process. So far, he's reacting well toward the sample. Although, this one has a hard time following instructions. Further research is required for this Subject.'
Matt bet there was more information on the next page, but he didn't want to read anymore. Knowing that his friends were a part of some experiments just hurt him.
He let out a shaky breath, closing the file. Did Tom know? There was no indication he knew about the Red Army until they heard about it together.
The door to the archives opened and closed quickly, making Matt look over as he saw Tord panting against the doorway.
"Tord?" Matt muttered.
The Norsk turned, "Matt?"
The ginger put the file down before rushing to hug his friend, "Tord!"
"Woah!" Tord wrapped his arm around him as he chuckled, "Hey, Matt."
"I missed you so much..." Matt whimpered as he pulled away, letting Tord grab his robot arm and eyepatch. He noticed something out of place, "Tord, where's the rest of your sleeve?"
Tord's right arm sleeve was ripped off, leaving his robot arm exposed. The shorter winced as he looked at Matt.
"Also, where's Tom?" The taller asked.
Tord tapped on his robot arm as he answered with reluctance, "He was shot."