TWs: Mention of shooting, experiments/experimentations, death mention, using people as weapons, actual weapons (aren't used yet), and divorce mention. Stay safe :)
Matt ran down the hallway, clutching the file he read under his arm, ignoring the soldiers he passed along the way.
'Fifth door on the left, fifth door on the left, fifth door on the- here!' He skidded to a stop, opening a door before shutting it behind him quickly.
"Tom!" He gasped as he saw the bassist sitting against the wall. One of his legs had been bandaged with Tord's hoodie sleeve.
"Matt?" Tom rasped as he relaxed.
Dropping the file next to them, Matt kneeled and pulled Tom in for a hug, embracing him tightly.
"You're okay..." Matt sighed in relief.
"Of course, I'm okay- I was only shot in the leg." Tom grew red as he tensed up when the ginger hugged him, yet he leaned into the hug anyway.
Matt leaned away, cupping Tom's face, "Are you hurt anywhere else?"
Tom grew hot as his heartbeat raced, "Uh- no, I don't think so."
"Are you sure? You're awfully warm." Matt spoke as he felt his face, "And I can hear your heartbeat."
Tom grabbed the taller's wrists and pulled them away from his face, "I'm fine, Matt, stop."
'Did I make him uncomfortable?' Matt questioned himself as he glanced at the file beside them.
Once Tom calmed down, he noticed the file, gesturing to it, "What's that?"
"I was wondering if you knew." Matt handed the file to him.
As Tom read the cover of it, his eyes widened, 'Rage Demon? So they do know about it...'
He flipped it open, seeing someone familiar. Those void eyes, that brown hair that was usually in a loose bun-
"Mom?" He whispered, touching the picture attached to the page.
"So that is your mom?" Matt looked at him.
"Yeah, she died when I was younger. I don't remember her, only that she had eyes like mine." Tom smiled, "As well as a song she always used to sing to me."
He continued to read the file, expression changing when he read the description.
"What? That- That's not true. It wasn't her fault- this is bullshit." He fumed as he read the page.
"Then, what is the truth?" Matt asked.
Tom hesitated, "My family... well, mostly my mom's side of the family has always been attuned to otherworldly creatures, otherwise known as 'demons.'"
Matt looked confused, making the bassist sigh.
"We're basically cursed." Tom deadpanned.
"Ooohhhh." The ginger nodded.
Tom turned to the next page, blinking a few times as he stared at the picture. He was silent for a while, going over the page, clenching his hands when reading the description. Matt watched as he furrowed his eyebrows in anger, and his eye twitched. He could've sworn his fingers were turning a dark purple.
"Tom?" Matt mumbled quietly, gazing at his friend with worry.
"I'm-" He took a deep breath to calm himself, "I'm fine. I just can't believe it..."
He was about to close the file until Matt stopped him, "You might want to read the next page."
Tom quirked an eyebrow, then flipped to the third page. His eyes widened when he saw Pau's picture, skipping to read the description.
"What...? This is so messed up." Tom closed the file with a huff, "They tried to use me as a weapon, and now they're using Pau?"
"Seems like it." Matt shrugged, "Now, what do we do?"
"We wait." He sighed, "Tord has an idea- a stupid one, but it's an idea."
Clay and Edd stood in front of the doors leading into the War Room.
"I'll be on the lookout; you go inside," Clay spoke as he turned to face the rest of the hallway. Edd nodded before going into the room.
Looking around, he saw a family portrait hanging on the wall; Two adults and one child. The child was sitting on a chair while his parents were on either side of him.
The child looked so carefree and happy, Edd noticed by his smile in the portrait.
There was a table in the middle of the room that had a world map lying across it. A desk was at the head of the room, across from the table.
He saw a few chess pieces on the map, covering Denmark, Finland, Sweden, and Iceland.
'I don't think that's how you play chess.' Edd thought as he peered at it. He walked around to the desk, looking about the area.
Some documents, letters, and envelopes covered part of the area; most letters were addressed to an 'Arthur H' and a 'William.'
He decided to look through the filing cabinets, starting with the bottom one. He slid it open, grabbing the file on top. Opening it revealed funding for weapons, fuel, and security cameras. Edd continued to flip through each file, trying to find out more. Once he reached the last one, he stopped.
This folder contained eight sheets of paper; two looked like contracts. The contracts were binding agreements. Once signed, they cannot be broken.
Looking at the signatures, his eyes widened. One was for Tord, and the other was for Pau.
'He signed a contract?' Edd asked himself, looking at Tord's signature. Glancing again, it looked more child-like and scribble-y than Tord's handwriting now, which means he must've signed this contract when he was younger.
Although, that didn't answer why Pau signed a contract.
Resuming, Edd analyzed the rest of the pages, recognizing them as divorce papers. He blinked as he read who signed it.
'Snefrid...?' Edd read over the last name, it not being the same as the General or Tord's last name, 'His mother filed for a divorce? I'm guessing the General didn't handle it well...'
"Oh, hey, General Larseing! You look troubled." Clay's voice sounded from outside, prompting Edd to stuff the folder into his jacket and close the filing cabinet.
"I would be better if you weren't in my way, liten dritt." The General growled. Edd got underneath the desk, pulling the office chair in front of him.
The door swung open, hitting the wall with a thump as Lynnedslag entered.
Tord loaded his gun when he exited the weaponry. He had trouble getting in, but thankfully, Matt gave him flash and smoke bombs to use just in case.
He snuck his way to his father's 'study,' known as the War Room. He saw Clay near the door to the room, making him smile.
"Clay," Tord called in his usual tone of voice to not draw attention.
The kid perked up, glimpsing over to see his idol, "Tord...!"
Clay ran up to hug him, nearly tackling him to the floor.
Tord chuckled as he patted his head, "Hey, lillebror."
After a few moments, Clay let go, looking at Tord with wide eyes, "Edd is in there."
"In the War Room?" The Norsk questioned.
Clay nodded, "He's probably hiding; I haven't heard anything yet."
Tord nodded curtly before going up to the door. He looked at Clay, "You might want to gather the others somewhere away from the base."
The kid nodded, running down the hallway in search of the others.
Tord took a deep breath before opening the door.
Pau steadily walked down the hallway, passing a few soldiers as he went by. No one usually came by the Southeast end of the base because the Lieutenant General never liked visitors. Soldiers were afraid of him and what he was capable of.
Except for Pau.
This was his only shot to get what once belonged to his hero. He wouldn't miss an opportunity like this one again.
Stepping in front of the Lieutenant General's doors, he opened them without knocking, knowing the Lieutenant was out.
Once inside, he scanned the familiar room. A desk was at the head of the room, and a black office chair was behind it, facing the windows that looked out towards the trees and hills. A glass case display to the left contained medals, helmets, guns, and picture frames. On the right wall, there were framed articles about the Red Army and a portrait in the middle of it all containing the Lieutenant General himself.
Pau walked around to the desk, scavenging through the contents. He opened every drawer and filing cabinet that he could, yet found nothing except useless junk about the Red vs. Black Army dispute.
'It has to be here somewhere...' Pau bit his lip, rifling through the filing cabinets.
"Looking for something?" A Russian voice called, making Pau freeze in place as he slowly glanced up.
'Shit.'
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Norwegian =
Liten dritt - Little shit
Lillebror - Little brother
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