TWs: Still strapped down and being hypnotized, and breaking in/trespassing (it gets worse from here). Stay safe :)
"It stopped," Pat spoke, glancing up at the screen as the red dot paused. Tord peered over his shoulder, writing down the coordinates of where it was. He was about to leave when Pat called after him, "You're not going out without backup!"
Tord huffed, gazing at his dad over his shoulder, "Don't worry, I'm bringing Pappa and Tom."
Before Pat could say anything else, the Norsk was out of there, his head held high, determined as he walked down the halls. Taking out his communicator, he typed a simple message.
Red: Meet me by the bunker exit
I might know where their hideout is
He sent it to both, continuing forward when he felt a breeze behind him.
"I'm coming with you."
Tord sighed, "Didn't I tell you to rest, Matt?"
"I did," The ginger spoke, crossing his arms, "On the ceiling."
"I meant in a bed, batshit!"
Matt gasped, offended, "How dare you use that word...!"
"Oh, I dare." Tord squinted his eyes. Matt did the same.
They stood there having a staring contest for a while, the sound of Tord's notification going off spooking them both.
"Ha-hah! I won!" Matt cheered as Tord looked away first.
"Ah, right, they're waiting." Tord shoved his phone in his pocket, turning away from Matt as he walked away.
"Hey, I'm coming with you!" Matt caught up to him, "You're gonna need the element of surprise."
"And you're...?"
"Of course I am!"
Tord could only roll his eyes in exasperation of his friend.
"Where did you say it was?" Pau spoke, looking around at their surroundings.
"It should be a few feet in front of us," Tord replied, raising an eyebrow at his digital map.
"There's literally nothing here." Tom frowned, gesturing in front of them to where the turnabout lay in front of them.
"We don't know that," Tord grumbled, peering around, "It could be... underground!"
Matt shivered, "You mean, like, in the sewer...? Cause I would hope not."
"I wouldn't hold your breath," Pau muttered, squinting at a few bushes decorating the turnabout. Out of nowhere, a few drones scuffled out from the bushes and into the sky. The group took their places behind a few signs, hiding away. The robots twirled in the sky, analyzing the scenery before flying away.
"Uh- I don't know about you guys, but I don't think bushes do that." Matt pointed out.
"No shit," Tom uttered.
"There should be a sewer drain that'll lead us to them," Tord spoke.
"You mean like that one?" Matt gestured to the circular metal entrance in the ground on the other side of the street.
"Exactly." The Norsk smirked, glancing around before heading over. He made sure the others did the same as they followed along.
Stopping on the manhole cover, Tord made note of what was around them, buildings and all.
What stood out was the diner across the street, the same one he and the others used to hang out at. He frowned, recounting a specific memory, until he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Tord, you okay?" Pau inquired.
The leader hesitated, glancing at the diner before looking at his father, "Ah, yeah- everything's good. Let's go."
Pau nodded reluctantly as he bent down to lift the sewer cover. He sets it aside, allowing everyone to climb down.
"Ugh, I hate this..." Matt grimaces as he was the second to last down the drain. Pau ensured the manhole was secure before meeting them on the smooth surface.
"Uh-" Tord's eyes widened as he realized they stepped into the belly of the beast.
"Huh, I didn't think the sewers would look like this," Matt muttered.
"They don't." Tom scowled, glaring at Tord, "Looks like we took the wrong ladder."
"Hey, don't blame me!" Tord stepped away from him, "Besides, it looks like no one's here, so... we can investigate."
"You're forgetting something." Tom frowned.
"And what's that, Jehovah?"
"The cameras, commie."
"Cameras...?" Tord peered over at the black lens in the corner, a red light shining above it, "Ah."
Thinking quickly, the Norsk pulled out a small black transmitter. He pulled the antennae out, pressing a red button. He saw the red dot shut off and the camera face downwards.
"There! No more cameras, no more worry!" Tord smirked, keeping the transmitter in his hand just in case.
'Idiot.' Tom huffed.
Dr. John had just finished his lunch break as he returned to the camera monitors, throwing his trash away nearby. Once he glimpsed at an entrance camera, his eyes widened as he saw what he thought was the leader of the Red Army and his entourage. Before he could look a second time, the video cut to static.
"Wh-Wha-" John stuttered, "I have to call Hellucard!"
As he grabbed his mobile, he stopped. He stared at the screen, the numbers dancing in his vision.
Or... instead of sitting around doing nothing, he could do something about them. Perfect.
He knew the others weren't in the building; Hellucard focused on getting the materials from the ports they were shipped to. Laurel, Diwi, Joe, and Chester went along.
That only left one person.
The doctor hummed uneasily. He didn't know if enough time had passed for it to take effect. He also hadn't monitored like he was supposed to. He shrugged it off. He was sure it would be fine.
Getting up from his seat, he started walking to the farthest part of the lab, which took almost ten minutes to get to. He regretted building a lab in a sewer; it was like a labyrinth full of mazes.
Walking down a small flight of stairs, he sighed in relief as he came to the end, opening the door with his hand imprint. Looking through the window, he saw that Edd was still strapped down with the headset that he called DRM-V2 since V1 was a failure.
Hopefully, this time, it worked...
"Man, this sewer is like a maze," Matt complained for the fifth time in ten minutes.
"We know, Matt, this place sucks, we don't need to hear it repeatedly," Tord grumbled.
"Even if your voice is soothing," Tom uttered, only being heard by Matt and Pau, who only rolled his eyes. Matt beamed, seeming to have a pep in his step after hearing that.
Everyone stopped after walking into a room. Monitors were on the wall behind a sleek desk. Two computers were set up. The room was devoid of life, although the supernatural beings could smell the leftover food.
"Did they leave...?" Tord looked to his friends to make sure. Tom and Pau weren't sure; their sense of smell could only do so much, and they couldn't prioritize scents. Matt, on the other hand, stepped forward, touching the chair. It felt warm. He took in the scent of the last person who sat in it.
It seemed like only one person prioritized monitoring the place as he only got one scent.
"They're still here," Matt spoke, turning to them. Something on the computer piqued his interest. He peered at it closely.
His eyes widened as he saw the person leave the camera's view, "Edd?"