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The moment Tord walked into the building, an unusual smile twisted on his face, Patryck knew his boss was up to something.
“Hey, Boss, whatcha got there?”
In return, he received a faux innocent grin, the red leader turning to face him, a man draped over his shoulder, held by the robotic arm he had.
“Nothing important, you needn't worry, Pat.”
Reasonably so, Patryck wasn't convinced. And of course, Paul had to come over as well. Perfect. Just perfect. The other man took a moment to look at Tord, noticing what seemed to be a man over his shoulder.
“Who's that?” Paul inquired, watching from behind Patryck, an eyebrow raised.
“Isnt that one of the guys you used to be friends with” Pat Commented, Trying to get a better look.
“Ah, you got me. It's a long story, though-”
“Sir, in all honesty, we've been through your meetings, it can't be that long.” Paul's eyes narrowed, keeping his eyes on the guy over his leader's shoulder.
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It was empty on the streets. Perfect for Tord to go unnoticed. His hood was covering his head, hair horns poking out of the opening. It was a chilly autumn day, leaves brown and crunchy underfoot, wind threatening to blow his cover and snatch the red hood on his head.
He walked past a bar, finally looking up at the road, noticing a figure in a blue hoodie slumped against an old apartment complex on the footpath. Curiosity got the better of the man, as it usually does, and he began to veer closer to the person. He was about a metre or two away before he finally realised who it was. Spiked hair, blue hoodie, checkered vans, and an empty bottle of smirnoff next to him.
It's Tom.
It's Tom, passed out on the side of the road, probably drunk as all hell. Classic stupid Tom. Without another thought, Tord walks closer, hoisting him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Is this technically illegal? Yeah. very much so. But so are war crimes, and no one's arrested him yet, so it should be fine.
He began walking down the empty street, avoiding any people who could possibly be concerned by the sight. He had originally been out for a simple shopping trip. Paul and Pat couldn't find any flour, and were suddenly very busy with their duties, leaving Tord to do it himself. Yeah, he had a whole army to do his bidding, but honestly, he had been needing some form of walk. And plus, if he didn't, he wouldn't have this idiot in his robotic arm. He could get someone to find some flour for Pat and Paul, but right now, he needed to get Tom to the base.
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“-And so I kidnapped him!” Tord finished his recount of the little adventure he'd just been on, smirking at the two men's concerned looks.
“...You what?” Paul questioned, eyebrows raised.
“Boss… you can't just do that…” Patryck sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Tord rolled his eyes, an annoyed expression forming on his face. “Oh, come on, soldier, it's not that bad”
“Not tha- you just kidnapped the guy who tried to shoot you with a fucking harpoon!” Paul stated, a hint of exasperation entering his tone.
“I can fix him”
“NO!”
“Boss, go put him back…” Patryck said, arms crossed with a slightly disappointed look on his face.
“You know what? Screw you both. I'm gonna go do my job. I suggest you do the same.” Tord shoots them a glare before heading towards his office.
Pat sighs, looking over at Paul. “I give it a day.”
“Mhm.” There's a moment of silence before pail speaks again. “Did he end up getting flour?”