The Traitor and The Communist

If It Ain't Fixed Go Fix It

Song- I'M GONNA WIN By: Rob Cantor

"That's the last of the soldiers quarters." Nathan informs Tord as he checks something off of his checklist on his tablet.
"Good." Tord says, "What's next." Nathan looks at his tablet's list, they've both been taking care of things all day. Feeding malnourished soldiers and prisoners, repairing buildings, helping other secretaries sort through paper work, other things like that. They were really starting to make a difference for the armies well being.

Nathan stammers as he speaks,
"I believe that's all Adam gave us for the week, sir."
Tord made a clicking noise of disappointment,
"Pity." Nathan stares at Tord in disbelief,
"Sir, it's only Monday. This was a weeks worth of tasks done in a day."

Tord shrugs and flips up the collar of the standard issue trench coat most people in the army have.
"Still, I've been ignoring this when I was in charge. It's time I did something." Nathan ran a hand through his dirty blond hair before fixing his turquoise tie,
"If we do too much at once The council is going to get suspicious of us. You probably know their rules more then I do. I think this is too much at once for a week. Let alone a day."

Nathan and Tord's boots clicked against the paved walkway as they walked. In time with his sigh Tord stops walking.
"Fine," he utters turning his body away from Nathan, "I guess that's enough. I'll see you later." Nathan grazes Tord's arm with his hand, stopping Tord from walking away. Nathan nods,
"Just. Go back to your room or something, please don't go looking for more work. I'm serious about you getting caught."
"I won't. Adam said that,"

The fabric of Tord's coat bunched as Nathan gripped it harder.
"It doesn't matter whatever he mentioned, red." Nathan paused, as he loosened his grip dropping Tord's arm. "Honestly, it's just really strange to me how invested he is in the army now. He was just a doctor beforehand, staying pretty still in the ranks even for a doctor." Tord stepped back from Nathan some, before straightening his coat.
"Of course he's invested. Anyone can see how the council is wrecking years of my work and yours, and everyones. They need to be overturned soon. Doing this is a slow start but it helps push back."  Nathan shook his head,
"It's just,"
"Drop it. There's nothing to worry about." Tord snapped. Nathan put his hands up in surrender his watch shining in the sunlight,
"Just take it easy, please?" 

Tord let out some air in a huff and crossed an arm across his chest,
"Yeah. Okay." Nathan smiled with some relief, then walked away leaving Tord alone on the sidewalk. "Just after one more." Tord mumbled to himself. He spun around on his heel and aimed for the doctors and secretary quarters.

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The wooden door of Adam's quarters made a loud clunking echo as Tord knocked. It opened a sliver, Adam's eye was staring at Tord. His eye looked Tord up and down before Adam opened the door.
"Herd you finished all of your work this week already." Adam said, leaning with his arms crossed and back against the door frame. Tord stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at the ground. "Don't you have assigned work to do? Inventory or something along the lines."

"That can wait." Tord made eye contact with Adam, his eyes were flicking around Tord's features. Adam sighs and locks his jaw in place.
"There's nothing for you to do right now."

Adam looks away and scratches his chin. It must've been a bit sense he last shaved because he had a small layer of stubble on his chin.
"There is one thing," he starts, turning back to Tord, "it's not, the easiest walk in the park. Long cry away from painting rooms and feeding crooks."

"Try me." Tord said, unknowingly puffing out his chest. Adam smirked as he chortled,
"Well. It involves stealing an entire order of supplies from the council."

Tord put a hand on his favourite pistol,
"Bring it."

_
The piece of vending machine glass shone in Tord's hand, he held it up above his head trying to reflect any of what little light there was in the room. He could hear Tom snoring softly from his bed room, Tord was currently lying on his back on the sofa.

Why do I still even have this? He thought to himself as he turned the glass around in his hand, he ran his thumb over the flat edge. Tord sighed, Maybe I should have it turned into jewelry or something. Feels wrong to just toss it.

He carefully tucked it back into the Kleenex it was protectively wrapped in and put it back into his duffle. Tord grabbed his phone off the end table, it informed him it was around one in the morning. He let his head fall back and hit the arm rest.

Tord grabbed the duffle off of the ground and put it on an angle on his lap so he could see into it. Contrary to a little over a month ago, it was mostly filled with clothes. Tord dug around in the bag some, careful not to wrinkle the clothes, until he found the picture of him, Tom, Matt, and Edd he had back at the red army. He unfolded it twice and looked at it. We should try to recreate that sometime, man, I look weird with no scars. Tord looked at the picture more until his eyes started to get heavy, he set the duffle on the floor but held on to the picture.

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Eventually he fell asleep. Holding on to the picture the entire night, when Tom walked into the living room in the morning Tord's arm was hanging over the edge of the couch. It was resting on his duffle holding the picture. Tom walked over and crouched to look at the photo, when he saw what was on it he made a sound of amusement before heading into the kitchen.