"I'm sorry":TomTord REMAKE

Chapter 12:New Tom

The plane arrived at the base located in Norway. Tord had a cigar in between his lips as he took a inhale. Coughing due to the rough landing that Patryck did on accident.

"Oh sorry, are you okay Tord?"Patryck asked with care as they landed.

"–Red Leader. And I'm fine, Papa." He replied as he flicked the cigar out of the planes window.

Patryck and Paul chuckled at the front of the plane.

"Now, lets get out of here." Tord says as all the soldiers stood. Exiting the plane.
Tord held Tom bridal style as he left the plane.

He entered the base. Some soldiers whispered to each other but most of them stayed quiet in respect for there leader.

Tord walked to his office and shut the door.
He exhaled and carried Tom to his bedroom, where it was connected to his office.

Walking down a small hallway, he plopped Tom gently onto the king sized bed. And covered him up with the red themed blankets.

He kissed the brits head and walked  to his closet. He pulled out his leader uniform and changed into it.

He zipped up his boots and then walked back over to Tom, placing another kiss on his hand. Then he walked off into his office.

He sat at his desk and pulled his laptop over to him. Opening it and turned it on.
Might as well call yellow.

The communist leader thought as he got the virtual meeting prepared.
He called Yellow and waited for him to answer.

bing.

"Hello, Red."
"Hallo, there Yellow. Have time to talk?"
"Plenty."
"Excellent."
Yellow Leader leaned back in his chair, his camera on.
While Tords remained off.

"Now, about what happened. I heard that Paul said something that ticked you off yes?"
"Yes. Kinda."
"Or was it more of you talking trash about me in front of them?"
"That, too.."
"Do you remember what Paul said to you?"
"Yeah, he was saying how you guys were secretly planning on attacking us."
Tord laughed softly and shakes his head.
"No, I don't plan on doing that. We've been alliances for years, why would I do such a thing?"
"True.."
"Heh, don't believe my father's. They're unprofessional sometimes."
"I get it."
"Now, there's something I've been meaning to ask you."
"Oh? And what's that?"
"Does.. the Evil director still work with you?"
"Yes he does, why?"
"Excellent! Now, it's because I need to clone two old friends of mine."
"Oh?"
"Yes, if that's okay with you of course."
"Yeah that's okay with me Red Leader."
"Splendid. Let the director know that I would like one 'Edd Clone' and one, 'Matt Clone'. He'll understand who they are."
"Understood. When should we send them over?"
"I'll call the Director when it's time. I have his contact information."
"Oh, alright. Sounds good."
"So, we are back to a truce? No fighting?"
"Yes sir, we are back in alliance."
"Great, thank you for understanding. Have a good rest of your day."
"You as well."

Tord hanged up the virtual call as he stretched in his chair.
He started to do some paperwork as he heard footsteps approaching.

Tord signed his signature as he lifted his head, and sees a sleepy Tom.

"God Morgan, Min Elsker." Tord says in Norwegian as he gets up from his desk. He walked over and wrapped his arms around Tom's waist.
"Have a good nap, yes?"

Tom nodded. But his vision was extremely blurry. He couldn't see anymore.
"Tord."
"Yes hon?" Tord tilted his head.
"I can't see." Tom says, kinda freaked out.