Lost Time

~Dumbasses~

It seemed like the day went by really quickly, from Tom showing me around to us just fucking with soldiers, luckily no one even recognized me. But the tour was rather interesting, this base was a lot larger than I expected but I guess that made sense, there were very many soldiers and I could tell by all the half-packed halls we went through. Some I even recognized as my soldiers.. But upon noticing my soldiers there were two specific soldiers I was looking for, two of my best friends..

"How is this-" Tom held a finger to my mouth. "Shush, shhh shh. Watch." He whispered, grinning slightly as he watched the door. Yeah, we were in the middle of a prank that honestly took too long to set up and many soldiers already walked through the door, messing up our progress at least twice now. This was a basic idea that I'm pretty sure the brit took from a tv show, simply a bucket full of water upon a door, now you may be wondering. How could you mess that up so much? We aren't the sharpest tools in the shed if I'm being honest, well I mean at least Tom isn't.

"Jehovah, no one's going to walk through the door, like three people already saw what we were doing, don't you think they warned some other soldiers?" I mumbled, Tom dismissively waved his hand before stating. "Nah, the soldiers aren't that smart." He replied, chuckling. More like we weren't smart. It was a few more minutes of waiting before things got boring. I groaned, glancing at the brit. "So are we supposed to wait until we die, what's the point of this?" I questioned, crossing my arms.

"If you're so bored why don't we just have a conversation?" Tom said, glancing back at me. I was dumbfounded for a second, didn't he say- "Didn't you tell me to be quiet earlier??" The brit chuckled. "I just didn't like your complaining." He stated causing me to roll my eye. "Well I can't help pointing out how stupid this is, we are hanging out in a storage closet waiting for a soldier to walk in, might I add it's an empty one." I pointed out.

"Well.. I may have forgotten to think about this through..." Tom mumbled, chuckling awkwardly. I put a hand on my face shaking my head, this is wonderful. "Well since we're gonna be here a while how 'bout that conversation?" He added, the brits stupidity is going to be the death of me I swear. "Okay, Thomas Bluewood." I started, trying to hide my obvious agitation. "How was your day??" "That's a stupid question, and why the full name?" He replied, crossing his arms.

I shrugged, honestly I wasn't sure where I was going with it. "Well, Tord Lacefell. How was yours?" He questioned. "Oh, fine fine, woke up in an alleyway unsure of like ninety percent of what happened, learned that I lost most of my army and that the edgy dude tired? To kill me I guess, just peachy." There was obvious sarcasm laced in my voice, Tom sighed as he glanced down, did I make him feel bad? "You should be glad you didn't have to live through the hell most of us were going through because of Zach."

I paused, they know his name? Shocking. "So the mysterious Black leader has a name? ..A rather generic one too." I mumbled, chuckling. "Yeah, we may address each other by colors but I figured out his name, I don't think he knows mine or Edds though." Tom replied, shrugging. "Why are you guys even scared of him, he doesn't seem that threatening." The brit immediately looked me in the eyes and the look or seriousness caught me off guard, almost like I said something controversial. "Commie you have delt at all, this leader is no fucking joke. Even with an army, he's impossible to take down and one time I went on a solo mission only to lose my finger and break my arm." Tom stated,

The flashback from earlier once again popped into my head for a second, he had a broken arm in the beginning, and in the second part, he probably couldn't have used it correctly because he was in the infirmary with worst than a fracture. Now back to the broken arm, out of all the times I fought Tom I don't think I've ever gotten close enough to breaking his arm, even when I tried really hard we were evenly matched. My army training clearly did not help against him. But the brit also seemed good at dodging so that may be most of it, but still, I was matched with him even when I didn't want to be, that being said. If Zach could overpower Tom would that mean he could overpower me?