His New Wife

༺ ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟 ༻

"What we do...is plan."

    "Hey Paul...since I'm still technically Tord's replacement...can you go pick up Patryk while we all discuss things? I'm sure he's wondering how Tord is and...you can fill him in on the way here." Paul salutes (albeit a bit lazily) to Mona. "Yes ma'am." He winks at her before exiting the hospital room. Matt tilts his head in confusion. "Wait so...you're playing Tord's role until he gets better?" Tord grins, lifting his head up ever so slightly. "Yes, isn't she doing a magnificent job?" He coos, causing Mona to roll her eyes. "I haven't even done anything. I haven't even had the chance to authorize something yet." Tord chuckles and sighs. "...You know...I feel so much lighter now...that I've gotten that information off my chest..." Edd holds his hand, smiling softly. "While we're still a bit upset about what happened...we're glad you've told us the truth. And no matter what happens, me, Tom, Matt, Mona...all of us...we'll have your back." Tord smiles at his childhood friend, pulling him into a hug. "Thank you, min beste venn." He whispers.

   Patryk nearly busts down the door, hurrying to Mona and Tord. "Thank god you're alright, sir! I'm sorry I haven't been able to see you lately, I—" He glances at the trio of friends sitting nearby. More specifically at Tom. A glint of anger flashes in Patryk's eyes before he unholsters his pistol, pointing it right at Tom's head. "Pat! What the fuck are you doing?!" Paul shouts, standing up quickly. Tom jerks in surprise, grabbing Edd's arm. "This is the one who shot down Red Leader, right?" He snaps and Paul growls. "Pat...put the pistol down. I explained to you everything in the car." "That doesn't excuse the fact that he did this to Tord!" He shouts. He turns back to see Mona walking toward him, her jaw clenched. She stands right in line of Patryk's shot, glaring. "Unless you plan to shoot me too I suggest you stand down, soldier." Patryk's eyes widen. "Mona—" "Patryk, I won't hesitate to get Paul to disarm and incapacitate you." When Patryk wavers, Mona presses her forehead against the barrel of the gun. She could hear Tord's heart monitor beeping like crazy in the background. "This is an order, Colonel Patryk Dagolewicz. Stand. Down." He gulps, then shakily puts his gun away. Mona lets out a breath and smiles. "Thank you."

    After a while of silence, Tom speaks. "H-Holy shit Mona...that was...that was..." "Badass..." Matt finishes. Mona blushes softly, smiling at them. "I learned that from Tord!" She giggles, skipping back to Tord's bedside. "Darling, I appreciate you helping Thomas out but please don't do that again." He sighs. Mona looks to Patryk, who was being consoled by Paul. "Yeah but...if I didn't, I don't think even Paul would have stopped him from shooting Tom...and I couldn't live with that." She purses her lips. "But...more on the plan..." Edd stands, smiling at Mona. "You and Tord don't need to worry your pretty little heads about outside help!" Matt stands, puffing out his chest to look tough. "Y-Yeah! We'll get that all handled!" Tord looks at them in confusion. "What are you talking about?" Tom stands as well, propping up against Edd's shoulder. "I'm sure there's some kind of unrest as the Red Army's grasp draws closer and closer to England..." "Meaning...?" Mona asks and Tom smirks. "Meaning we won't have any trouble gathering a rebellion just in case your end of the deal doesn't go as planned." Edd hums. "Let's just hope we won't have anyone who would want to hurt Tord or whoever helps them out from the inside."

   "...This is nice and all..." Patryk starts, eyebrows knit together. "But...how are we so sure this will work? I mean, the General is a fierce man and...and he'll..." He leans into Paul as the shorter male comforts him. "It'll be okay, Pat...we can do this..." "And even if we can't..." Tom smiles a little. "Who says we won't set an example for others? If not us, someone will have to take this 'General' down." Patryk grits his teeth. "It's not that simple!" He shouts. "He isn't some guy just sitting and watching us! He's the embodiment of evil! He is twisted and gruesome and...and he will kill us all!" Paul purses his lips before helping Patryk stand. "I'll take him outside to calm down...we'll be back..." The two exit and Tord looks to Tom and the others. "I apologize...he was...Pat's story is complicated and not my place to tell but...he means well. He's just worried." Tord starts to sit up, grunting as he does so. Mona gasps and stops him. "Darling, the doctors don't want you moving yet!" She tries to lay him back down but Tord brushes her off. "Bah! Forget the doctors! I have to heal as fast as possible and if I don't start getting a move on, I never will." Mona steps back and lets Tord do his thing. After a few minutes of barely moving, he soon lays back down and sighs heavily. "Maybe tomorrow is a better place to start..."

    "Hey...Mona? Can I talk to you outside?" Mona glances over at Patryk, then smiles. "Yeah sure." She follows him out into the corridor, still smiling at him. "What's going on, Pat?" Patryk pauses before gently grabbing Mona's hands. He looks worried. "I think we need to go ahead and train you like a soldier. If we're going to do this uprising and do it successfully, you need to know how to fight and defend yourself. I don't want you hurt or...or worse..." Mona holds Patryk's hands, sighing. "I understand, Pat. And I'm on board! I've been wanting to learn how to fight anyway..." Patyrk hugs Mona close. "Just please...don't do what you don't have to...when we do go through with this..." Mona hugs back. "I promise."

    "Sir? I have some unfortunate news..." "What is it, Francine? I'm a busy man." Francine purses her lips, looking back down the corridor to the hugging duo. "I believe we have some traitors among us..." A pause before a chuckle. "Traitors you say? What makes you think that?" She peeks down the hall again. "One seems to be Colonel Dagolewicz...the other I'm not so sure...wait. She...She's your son's fiancée...that Mona girl. Y'know, the one he announced to us a while back." A hum before another chuckle. "I see...and I assume they aren't the only ones behind this. That Red Leader of yours has always been a disobedient little brat." Francine gulps. "What should I do, sir?" "Nothing. Let them have their fun. But do keep an eye on them. You and your team." Francine grins wickedly as she watches the two reenter the hospital room.

"Yes...General."