This one's short- (like tord-)
TORD'S POV:
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN WE CANT GO!!!?? WE HAVE ALL WE NEED PAUL!!!"
I shouted as Paul grabbed the bridge of his nose and remarked the fact that it was a long ways away and couldn't be risked driven, it must be flown.
"What? You expect me to lend you one of my planes again? Fat chance." I said rolling my eyes.
"What do you suppose mister smarty pants?" Paul said shrugging his shoulders.
"UGHHHHH- fine. But this time you are working on the papers in the back,Paul, and Patryk will get to be co-pilot." I commented punching his shoulder.
"Your lucky your my friend or you would've been gone, soldier." I remarked
"Is that a complement or an insult?" Paul asked, dumbfounded.
I looked at him with the "are you stupid" face but turned away right after with my hands up.
I headed back over to my office and gathered all the needed materials and placed them in the army suit-tote which carried medical materials for me and my main soldiers, and the rest were handed by my medics.
"ATTENTION RED ARMY, IT HAS BEEN CONFIRMED BY GENERAL OPPOSITION THAT WE LEAVE AT DUSK, NO LATER THAN 20:00 PM, FOR DIRECTED AREAS OF ENGLAND. HAVE ALL NECESSARY IDEMS INTACT, FOR RETURNING IS NOT A GUARANTEE TO THE MAJORITY OF THE POPULATION. KEEP IN LINE SOLDIERS. HAIL RED LEADER." A "humph" in response by all soldiers, saluting to red leader, was heard, and with that pat turned off the intercom and turned and faced me. "That okay?" He asked.
I nodded and gave him a thumbs up with my Arm extended all the way and a weird smile on my face.
I knew we were going to England, but I forgot that England was were everything went down, but I put that thought aside, assuming that the three moved somewhere else because of their house.
Last place to concur before heading to Europe again.
England, stand prepared, I'm coming for you.
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The future
Mystery / ThrillerSlight tomtord possibly? Mainly just a wtfuture au lmao Cover and art is not mine only the story is Idfk-
