Lay Your Love

Chapter 12: A War-torn Reunion and finished deals!

Tord was in the plane's fuselage, comfortably seated with Tom a few seats away, with the medics keeping him stable. On the plane's tray-table, Tord had his glass pad and Tom's files that Paul had handed him earlier, he skimmed through the files, just to get a general idea of what Thomas has been up to as of late. There were a few wounds here and there, a lot of damage but nothing Tord's army couldn't fix.

Tord glanced up, Paul was in the plane's cockpit, making sure everything went by smoothly. Obviously not steering the plane! Tord would rather lose another arm and robot than have Paul pilot a plane.

Tord had lost so much money and valuable resources the last time Paul crashed. Well, Paul used to be good at piloting any aircraft, until the zombie outbreak, which cost him an eye. Tord did offer Paul a prosthetic with Bing's help, they could have made a robotic eye connected to the brain. But like most soldiers at the time, Paul refused to have anything to do with Bing or being the mad scientist's guinea pig.

Speaking of which, Bing. Tord pulled out a file and read through old records of Bing's account of a specific designed serum. NM-8 is a short-lasting serum that can give humans beastly attributes, yet powerful attributes that can be useful, as in a bioweapon. The serum has been a project since before the war, around seven years old. There was a serum Tord alone worked on with his scientists but it had failed miserably. Too many failed subjects and too many hazards and the project came to an abrupt stop. When Paul crashed the plane with the serum, it infected civilians and ended up with a zombie outbreak. Tord sighed, he still remembers how he had to quickly fix everything and get rid of any evidence of their involvement. It was embarrassing to hide the whole Red Army from the government but at the time it would have been idiotic to attack or show that they existed.

Tord did not let both Paul and Patryk forget that incident, but the only good thing that came from all of it was a huge ton of soldiers. Most witnesses or zombies that were successfully returned to humans joined the Red Army. Tord looked back at the file, back to Bing. Tord skimmed through the file again, nothing suspicious popping up or catching his attention. Tord leaned back in his seat as he looked at the glass pad, looking through world news. Something didn't make sense.

Tord had gotten weird reports of a "monster" going around places and suddenly disappearing. Lately though, more reports have come from Lyon, in France. Where Tom happened to be, thankfully it didn't seem as if Tom's unit had an encounter with a monster. But what rubbed Tord the wrong way, is that he knew some monsters were supposed to be at Lyon but he has no idea where this one monster came from. Tord picked up a few of the reports he'd gotten in from the past few months. A bear-sized monster with slim and short fur and horns, it was described as stable not a failed asset. Tord frowened if it was a stable monster then it should have a file and be Red Army property. But none was found with any similar attributes or descriptions.

There was only one plausible explanation, Bing has been going behind his back! and selling the serum to others. But who? Clearly not the government otherwise there would be more reports of sightings of stable monsters or heck even unstable assets or zombies, but no nothing. Tord's paranoia controlled him, mayhaps the government was perfecting the serum? no, his spies would have reported back to him!

Tord tried to find anything in the file but nothing, maybe Bing's assistant? Larry. No, not plausible Larry didn't have a motive and too much respect for the red leader. Tord let out an irritated sigh, he fished out a box of cigars and lit one up. As much as the attendants hated the smoke smell, a flight attendant quickly hurried forward with an ashtray and placed it carefully on the tray-table.

"Pour me a glass of wine" Tord requested as he glanced back at Tom's unconscious form. Tord couldn't help but smile, he was glad to see his old friend again and even more so when he thought of Tom being in his army. Tom will be in for a surprise. Tord looked up towards the cockpit and called Paul over. "Paul, contact Patryk and request a free space in the medical bay. I also want Yanov to be assigned to Thomas Thompson. Also, contact Rosewood and tell him that he'll meet a friend" Tord ordered as he looked at the wine in his glass, mixing it around.