The Alliance (TomTord Fanfic) (#Wattys2017)

Chapter 15

Tord couldn't help but smile as he leaned back in his chair. He looked around him at the multiple controls around the room and contiuned to grin widely. For once, him and Tom could actually work together with something. But, of course, being the slight pacifist he was, Tom didn't want to end up on the holding end of the gun. Tord didn't really care, anything for the one he cared about. And, yes, you heard me right. Tord had been thinking about the stupid and weird feelings he felt around Thomas a lot at that point. With a few helpful words from his right hand soldier, Tord figured out what really was happening. He had fallen flat onto his scarred face for Tom. And he loved it.

Ever since then, the leader couldn't get him off of his mind. No matter what was happening, he thought of Tom. Doing paperwork? Tom. Under attack? Tom. Talking about nuclear weapons? Tom.
Tord was snapped out of his brief daydream by Paul, who was waving a hand in front of his face.
"Uh... are you.... ok, Red Leader?"
"Huh?" Tord shook his head to clear his thoughts. "Yes, I'm fine. When is Blue Leader supposed to be here so we can initiate the plans?" Tord stood up, straightening his back to look even taller than he already was. He puffed his chest out slightly, just to show he was fully there.

"Right here, commie." Came a familiar British voice. Tord turned his head swiftly to the direction of said voice to see Tom, standing as formally as him with Edd and Matt on either side of him. Tord was almost surprised. Sure, he had seen Matt and Edd standing like true soldiers before, but he only just realised the looks on his old friend's faces. They forced themselves to not show any emotion, and the light from their eyes had dimmed slightly. The red leader hated seeing the two like this, but, nevertheless, marched up to Tom with his two soldiers following him.

"Good evening, Thomas."
"Same to you, too, Tord."
"Are you ready to start this whole thing? It could mean worse conditions."
"Of course I am. I've never been more ready in my life." Tom smirked slightly. The two nodded slightly and started walking towards a small door on the side of the building. Paul, Pat, Edd, and Matt all backed off slightly and stood in the center of the room: leaving their leaders to take on the mission. Tom and Tord both looked at eachother out of the corners of their eyes and smirked, nodding at eachother before stepping out of the door.

Tom had composed the idea of going up the ranks, so Tord sent a spy out to the Crimson Navy's new base to see who the officials of the navy were. Strangely, Tom recognized the names of the two officials that Tord had never even heard about. This prompted a few stories about how Edd, Matt, and Tom tried to build a roof over their house before a ghost started haunting them and how Edd once gained superpowers from a radioactive satellite dish for a day.

Those names belonged to a side army general and the weapons trainer of the Crimson Navy. Eduardo and Mark.

Tord and Tom had planned out their attacks oh-so carefully and now were ready to start their first attack, going for a certain quiet weapons master, Mark Stephens.
Tom, being the slight pacifist that he was, didn't really want to shoot the former neighbor, so Tord volunteered to be the guy to put a bullet through the weapons master's skull.

The two leaders snuck around the back of the base, Tord holding the silenced pistol in his hand. It would be the simplest job ever, right? Find Mark alone and take him out with a single bullet, then sneak away, correct? Well, maybe.

As the two snuck up behind the base, Tom peaked through a window near them. He couldn't see anything of the interior of the base thanks to the grime on the window, but knew the basic layout of the base. They were close to the weapons stash, he knew that much.

The offical plan that Tom and Tord came up with took a few months to fully make, which led to Todd rebuilding his navy's base in a short period of time. Barely any battles were fought thanks to all three leaders being busy, so the war hot spots had died down. But the tension didn't. Of course, at peace conferences, Todd would express his hatred for Tom and Tord in calm, collected sentences. The two would constantly have to calm eachother down at the meetings before they went ape-shit on the snotty navy leader.

"Tom, this way." Tord led his partner to a backdoor and pulled out a lock-pick, sliding it into the keyhole and pressing his ear against the door for the clicks of it unlocking. Tom, meanwhile, kept his eye out for any patrolling soldiers that could easily spot them, since they were out in the open.
Once Tord was finished and had the door opened, the two entered silently and closed the door behind them. They looked around in the almost completely dark room for any sign of life, to only find none.
Tom instantly ducked behind a large supply crate, moving over for Tord to follow. As the two leaders waited silently in the darkness, questions raced through their heads. Was this going to be that easy? Was one of them or both of them going to get caught?

Eventually, both were snapped out of their trance by the door of the room opening. Tom peeked up slightly and instantly ducked down. Tord gave him a questioning look as the blue leader gave him a thumbs up, showing that their target had entered. Tord listened to the sound of Mark walking around the room and talking to, presumably, other Crimson Navy soldiers. Tord poked his head above the crate in the darkness and lifted his pistol slightly. 'Hey, at least it'll be a quick and painless death...' the red leader told himself as he took aim.

After a few moments of stillness, Tord finally pulled the trigger, aiming the bullet at the weakest part of the skull; the temple. Mark instantly fell to the ground as the bullet lodged in his skull, causing blood the spill all over the opposite wall and floor. The two other soldiers that had accompanied him started freaking out and drew their weapons. Tord grabbed Tom's arm and got up, running swiftly towards the exit, throwing the door open, and running off, dragging Tom along with him. The two soldiers didn't even know who the killers were, but ran out of the door, only to be met with the quiet harbor of the Crimson Navy.

'One victim down, four more to go.' Tord told himself as he ran back to his base.

(As I was reading this, I stopped at the top and imagined something. Remember when Tord brought up that all he thought about was Tom, even when talking about nuclear weapons? I can imagine this going down.

Paul: We'll plow down our enemies with this new nuclear bomb, sir!

Tord: (completely snapped out of it) I would love to plow Tom down with MY nuclear weapon.~

Paul: sir... are you... ok?

Too soon for a sex joke? Yes? Ok.)