"Jeg Elsker Deg." A Continuation of, "Jeg Er Beklager"

3 - What Flight?

(A/N) Hey, guys. I am so sorry that I haven't updated. There's school, sleep, writers block... I am really sorry. I hope you enjoy this one.

The glass door opened with a ringing sound. An employee at the front counter looked up from her phone. Immediately, she stood, pulled her earbuds out, dropped her phone on the floor and pushed it out of anyone's view with her foot.

"Um... H-Hello," She stuttered, flushed with red at her cheeks and ears. She looked Tord up and down, obviously interested.

He walked to the counter, holding a cold glare. "Where's Tom?"

"Huh?"

"I asked you, 'Where's Tom?' " He hissed.

"I- Uh," She stumbled, not expecting this outburst. "U-um. He's teaching piano lessons."

"Where?"

"I- in there," She pointed at a door across the room. Above it sat a sign saying, "Piano lessons," in light-up neon letters.

Tord turned and stormed over to the door, passing various instruments. French horns, trumpets, tenor saxophones, alto saxophones, and more. He pounded on the door. "Thomas!"

"Sir!" The employee yelled. "You need to-"

"Shut up-" Tord was interrupted by Tom opening the door and yanking Tord down by his hoodie collar.

"Tord, what are you doing here?" Tom looked down. "And what are you doing with that?!" Tom pointed at the gun in Tord's holster, a look of disbelief on his face.

"Tom, we need to go-"

"Tord, I'm at work."

"You'll be-"

"Tord!"

"Thomas!" Tord grabbed Tom by the neck and slammed him against the doorframe. He then suddenly let go. "I- I'm sorry," He backed away from Tom, keeping his hands behind his back.

"Mr. R!" Tord looked behind Tom to see a small child around the age of seven running to him. "Are you okay?" The child hugged Tom tightly. Tord started at the two. He couldn't quite tell what gender the child was as they wore a black shirt with the words, "I found this humerus," and a humerus bone on it, a bright purple tutu, black leggings, red converse, and their blonde hair looked both like a short-haired girl's hair style and a long-haired boy's hair style.

Tom set a hand on the kid's head and ruffled their hair. "Yes, I am. Thank you, Jess."

Jess then turned to Tord and pointed at him angrily. "You are a bad man! You hurt Mr. R!"

The other employee stepped in. "I can call the cops."

"That won't be necessary," Tom said. "Now go back to watching your nerdy weeb videos."

She blushed and marched off, muttering to herself.

"It's called Vocaloid," Tord heard in her jumble of muttering.

"Ew," Tord thought. He had never really become too fond of the characters or songs. Although, there was the exception of Fukase. Tord liked Fukase. It was probably because both of their main colors was red.

Tom kneeled down by Jess. "Now, Jess. Tord didn't mean any harm. He just... needs to calm down sometimes. Plus, I was being unreasonable and that probably didn't help,"

"Oh..." Jess turned back to Tord. "I'm sorry, sir," Tord was amazed at how well Tom worked with children. He found it kind of cute.

"Oh, no. I'm the one who's sorry." Tord looked to Tom. "You're working right now. I'll wait for you out here until you're finished."

Tom nodded, then stood. "Thanks, Tord, " He led Jess back into the room they had been working in, closing the door behind them.

Tord leaned against the wall by the door and listened to them play. He pulled out his phone to check for any messages from his most trustworthy soldiers, Paul and Patryk.

"Where are you with Tom?" Paul had sent.

"He's working right now. You and Paul go on to the hideout. I'll bring him as soon as possible."

"Alright. Just remember that the flight's in one hour."

"What flight?"

"Shit, we forgot to tell you."