On My Own

TWO.

//3rd Person POV//

Tom sighed, watching the few people who were available at the time of the mission. Five bumbling idiots, at least in his opinion.

Hellucard, Laurel, Bing, Larry, and - of course - Thomas himself.

Threading his fingers through his hair, he began, once again, to explain the plan. You'd think after three years of being ordered around they would be better at listening, but apparently not.

"For the love of- okay, this is the last time I'm going to say this. Hellucard and Larry," the two fixed their eyes on the alcoholic, "You will distract whatever guards there are milling around the truck. I don't care how, just don't get shot and don't, I repeat, DO NOT, tell the guards about the plans." Hellucard looked down, ashamed. The last mission he was on didn't go so well, obviously.

"Laurel, you'll be me and Bing's cover while we-"

"ARM THE BOMB AND EXPLODE THE ENEMY!" Bing screeched before cackling wildly.

"Yes. That."

Laurel smiled. "Got it, boss!"

Tom nodded. "Then let's hurry. The truck is due to arrive at Base Vronti in less than two hours."

~*~

Tom smirked. Hellucard and Larry had started their distraction. They had become one with their inner shepherds. And by that, Tom meant, they were leading a hell of a lot of sheep in front of the military truck.

Tom motioned to Bing who have him a thumbs up, and they were off; sneaking up to the side of the truck, just out of the soldiers' sight.

Bing finished setting the timer on the bomb and handed it off to his squad leader. Tom smirked, placing it behind a wheel, hidden from anyone standing.

He then whistled long and high-pitched; the fallback signal. They scrambled away from the truck, scurrying up the hill leading to the ruins formerly known as London.

The small troop waited no more than five minutes before the sound of machinery exploding filled the are.

The group cheered. The mission was a success.

Tom pulled out his flask in celebration, but before he could take a single sip, a horrible bang was heard.