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Chapter 13

Tord's POV

I stared at two limped bodies, laying on the floor right underneath my feet. They didn't put up a very good fight. I frowned, wanting just a bit more excitement.

I turned around to face the door, I smiled. I walked up to it and opened it. I looked around the room until I rested my eyes on a table. I walked up to it to find a cellphone with a green phone case.

I turned it on to find no kind of lock. I swiped and went to the phone app. I then dialed the only important phone number to me, the one that will help bring me the entertainment I need. Maybe even get me out of this hellhole. I held it up to my ear, waiting for he receiving end to pick up.

Back at the Red Army base

Patryk and Paul sat in a meeting with some of the generals of their army, filling in the position of their absent leader.

"So do we declare him dead to the soldiers" asked one of the generals.

"Of course, who knows what the bastards did to him. He might still be alive but it would be better if he wasn't" responded another one.

"True, even if he was still alive, it seems like a loss cause to even attempt to rescue him. We have no leads on what they could have done to him anyways" said a different general.

"Hmm" Patryk and Paul both seemed to do in unison.

The army was nervous about what could of happened to their leader. They more worry about what they will do without him. He was a one of a kind leader and because of his certain leadership, the army has become what it is. A well organized army that threatens all the existence of all other power in the world. How will they continue without him?

The meeting was then rudely interrupted with a ringing of a cell phone. All the generals looked around to see who it was for. Patryk then pulled out his cellphone and saw an unknown number Id calling him. He denied the call and set his phone on the table.

"Uh sorry for the interruption shall we proceed?" He apologized.

"Ah yes we think we should-"

Patryk's phone rang again. It was the same caller so he just denied the call once again.

Then they called again. And again. And again.

Paul was sick of hearing Patryk's stupid ringtone so he accepted the call.

"Who the hell are you and what do you want! Jesus Christ!!!" He yelled into the phone.

There was silence then a deep laugh came from the other end. The voice seemed familiar.

"Is that anyway to address your Leader? Paul?" Said a deep voice with a Norwegian accent.

"Red Leader!?!" Yelled both of the second in commands.

All the generals looked up. They were all surprised. Then everyone just looked at each other then back at the Second in Commands. They all anxiously awaited to here from there beloved leader.

"How are you still alive??? Where are you? Have they done anything to you? Are you still in England?" Patryk said all too quickly.

"Slow down soldier! Now, I know what you will probably ask of me. After they captured me, they decided to send me to some stupid big time asylum. Wrong choice on their behalf." Responded the Red Leader.

"Okay whats the purpose of this call" asked Patryk but this time more slowly.

"I'm ordering you now to come get me. This place's security is very weak. I see no cameras right out the door of my assigned room. There are also no guards within my shot of eyesight. My guess they went with this place figuring that no body would suspect it."

Everyone in that room was shocked to hear that their leader was even still alive. They were nervous about rescuing him but, if they learned anything, it's that Red Leader knows best.

"The plan is to come in two months or so, since they might suspect you coming soon now that I've escape my room. I'll be playing the helpless patient role once again as I wait for you. Now, do not ambush this place, but rather come in under cover. This way, we attract less attention at first. Have this man come in immediately so when the time comes, they will suspect less of him." The Leader went on.

"And who do you propose we use as this undercover 'doctor', sir?" Ask Paul.

"Good question, soldier. We need a man who we have already used and knows the ins and outs of any situation... Patryk, assign Soldier 64-23 to this assignment. I believe his name was Tyler Mason?"

Patryk quickly look through a device that held all the information of all their soldiers. He typed in the numbers "64-23" and a man appeared on screen. He was a brunette and with a mid skin fade on the sides of his head. He had curly hair that hung a little over his forehead. He had red eyes but with this silver shiny effect to them. This man appeared lightly built, like most of the other soldiers. He was the type of man that if you had any sort of interaction with him, you would always remember him afterwards. He was indeed a liable soldier.

"Ah yes, Soldier 64-23 or - - - - Tyler Mason. Has completed 107 different missions successfully. Currently inspecting the streets if London to gather citizen information, assigned to by General Maycomb" Patryk informed.

"General Maycomb? He works on France?! Punish that man for over stepping over his given boundaries" responded their Leader.

"Yes sir!" Paul said before talking into a walkie talkie.

Two men dressed in the Red Army outfit came into the room. They went over to one of the generals and grabbed him by his arms, then quickly carried him out of the room.

"Well, soldiers, figure out the rest. I have to go incase my pets wake up. Destroy any trace of your phone, as I will do the same with this one. Red Leader out"

The call ended.