chapter 7

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////// I give up, this story will bounce between the first person to 2nd person to 3rd person over and over again //////

/// As Editor-Chan, I was not about to go through and change that because that is a lot to change in between class assignments and brain malfunction days so RIP reader ///

Tord's P.O.V.:

Tord leaned back in his chair wide eyed and shocked.

"He's alive" was the only thing running through his mind, this whole time he'd been running an army and fighting a war only to find out that he could have used Plan Z the entire fucking time?!

"What is Plan Z?" Might you ask? Well, Plan Z is something that Tord had thought up a while ago after Tom's first "incident", he never thought it would actually work but for some reason, he'd always had it in his back pocket.

Also, it sounded cooler than Plane K,for some reason it sounds really racist??? Regardless, Tom was a crucial part of it.

Through the time that he'd lived with the Brits, he noticed little quirks and things that made them, them. Edd and Matt didn't know it, he didn't blame them. It's sad he could have done something to protect their brains. He was too late when he went back for the last time.

Toms always had that certain thing about him, he's intelligent, extremely intelligent in fact he makes me look like an idiot half the time because of it. The only issue is that he thought being smart was for losers and he drank his emotions away making it very hard to get him to use that intelligence into something productive.

No matter what kind of waves or implant chips that tried to get into his brain. For some reason, he never got infected.

It wasn't until 2 years into this ridiculous war did Tord find out who was behind all of this.

It was one of his old neighbors, he was always out so you never really got to see him, his name was Todd Anderson. Or should I say "Obsidian Leader"?

The mass producer and straight up evil mastermind behind all of this ruin.

HE is the reason everything went to shit if it wasn't for him all those people would still be alive.

He's marked me as some kind of evil villain when I'm the only one trying to preserve humanity.I MEAN I KNOW IM TRYING TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD BEFORE HE DOES BUT WORDS HURT.

Tord stood up from his chair and looked out at the window behind his desk. Deep murky oceans for miles and miles, if the glass wasn't there you might just fall out and into the soup.

Many gross and twisted monsters live in the North Atlantic waters close to Norway's jagged rocky coast. Teeming with creatures created by the Red Army to protect the base's "inner workings". Most of the base was built into the snow-covered cliffs and mountains of Å I Lofoten, Lofoten Islands, Norway.

"Paul! Patryk! You can come back in," the metal door on the other side of the room slide up as two men walked into the room, Tord sat back down at his desk and looked at them both.

General 1st Class - Paul Coulissen.

-First General.

-One of Red Leader's right-hand men.

-He also pilots in his free time.

-Constant smoker.

-Married to Lieutenant 1st Class, Patryk Coulissen.

Lieutenant 1st Class - Patryk Coulissen.

-One of Tord's right-hand men.

-Very good at scheduling.

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