The Traitor and The Communist

Fallen Soldier

Song - Higher by: The Score

"Well... I guess when it started was right after the robot thing." Tord states squeezing his already shut eyes tighter, as he tells Tom how he'd ended up in the park.

Tord cluches his right arm close to his chest, holding it with his left. Tord was watching the people below the hill he had crashed on top of, the very same people who he had just almost killed. Burning debrie falling everywhere around him. He looks down at his arm, it wasn't going to recover from this. A car does a hard left turn at the bottom of  the hill its tires screeching as it did so, he turns his head towards the noise. It was some of Tord's lackeys.

They hop out of the car with some medical equipment and walk over to Tord slowly. Tord looks around his vision blurry in one eye, and grabs a human sized robotic arm. The first lackey crouchs next to him and starts patching up Tord.
"The higher ups are not going to like your results," He says half heartedly to Tord, tugging on his sweater. Tord stares into the dirt, taking off his sweater and shirt so the lackey could patch him up better.
"I know, I know," Tord sighs, "it doesn't look good does it?" He mutters and points at his arm, the lackey shakes his head.
"Your eye doesn't look to hot either, can you see out of it?" Tord shrugs,
"Its getting more blurry and its going darker." The lackey lets out a concerned hum and wraps Tord's neck in bandages.

Tord pushes the robotic arm towards the lackey,
"Sence my arm is going to get amputated anyway, think you can use this as a prosthetic?" The lackey picks up the arm and nods setting it to the side.
"Whats your name anyways?" The lackey stops and looks Tord in the eyes extending a hand he says,
"Adam, sir." Tord shakes Adam's hand with his good arm, and chortals,
"I would say who I am, but you should already know." Adam nods vigorously,
"Yes, sir. Red leader, sir." Adam silently goes back to work on Tord.

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Tord groans, he had just been called down to the main commander's office. He was sure to get ripped a new one from them, and on top of that his arm was flairing up again. Damned thing would ache every time he'd either, sleep on it wrong or went near magnets. He steps out of his quarters and bumps into Adam,
"Hey," He says to Tord, in response Tord mutters,
"Hi." Adam turns and starts walking in the same direction as him.
"Heard your getting chewed out about everything you do now."
"How did you?" Adam shrugged,
"It's all over the base, well the rumor is anyways." Tord sighed.

"Fuck," Adam looked at Tord with wide eyes, Tord shrugged it off, "I have some freedom you know." Adam shook his head
"I know, just not used to being. You know, being friends with a higher up." Tord chuckled,
"I'm barely up the chain, and even that won't last long it seems," Adam pats Tord's shoulder and gives him an encouraging smile,
"Hey man, relax a little. They can't do anything to bad to you it's not like they made the army or anything."
"It's theirs now, just because I made one mistake, one." Tord grits his teeth and clenched his fists. Tord stops in front of a big oak door,
"They want to talk to me, see you later." Adam catches Tord's shoulder before he can open the door,
"Don't worry to much about it," he lets Tord's shoulder go, "see you later man." And with that Adam makes his leave down the hallway.

Tord takes in a gulp of air to try to calm down. The big oak doors squeak as he pushes them open, the room that the door led into was dark with a few lights illuminating things. Tord's shoes are one of the only noises in the room besides his own breathing. He slowly walks to the centre of the room, a light hangs over him swinging slightly making the room partially  creepier. A group of eyes open in the darkness the people they belong to hidden in the shadows.

Tord stiffened when one of the council members hummed in annoyance,
"Do you know why we called you in here Red?" Tord folded his hands behind his back and tried to stand up as straight as possible.
"No, no I don't, sir." One of the sets of eyes give him a squinty glare. Tord hears a creak of wood as the eyes move forward.

The eyes look amongst themselves before the head of the council continued.

"Your mistakes." He states, Tord looks into the darkness taken aback slightly,
"Pardon sir?"
"Your mistakes, Red," the head of the council restated with malice in his voice, "you have had an increasing number of mistakes, blunders and screw ups increasing in size sense your last big mission, which was over a year ago!" A loud thump of a fist hitting an oak table rings throughout the room, "Don't think we didn't see your little plan or your other antics for the past three or so months." Tord stands his ground staring into the dark as the head of the council increases his voice more as he starts to ream Tord.

"So as punishment the council has collectively decided that, you'll be kicked out of the army. For now. We will contact you with a deal to return, if, or when you are needed. Go pack your basics then leave immediately. Guard make sure he does what he's told." A guard emerges from the darkness and grabs Tord dragging him back to his room.

The guard stands in the corner of his room and tosses a green  duffle bag at Tord. Adam walks by and stops abruptly and looks in at him. "Tord?"

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"Tord?" Tom asks, said Norwegian looks up from where he was apparently staring. "You ok? You stopped talking once you got to the getting yelled at part." Tord clears his throat weakly before muttering,
"Yeah." Tom looks at him suspiciously and nods,
"Ok then," Tom sighs "follow me."