The Traitor and The Communist

Wait What

Song- acceptable in the 80's by Calvin Harris

"Adam?" Tord looked the employee up and down, even with his obviously fake wig on, Tord could see his shiny black hair peaking out. Adam tensed and pursed his lips, his calculating eyes scanned Tord over, internally debating something. He let out a disappointed sigh as he reached up to scratch at his wig.
"Am I that poorly disguised?" Tord crossed his arms across his chest and raised an eyebrow skeptically,
"Yes." Tord said bluntly.

He shook his head and grabbed the money off the counter where Tord had dropped it, he shoved it into the run down cash register crumpling it as he does so.
Tord leaned onto the newly emptied space on the counter, trying to ignore the, what he hoped were; sticky slushy stains.
"Why are you even here." Tord asked in a commanding tone.
"Don't," Adam spat, his back turned on Tord, making his corn dogs.
"Wha-" Tord started,
"Don't use your leader voice on me." Adam interrupted, twisting around for a moment to point an accusing pair of tongs at Tord, before turning back, his apron shifting slightly as he did so.

Then Adam sighed again,
"Sorry, it's just," Adam made a frustrated sound, he raised his hand up to his wig, but let it drop back to his side before it touched his wig. "It's been really stressful." Tord stood up,
"How so?" Adam turned around and passed Tord one of the corn dogs jammed poorly onto a popsicle stick.
"That one is one the house." Tord nodded and grabbed some of his meds, then took them as he started eating his corn dog.
"Thanks." Adam looked at Tord with a puzzled expression, he stared at where the label of the bottle was, cogs were turning gears in his brain.
"You have meds now? I heard you went to the hospital but, jeez, were you really that bad?"

Tord wiped his mouth with the back of his hand,
"Answer my question first, then I'll give you the run down." Tord deadpaned. Adam let out a huff and tapped his foot,
"I'm really not supposed to say." Tord leaned back onto the counter, his head resting in the palm of his hand. Tord looked up at him expectantly.
"Stop being dramatic dude." Adam pursed his lips together, he tensed and untensed his arms at his sides .
"Fine," Adam looked around before leaning down next to Tord, "the higher ups are freaking out right now man. We're not having any luck getting new recruits."
"Still?"
"Yeah, Orange and Yellow are gaining members, they'll be bigger than us soon."

"Hey, Tord everything okay over here?" Adam and Tord jumped at the sound of Edd's voice. Tord stood up and backed away from the counter slightly, holding his hands up defensively like the counter was a wild animal.
"Oh, uh, hey. Yeah it's fine, we're," Tord paused quickly as he tried to remember, "friends. I'm just catching up with him." Tord rubbed the back of his neck with his metal arm, and winced as it pulled out some of his hair. Edd looked from Tord to Adam then back,
"Oh okay." Edd mumbled wearily. Adam turned around then back and handed Edd two corn dogs in grease soaked paper dishes,
"These are for you right?" Edd nodded slowly,
"Yeah thanks," he turned towards Tord, then pointed to some old looking picnic tables, which had their the paint peeling off, Tom and Matt where already sitting there, "We'll be waiting over there when you two are done." Tord let out a hum of acknowledgement then Edd went off in the drection of the tables, corn dogs in hand.

"Was that one of them?" Tord whipped around at Adam speaking,
"Yeah," Adam gave Tord a knowing nod, he used his index finger and scratched at the counter top, "anyways, what were you saying about them?" Adam pursed his lips again,
"That was pretty much it, they've been suspiciously quiet." Tord ran a hand through his hair, stopping before it ran through fully, leaving part of it more spiked than the other.

"Wait if we're low on soldiers why are you here? Shouldn't you be out scouting?" Adam looked away from Tord, his mouth was pulled into a thin line.
"Actually I'm not the only one here."
"Wait what." Tord growled, slamming his hands on the counter. Adam backed up slightly. His hands up in surrender. Tord brought his left hand up to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose, leaving little crescent shaped moon marks.
"Do they realize how wasteful this is! Why the hell is there anyone here anyway!" He dug his metal fingers into the counter slightly, an audible crack sounded off as he did so.
"Hey! Hey, calm down." Adam reached out and held Tord's shoulders gently rubbing circles into them with his thumbs.
"Breathe Red, breathe."