Tom woke up tired, very tired. So tired he didn't realize the smoke. He didn't realize the yelling. The yelling between Edd and Eduardo. How they argued about Tord. It took awhile, when he realized it all, he ran out his apartment room. He snatched whatever was in Eduardo's hand away. Adrenaline distracring him from the burning agony. Edd stood behind Tom, glaring at Eduardo. A very furious Eduardo only angrily huffed and stormed into his apartment. Finally, Tom let go of a heated knife, screaming at the pain. The fact Eduardo had one convinced him that dude was a bandwagining Youtuber.

      Tom was curled on the couch his heavily bandaged hand buried in his chest. He listened to Edd and Matt chatter. Mainly Matt halfly concerned. It was weird. "Edd you're okay right?" Matt would ask. "Y-yeah he was just screaming at us. Saying he saw Tord yesterday...." Edd would answer, then explained what Eduardo was screaming at him about. "Good! No need the thank me. I already know I'm dangerously handsome and considerate!" Matt would always reply. Tom found it odd how Edd would alyways put up with Matt's narcissistic ass. Then again Edd was a cinnamon roll, well that's what everyone thinks anyway.

      The leader was growing irritated. The sounds of the foot steps grew a better ryhtm as the day went on. It irritated him becuase the ground was starting to shake. He wanted to rest his head. Unfortunately the footsteps weren't the only things keeping him from sleep. Another thing. . . Tom. Yes, the eyeless man with a blue hoodie. The Norwegian man shook his head, wanting the thoughts to go away. No matter what, they didn't. What made it worse was the longer they were there, the more guilt crept up to him. He groaned at the thoughts.

       Luckily, as soon as he looked at his robotic hand, that guilt was quickly swept away with anger. Rage consumed him completely. He frowned as he heard a knock at his office door. He grimaced before calling them in. It was just their doctor telling him all the causalities. The leader shifted in his seat, listening to the numbers. By the time the doctor was done, he was angry once again. "DAMN FUCKING REBELLION!" He yelled as he bolted out his seat. He calmed down a bit when he realized the doctor's scared face. "Take care of them all, and hurry we might have more causalities soon." He sighed, realizing he had to get back to launching attacks.