When he came back to reality, Tord had his mechanical arm stretched out across the table.

Without more hesitation, he snatched the hand.
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Tord smiled darkly, his plans coming together. He sat back in his seat again, clasping his hands together. "Wonderful, min lille soldat. From now on, whenever we are outside this room or around other soldiers, I want you to call me Sir or Red Leader. It's a sign of respect. Understood?" Tom nodded.

"Good, now we need to get you a uniform." Tord looked down at Tom's clothing; a shaggy white tee and a pair of jeans. "Also, instead of being in the field as a soldier, I would like you to be my bodyguard, of sorts. You'll follow me around and take notes when we go to peace meetings. You'll be around me at all time, unless I tell you to fetch something. Seem good?"

    Inside, Tom was grimacing at the thought of being a bodyguard-like maid, but in order to have this worked out, he had to agree. He stood up with Tord and nodded his head, "sounds good, Red Leader."
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Thank you guys for 100 views. I didn't expect that since I just started this ff yesterday. My baby's also the 2 days old *sniffle* also, don't worry, Paul and Patryk will be coming sooon!