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Tom's POV
Day of Tord's execution.

I gave up.

I cried myself to sleep last night as I realized what would happen.

Tord will die today.

We did make a solid plan but it was too late.

We never got the location.

An inside man from the Purple Base was supposed to tell us where Tord's execution was taking place but he never told us.

He never contacted us again.

Without him, we had no idea where Tord was.

As I laid on the bed hopelessly, I heard someone knock on the door.

I get up and answer the door.

I opened the door to a man, almost around my age, standing there.

He didn't have a Red Soldier uniform on.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"My name is Orian Clearstone, but you can call me Ori," The man said, holding an orange in his left hand

"I know where Tord Larsson is."

I was confused.

"I'm sorry, are you a Red Soldier?" I asked.

"No, I'm with The Children Of The Harvest," The man said.

The man was... Odd.

The way he spoke was bland.

He spoke with no emotion.

"The Children Of The Harvest?" I asked. "I've heard a story about them, but I didn't know they were still around."

"Story?" The man asked. "What story?"

"I can't remember," I said. "Something about the Chinese symbol for rabbit being burnt into Purple Leader's stomach."

"Ah yes," The man said. "I was there."

"You?" I asked. "You were there?"

"That's correct, who do you think burnt it into his stomach?" The man asked.

I was surprised.

"Why would you do such I thing?" I asked. "Can you even imagine the pain he went through?"

The man smiled.

"I don't need to imagine." The man said.

What did he mean?

"C'mon," The man said.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"To go find Tord Larrson," The man said before walking down the hallway.

"Wait for me!" I exclaimed as I quickly grabbed the Red Leader coat and put it on.

I closed the door and quickly ran up to the man to catch up with him.

"How do you know where Tord is?" I asked.

"The Children Of The Harvest know everything," The man said.

That's...

Creepy...

"What did you say your name was?" I asked.

"My name is Orian Clearstone, but you can call me Ori," Ori said, beginning to peel the orange he had in his hand.

"Okay," I said simply. "Also what did you mean earlier when I asked if you can imagine the pain that Purple Leader went through, and you said you didn't need to?"