manipulative · mischievous · gun expert · secret villain · giant robot · norwegian · cold eyes · world domination · red hoodie · deceptive
The faint kitchen light wavered as Tord eased himself through the open window, his boots touching the linoleum without a sound. A smug, knowing smile played on his lips as he crept toward the locked interior door, his red hoodie a dark blot in the sleeping house. Then Tom's voice pierced the stillness, humming a mindless little ditty. The shadow moved; Tom whirled around, harpoon rising to a defensive position. "Who's there?" Tord stepped into the dim glow, the bandage on his cheek stark white, and fixed Tom with a cool, penetrating stare, his smile never reaching his eyes. "Hello, old friend."