Sodor Fallout Thomas Novels & Stories

The four became fast friends and, by some miracle, spent the majority of their military career together. When they came back from the desert, Thomas had had enough and was ready to call it quits. He’d finished out his contract, and no matter what lies and compensation he was promised, he refused to extend it. Then he’d heard something had happened to Sanford and Dunn. Stateside. The two everyone had assumed would die in their boots were quietly discharged after what was deemed an accident, and it took Thomas almost a year to find where they’d disappeared to. He tracked them down in the wilderness of Ohio, of all places. They both had a hard edge and a wild look in their eye, and when he lear

"Madam, Master Carter let Second Master Carter go early this morning." Sylvia felt relief flood her. Then, she took her phone out of her pocket and found Thomas's number. When she was about to press it, the scenes of her being held down and coerced by Odell last night flashed into her mind again. After a few seconds of hesitation, she sent him a message. "Thomas, are you okay?" He replied in less than a minute. "Yeah." She thought about it and asked again, "Where are you now?" Thomas replied, "In the house on the outskirts."

Remember what I said,' Sage told me as she receded to the back of my mind. "I thought you said you'd be late?" I turned around and saw Thomas standing at the edge of the pond. Thomas was only wearing a pair of denim shorts, and I couldn't help it; my eyes roamed his body, taking him all in, remembering every curve of his profound body. Thomas cleared his throat. "I had another slave cover for me," I told him. He arched his brow, "Is that allowed?" I shrugged, "It is if you wanted to see me," Thomas shook his head and took off his shorts again, leaving him in only his grey boxers that strained against his muscled thighs.

Dodge sighed, putting his handkerchief back into his black vest pocket. “And why were ya’ out here? If you don’t mind me askin’?” “No, no… You’re fine,” He sighed, downing the whiskey before looking at Cassidy straight, she now stood. “I’m chasin’ after someone, he must’a passed through this land a day or two ago,” “A man…” Cassidy wondered, Thomas’ brown eyes widened. “Cassidy, leave it.” Thomas coughed lowly as he stood, sweat beaded on his forehead. She hardly glanced his way unlike Dodge who looked at him as if Thomas was no more than a pesky bug.

Mikel woke up next to me, and he knew something was wrong right away. "What kind of press thing?" I asked, but I already knew I wasn't going to like it. Thomas was on the screen, standing at a podium. It looked like it was at the downtown Marriott. Even at 78, he had that Romano presence, the thing that built a whole empire. But his eyes looked really scary—like he was coolly planning something, but also super mad. "Folks," Thomas started, his voice sounding like he had been talking in boardrooms for decades. "I'm not here as a businessman today, but as a worried family member trying to help a kid."

"How long have you been working for Uncle Mateo?" Thomas shifted his weight, not quite meeting my eyes. "About three weeks. I was passing through and needed work." Something about his answer felt rehearsed. I'd met plenty of rogues in my time with Uncle Mateo, and they all had their stories. Some were open books, others kept their pasts locked tight. Thomas seemed to be the latter. "Where were you before?" I pressed, watching his reaction carefully. He shrugged. "Around. East coast mostly." I nodded like this satisfied me, but my senses were on high alert. Uncle Mateo had taught me to trust my instincts, and they were sending mixed signals right now. Thomas wasn't giving off any immediate th

Frederick asked sternly. “Yes! Spare my life, and I can return all the life force I took from him right now!” Thomas nodded frantically. “Letting you off the hook won’t be an issue if you manage to do it,” Frederick said. He reached out to grab hold of Thomas, thinking of taking him to Lennon. Suddenly, Thomas made his move; the ground beneath Frederick collapsed, burying him in a mound of dirt. Meanwhile, Thomas turned into a stream of water and disappeared into the sewers.

His hair, a rich mixture of black and grey cascaded down his head, adding a touch of sophistication to his impressive presence. Beside him, familiar piercing blue eyes bore into mine, as if seeing right through my soul. "Mrs. Emily Stanford, I am deeply sorry for your loss,” Thomas Brown said, catching me off balance His gaze was intense, unnervingly so, that I struggled to maintain eye contact and for a moment, it seemed as though I was caught in a haze Tabitha's hearty laughter brought me out of my trance and without sparing Thomas another glance, I shifted my attention to Tabitha.

Thomas' angry face appeared on the screen. "Where have you been? I heard from the company that you haven't been there for two days," Thomas said. Thomas' temper flared up after he saw Thaddeus shirtless with many red spots on his body. "You rascal, did you go somewhere and catch a bad disease? You… You really disappoint me!" Thaddeus looked down at his body, feeling extremely embarrassed. What was Thomas thinking? Did he really think so poorly of him? "Grandpa…" he said helplessly. Then, he added, "I've had an allergic reaction and developed a rash. What were you thinking?"

I just hoped he could hold it till the end. “Back to the issue we were discussing,” another elder said. “I will summarize what we said so far for you.” I nodded. I already knew what he was about to say. There was a man named Thomas. No last name. He had been living among us, pretending to be a pack member. No one knew how long he had been here. There were no records of him anywhere. He had stayed hidden until recently when his account was frozen. The fool should have kept quiet, but instead he went to report it. That got him exposed.