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A Little Light of Love	By : squallstorm Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer:
I do NOT own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters.....I'm just
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Author's
note:

Thanks
to ZaKai for reading through this chapter and finding all my many
mistakes.

Aino
Hikaru drew me ANOTHER fanpic! O_O This one is of Isabella...I'm so
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Chapter
13

The
Seniore stretched, bending his body up off the low couch. The little
show Johann was trying to put on wasn't entertaining him at all. In
fact, he hadn't really looked at the man since he had laid eyes on
Edward Elric, his latest obsession. He signaled to the twins on
either side of his seat, and they advanced on the undulating naked
form on the floor.

Sensing
their approach, Johann stopped all movement, and stood awkwardly
placing all of his weight on his good leg. Taking the proffered robe
from one the of the twins, Johann wrapped himself with as much
dignity as he could muster. Thus covered, he stood awaiting the
pleasure of his master.

“How
about something more.....vigorous?” The Seniore suggested.
“It's been a while since we've been together like this, how
about you show me that your skills haven't dulled,” his eyes
twinkled as he addressed the twins.

The
twins grinned equally, as one of them pushed the small man off to the
side. Mirroring each other with eerie timing, they pulled off the
black shirt of their uniform, dropping it to the floor at the same
time. Their muscled, lean bodies tensed and flexed as they began to
circle one another. Their slicked back, closely cropped, white blond
hair, caught the muted lighting from the lamps around the room,
making them appear bald.

The
Seniore smiled at his very first finds. The twins had been found
much like Eberhard, starving and abandoned on the street. When he
had first taken them in, it was with the intention of making them
apart of his harem, but they demonstrated a fierce ability to fight
and copy any fighting style. He wasted no time in having the young
boys trained to their fullest potential, and he wasn't sorry with the
result.

As
they began to spar, the twins speed increased, and their intensity
grew. The Seniore was pleased to note the increase in their
movements, they must have been practicing while they were stuck here
with out him, but someone had to monitor his interests here and he
didn't trust anyone else to do it properly.

In
fact, watching the twins bodies become slick with sweat made the
Seniore's mind wonder into his fantasies. What would the body of
Edward look like flushed beneath him with his blond hair pillowed
across the bed and those very unique metal limbs glinting in the half
light? That brief taste at their apartment had left him in such a
state when he returned here, that he'd taken Johann and practically
worked him through the mattress. It wasn't enough. He was still
hungry. So he had gone to the cells to get a better taste.

Sighing,
the Seniore, smoothed back his hair. If only Schreck hadn't come
along when he did. He closed his eyes to remember fully how the
blond had cowered in the corner of his cell at the sound of his
voice. Bringing his fingers to his nose, he sniffed at the fading
scent of Edward's anus and shivered at the power of suggestion it
wrought throughout his body.

“Enough!”
The Seniore barked, making the twins halt mid strike. “Find
Eberhard, then I want the three of you to get Edward Elric and bring
him to me. I won't wait any longer. I have a feeling that they
don't intend to let me have him at all.”

The
twins bowed and bent to retrieve their shirts, restoring their
appearance. The Seniore watched their synchronicity with admiration
and considered once again why he shouldn't take them to his bed.
Maybe one of these days he would see if he could make the twins do
something independently of the other.

The
twins saluted, and turned on their heels simultaneously and left the
Seniore's quarters to carry out his biding.

- - - -

Eberhard roamed about
the halls, unwilling to go back to his room after his talk with the
little girl. He had a lot to think about. Why did it have to be so
confusing? Should he just leave and disappear, or should he confront
the Seniore and ask for his release.

Argh!
This is too hard, thought Eberhard to himself. I won't ever
be able to figure this out with out help. Stopping
in front of his favorite area of the base, the large man walked into
the animal testing laboratory. These test animals were they only
friends he had in this place....well now he had the wee girl too.

He wiggled his finger at
the nearest row of cages, letting the rats inside smell his over
large digit. They were accustomed to his presence by now. Had it
been anyone else and they would have been jumping over themselves in
agitation. Further down the line, the large dogs were whining their
impatience. Moving down the row of cages, Eberhard greeted the first
of the dogs. The animal eagerly licked at his fingers through the
mesh door.

He made sure to spend
equal time with each of the dogs caged here. Once he finished his
rounds, he got out some kibble and refreshed their empty bowls and
did the same for their water. Now fed and watered, the animals were
relaxed enough to lie down in their cages and enjoy a small nap.

Sitting on the floor
near the dog cages, the giant pillowed his head in his arms, trying
to find a solution. He was careful not to touch his brunt face as he
thought about his options. The giant spent well over an hour just
sitting in the animals company, letting his mind drift over all the
possibilities for his release. Each one he discarded as being too
hard, to pull off on his own.

He mentally shook a
finger at himself. This was getting him no closer to a solution. He
fingered the bracelet as he stared off into the distance. He needed
help, plain and simple, but who could he turn to? One of the dogs
next to him grumbled low in its chest. Eberhard looked over to see
the animal looking at the door. The giant strained his ears to
detect any sounds of approaching feet that would have put the dogs on
alert.

More of the animals were
raising their heads now, and cocking their ears from side to side.
Finally Eberhard could hear click-click of booted feet on the floor
coming closer and closer. Many of the dogs stood and began to turn
in their cages, pausing to look at the door and then turn again.

Eberhard watched as the
handle was turned and the door was thrown open, banging against the
row of rat's cages behind it. One of the Seniore's twins stood in
the doorway. He hooked a finger at Eberhard, before spinning on his
heel and walking away leaving the door open for him to follow.

The lanky blond officer
strode down the hallway leading the way to the Seniore's quarters.
Eberhard could tell he was in trouble by the way the man in front of
him glared at him. He should have obeyed his orders to remain in his
room, and not wonder around visiting the prisoners and the lab
animals.

On another note,
Eberhard wondered why the twins didn't have names. He often thought
that it was strange that the Seniore didn't name them when the twins
hadn't remembered their own names. What did they call themselves
when they were alone?

As they rounded the
corner, they met up with the other twin and they fell in to step at
the same time, matching step for step, arm swing to arm swing.
Eberhard shook his head as he watched them and followed the twins
into the Seniore's chambers.

“There
you are!” The sweet tones of his Seniore broke through his
thoughts and dragged him back to the here and now. “Do you
know HOW annoying it is to have to look for you? I told you many
times to always be in your room when you're not needed. Why can't
you seem to do that?” he paced the floor in his agitation.

“I'm
sorry, Seniore. Is there something I can do for you?” The
giant asked, making sure to keep his voice low and even.

“Yes!
I need you to get that
boy and bring him to me. This one is no good anymore.” The
Seniore stopped in front of Johann and pulled him away from the chair
he was leaning on, shoving him at Eberhard.

Johann stumbled, as his
wooden leg locked throwing him off balance, and he fell in to the
arms of Eberhard, crashing his face into the giant's hard chest.

The man slowly raised
his head and looked back at his tormentor and master. He used to
have power and sway over the other men the Seniore kept back home,
but with the threat of losing that, he had pushed too much and had
forced the Seniore's hand. Their brief time alone had done nothing
to redeem him in the eyes of his master. Now there was nothing, the
Seniore had already taken so much from him; his leg, his family, his
life.

“I'm
sorry....please don't do this.” Pleaded Johann one last time.

“I
don't think they'll let me take him, sir.” Eberhard mumbled
into the head of the huddled form in his arms.

“I
don't want to hear your excuses. Just get him, make something up if
you have too, I don't care, just do it!” The Seniore demanded.
“I don't want to hear another WORD from your mouth, do you
hear me!” The Seniore yelled at Johann, pointing at him like
he was filthy. He sneered at his old toy, when the blond's face fell
and Johann would no longer meet his eyes.

“Okay.”
Eberhard said, his voice small and unsure. He turned the limp blond
in his arms around and guided him out of the Seniore's quarter's,
feeling the full weight of the Seniore's gaze on his retreating back.
What was he going to do now?

- - - -

Ed
tossed in sleep, tangling himself in the blankets. Moaning his
distress, Ed flung an arm over his face. The drug that Roy had given
him, had thankfully, put him to sleep quickly, but it did nothing to
stop the nightmares. The Seniore was touching him again, and
again, and again.

Over
and over, Ed tired to stop those hands, but somehow he seemed to lose
every ounce of his strength. He was as weak as a baby. His hands,
which were trying to fight off his molester, were caught easily and
pushed above his head into the wall at his back. Ed whimpered as his
legs were forced apart by the Seniore's knee and he leaned in close
to nuzzled at his ear. Ed shivered in disgust.

This
is how you do it, you see? The
Seniore explained to the watcher in the shadows. Ed started, he
didn't realize that there was anyone else here. Searching through
the gloom, Ed sought out the hidden form and pleaded with his eyes,
trying to make the watcher help him. And like this.
The Seniore ran his free hand along his lengthened rib cage,
kneading the muscle on his way to his hip.

I
see, yes. What about when you touch....that place?
The watcher asked. Ed whimpered again, he wouldn't help him. He
was on the Seniore's side.

You
mean like this? The Seniore
shifted, dragging his hand from Ed's hip, over the top of his pelvis.
He paused and caught Ed's eyes. Licking his lips he shifted his
hand lower.

- - - -

Roy
woke to hear Edward groan in seeming pain, bathed in sweat and his
face contorted in a grimace. Pushing himself away from the wall at
the end of the bed he was propped up against, Roy crawled across the
mattress in order to wake the thrashing man.

“No.....stop....ahhhmm...”
Ed moaned, his right arm flying out across the bed.

The
metal hand came flying at Roy's face, too fast for him to move or
block, it caught him across the cheek. He fell backwards on to the
floor, landing heavily on his hip.. He glared angrily up at the
still thrashing blond, as he rubbed his tender face.

“S-stop...don't...touch...arhgg...”
Ed's body arched off the bed, his head thrashed from side to side.

Rolling
on to his feet, Roy stood at the side of the bed, looking down at the
man in distress. As soon as Edward stilled for a moment Roy reached
down and pinned his arms where they lay and leaned across his body to
immobilize him further while Ed lay on his back. “Edward, wake
up, it's just a dream.” Soothed Roy.

“No!”
Ed's head rolled from side to side. “Don't watch!” Ed
voice rose to a loud shout.

“Edward!
Wake up!” Roy raised his voice over Ed's trying to reach him.

“Ah!”
Ed's eyes snapped open, staring blankly up into Roy's face, as two
fat tears leaked out of each eye. “...What...?”
Realization came slowly, and Ed pushed Roy of off him, to bury his
face in his arms. He didn't want Roy to see how disturbed he was,
and he didn't want Roy to see him cry either.

“Are
you okay?” Roy asked softly. Although he'd been pushed away,
he remained seated on the bed, watching as the other man fought for
control. The only answer he got was a shaky sigh. “Would you
like a glass of water?” Without removing his arms from his
face, Edward nodded. Roy smiled softly and went to fetch the water.

God,
that was a horrible dream.... Ed
rubbed his face, trying to dispel the last traces of it before Roy
got back with his water. He could hear the water splashing into the
sink. Bracing himself against the head board of the bed, Ed
rearranged the blanket to cover his lower half. Still somewhat
shaken from his nightmare, Ed watched as Roy crossed the room, glass
in hand, towards him. Sighing, Ed reached out for the glass that Roy
presented him.

“Wanna
talk about it?” Asked Roy as he watched the blond gulp down
the water.

Not
trusting his voice, Ed just shook his head no, as he wiped his mouth
with the back of his left hand.

“How's
that fever?” Roy palmed the blond's forehead and was pleased
to note the slight drop in temperature. “Looks like you're on
the mend, those drugs are working pretty well.” Roy took the
glass from the still silent blond and placed it on the floor beside
the bed.

Ed
looked across the bed at the man seated by his thigh, and was pained
to note a growing red mark on the other's face. “I did that,
didn't I?” asked Ed, his face a mirror of the concern in his
voice.

Roy
tried to swallow the lump in his throat when he looked into those
golden eyes. The blond was so open right now it was shocking, and a
little unnerving. “Oh, this?” Roy fingered his tender
cheek. “No, I got that from leaning on my hand while
sleeping,” lied Roy, hoping Edward would buy it. The blond
just looked at him for several moments before dropping his eyes to
his lap and nodding.

“So,
what now?” Ed finally broke the strained silence.

Roy
looked up at the question to see Edward, seemingly in control of his
emotions again. In some small part of his mind, he was glad. That
was too much raw emotion to deal with from someone he'd just met over
48 hours ago. Snatches of a journal entry hastily written a few
months ago, seemed to take on a new life in Roy's eyes. This man was
so scary and engaging....Roy wasn't sure which way was up.

“Well
I passed the deadline to meet up with the inflation team.” Roy
pulled back the sleeve of his dress shirt to check the time, “by
almost, heh, three hours. Wow, that was some sleep,” he said
to fill in the awkwardness he was feeling. “I'm not really
sure what we should do now. This place is hopelessly confusing.”

Clearing
his throat, Ed asked, “Roy, do...um...” Sighing, Ed
changed tactics. “Is there....” Ed plucked at the
blanket, wondering why he just had
to ask this guy, NOW, if he had any girlfriends or maybe even a wife
at home. After having that dream, Ed wondered even if he was lucky
enough to find someone to love him, would they even want him after
that thing had been
done to him?

“Got
some idea's? Come on Edward spit them out.”

“Ah,
call me Ed—I wanted to know....well....” Ed looked down
at his lap and his metal right hand resting on this thigh, and then
over to his left hand. He fingered the bandage on his wrist and
hand, noting the care and time that had been taken to take care of
him.

Roy
waited for whatever the blond was trying to get out. Ed just sat
there for a minute more before he lept up and bounced over to the
edge of the bed, crashing onto the floor.

“I
just got to use the bathroom.” Ed plastered a huge grin on and
directed it at Roy before hurrying towards the small room and
slamming the door shut.

Roy
thought the smile, however happy it may have seemed to others, looked
forced to him, and he frowned somewhat. Roy watched the blond's
flying braid disappear into the bathroom, and wondered what he had
wanted to ask. Was it something to do with the situation they were
in now? “Oh shit!” Roy sprang off the bed and rushed to
the bathroom, suddenly remembering what he had placed in there.
“ED!”

Resting
his head against the wooden door, Ed willed his heart beat to slow to
a normal pattern. He pushed himself away from the door, dimly noting
that Roy was calling his name. He turned around looking himself in
the mirror. Something strange caught his eye and he glanced at it
from over his shoulder.

“JESUS
FUCKING CHRIST!”
Ed threw out his right hand and smashed the mirror to tiny shards.
He ripped open the bathroom door and came stumbling out. “WHAT
THE FUCKIN' HELL! COLONEL--” Ed weaved over to Roy, buzzing
with anxious energy. “There's a dead guy
in there!” Ed pointed back at the washroom.

“Okay,
okay, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you,” Roy soothed, gripping
Ed's visibly shaken shoulders to hold him still. “And it's
captain,” Roy corrected.

- - - -

Mr. Maxton hurried down
the deserted corridor, his robe had been replaced with a suit and his
wild hair was tamed and neat again. He was the picture of modern day
decorum, all the best suits and styles hot off the best sewing
machines from Paris. He dressed this way in order to please Lady
Rose.

They had met several
years ago at a party that her husband was throwing for one of his
latest finds in the sands of Egypt. From that moment on, they
schemed and planned their way to the top of the Thule society, only
to meet disaster two years ago at the hands of the boy from
Shamballa.

Karl Haushoffer had
somehow discovered the son of Hohenheim while they were securing the
dragon. His meddling in to the affairs of the society had almost
destroyed them and the Führer. After reviewing the reports,
Maxton was sure that's where his predecessors had gone wrong. They
had involved themselves with that boy.

After that crushing
blow, Maxton had spent a year and a half researching ways to re-open
the gate. He had sacrificed many, many lives before he had finally
discovered that to open the gate they would need the blood of the son
of Hohenheim and a dragon. Thankfully Doctor Marcoh had taken care
of creating the dragon, but finding the ever moving Elrics had proven
difficult until they showed up in Italy. After news had reached them
about their location, things began to move very quickly. All seemed
to be working in their favor before now, before they associated with
that boy again.

He
just couldn't believe their bad luck, and by God that blundering fool
of a doctor would pay for this. Somehow Edward Elric had
been lost. LOST! Dr. Marcoh had frigging lost the Elric boy.
Maxton seethed. He increased his pace, tearing up the length of the
hallway. This had to be resolved immediately. The fool had come to
him shortly after returning to his laboratory to talk with Maxton
about some idiotic thing or another, and then he had mentioned the
officer taking Edward off his hands. Something didn't sit well with
him. The soldiers knew not to interfere with the lab staff. That's
how he knew that Edward had been taken. It all came down to Edward.
He was messing up the plans again, Maxton knew it.

Rounding the corner, Mr.
Maxton climbed the metal stairs up to the control room and pushed
open the door. He made sure to take the back entrance to avoid all
the construction going on in the main chamber.

Pulling
the door closed behind him, Maxton scanned the control booth for
Oberführer Schreck, and was extremely perturbed when he didn't
find him. Striding over to the nearest technician, Maxton mumbled a
query as to his whereabouts, and found out that he'd been away from
the tower for several hours. Maxton rubbed his lip in thought. It
wasn't like Schreck to be gone for so long.

Scanning
the room for the second-in-command, Mr. Maxton found the man standing
over a radio technician at the far end of the room, by the conference
table. Crossing the room on his long legs, Maxton motioned the man
away from the subordinates and relayed his news.

Without
wasting a moment more, the second-in-command marched over to the PA
system and flicked on the speaker, while simultaneously turning on
the alert system. “Attention! Attention! This is a level
three alert. All soldiers to your positions. Be on the look out for
the prisoner Edward Elric, and would Oberführer Schreck please
report to the control tower.” The klaxons could be heard
through out the whole base.

- - - -

Edward jumped at the
klaxon's first whine.

“Attention!
Attention! This is a level three alert. All soldiers to your
positions. Be on the look out for the prisoner Edward Elric, and
would Oberführer Schreck please report to the control tower.”
A slightly distorted voice issued from a small box over the door.

“Shit,
I guess they finally noticed,” Ed complained, looking over at
the small box with a growl.

Roy let his hands fall
away from the blond's shoulders, and cracked the door, peering into
the hallway. “No one's there yet, but I don't want to push it,
we should leave here soon.” He swung the door closed and
turned to survey the room. Ed was standing where he left him,
watching.

Pushed himself away from
the door, Roy started to rummage through all the various cupboards,
looking for anything they could use. Mostly he was looking for
anything that he might be able to dress the blond in that would make
him look less like a prisoner. That naked chest of his was
distracting in the most inappropriate ways.

“What
are you doing? And what about that guy in there? Care to explain
yourself,” Ed questioned Roy as he moved about the room. Ed
watched the other man work at what ever he was working at.

“No.
I was just doing what needed to be done. You should know about
that, being a major and all,” Roy said as he searched.

“That
...well actually my rank was more of an honorary rank, I was more
like a consultant—but you didn't have to kill the guy, you
could have tied him up or something.”

“Kill
him? What do you take me for anyway? I couldn't have him give us
away, so I drugged him.” Roy pulled out a pair of doctor
scrubs from the back of the cabinet he was searching and held them
aloft. They didn't look that
large. Roy crossed the room and held up the shirt against Ed's
chest.

“Get
out of it!” Ed swatted at Roy's hands and grabbed the shirt.
“You still didn't answer my question,” Ed told him as he
burrowed through the shirt trying to find the neck opening.

“I
thought I did. If he was left to wander he could have ratted us
out.”

Ed finally popped his
head through the elusive neck hole and threaded his arms into each
sleeve. He growled low in his throat as his right hand caught in the
cloth and he had to pick it out. “Just how long is that damn
alarm going to sound anyway?” groused Ed.

When he finally raised
his head to confront Roy again, Ed noticed that he was no longer in
the room. He turned all the way round and was just about to look
outside the door when Roy reemerged from the bathroom carrying a gun.
Ed stopped mid-stride and turned back as Roy approached him.

“Know
how to work one of these?” Roy asked as he waved the gun at Ed.

“Yes.”
Ed snatched the gun from his out stretched palm, checked to see if
the safety was on, and then shoved them into the rear of his shorts.

“You're
pretty cranky. Do nightmares always do that to you, or is it just
cause you're slightly...you know...” Roy nodded at him, and
waited for his response.

Ed narrowed his eyes at
him and decided not to dignify that with an answer. “So are we
going or what?” Ed pushed up the long sleeves in irritation
and stomped over to the door. He flung the door wide--

“Wait,
Ed! Not yet.” Too late; the door was open.

Ed turned towards Roy's
voice, but the look of horror on his face made Ed's stomach drop and
he turned slowly around. A small detachment of soldiers had skidded
to a stop as Ed had opened the door and they stood frozen in shock as
the small blond man forced a smile and slammed the door shut,
flicking the lock.

Roy rushed to push the
metal shelving unit across the door. It crashed into the wall and
spilled its contents all over the floor. Ed back peddled out of the
way of the mess, before rushing forward to help jam the shelf under
the door handle.

“Oh,
really well done, thanks for making this harder then it already is,”
spat Roy as he plastered himself against the wall, away from the
door. He un-holstered his gun and flicked the safety off.

“Shut
up!” Ed dashed away from the door and pressed his back against
the wall beside Roy. “Don't blame all this on me. If you had
told me your plans then this would never had happened.” Ed
reached back and fished his gun out of his pants and checked the
ammo.

The door rattled on its
hinges a few times before the shouting started. Ed could just make
out the soldiers arguing voices as they tried to figure out the best
way to open the door to get at them.

“So...ah,
any bright ideas?” Ed finally asked.

- - - -

Al looked up at the
small box over the door and listened to the alert. Frowning, he
re-doubled his efforts to get the manacles off of Isabella. It had
taken longer then he had anticipated picking the locks on his and
Noa's manacles. He happily noted that Isabella's wrists didn't
become raw like his and Noa's had from chaffing.

“Ha!
You won't be long from my side now! I don't know why you're acting
like this would be a bad thing, you might even like it, you know,”
Lady Rose called from the cell window, raising her voice over the
alarm.

Al just huffed as he
continued to work the lock of Isabella's manacles.

“It
would be WONDERFUL, oh Alphonse I could show you such things; your
toes would never uncurl.”

Al rolled his eyes, and
slumped his shoulders against the verbal cajoling he was receiving.

Isabella's eyes widened
at Al as he worked. She was pretty sure that that lady had done
something wrong but she couldn't yet figure out what it could be.
She glanced over at Noa standing off to the side, just behind Al's
back. Noa looked to be calm and composed but Isabella could see the
strain in her face. It was plain even for a five year old to see.

“Boy!
They'll be looking for me now.” Schreck pushed Lady Rose
aside in order to see through the small barred window. “This
is pointless. You don't want anyone to get hurt, do you?”

“Watch
who you're touching, Julius,”
Lady Rose snapped.

“No
I don't,” Al over rode Lady Rose. “But I'm not going to
go quietly back into that cell. You got some weird ideas about my
brother and opening a gate, and I'll do whatever I can to make sure
you don't hurt him anymore.” His voice rose somewhat as he
finished, but he didn't care anymore. Al was tired of trouble always
finding them. It was making him mad, but it was a slow anger. Al
could feel it growing in the smallest part of his stomach, just
waiting for the right time to bloom into full on hate. Shaking his
head at himself, Al focused on the task at hand. Isabella's freedom
from the manacles.

“You
don't have a choice in this. You will
help the Führer,
and if the cost of that is your brother's life then it should be
paid, gladly,” Schreck's own voice rose, as the passion for the
Führer
made his eyes gleam with fervor.

Al glanced over his
shoulder at the face in the window of Ed's cell, and fought with
everything he had to not be dragged into a verbal sparring match with
the man. To do so, they would be begging to be caught as they
delayed here. They must get moving and as far from here as they
could.

Al
finally got the last half of the manacle off of Isabella's wrist. He
gently rubbed the newly freed skin, trying to encourage the blood
back into a normal flow, before standing to stretch his back. The
insistent klaxon's were echoing around the room and outside, along
the hallways. Sighing, Al tried to focus his mind and plan their
next move. They had two guns, three pairs of manacles, a ring of
keys and a knife. What else?
He asked himself.

“Are
we going to find Eddie now?” Isabella asked from her seat on
the desk. She kicked her feet against the heavy walnut wood and
watched him. Al smiled down at her and patted her head.

“You
won't get far. My men know where to find me. They'll come looking
and you'll be caught. This is all for naught, don't you see that.
He will soon guide us
all. This is just pointless and worthless scrabbling around. Just
submit and it'll be over soon enough.” Schreck alternately
tried to convince and bully Al, but the recipient of these comments
wasn't paying much attention to them.

“Alphonse.”
Noa lightly touched his shoulder and he faced her. “I don't
think we have time to waste.”

“I
know, I know...just give me one minute okay, one minute.” Al
walked away from her and paced the floor. The whine of the alarm
needled his thoughts and left them scattered and fleeting. Each time
he chased after them they skittered away from his reaching hand. Al
was becoming agitated at the noise and his lack of action.

He decided that he
needed to check the hallway in order to make his decision. With a
semi plan in the works, Al paced over to the door and cracked it open
to glimpse into the corridor. Thankfully it was deserted and Al
could detect no booted feet coming from either direction.

He quickly shut the door
and gathered up the manacles, and handed the ring of keys to Noa. He
tucked one gun into his waistband and left the other on the table.
Giving the extra gun to Noa would be pointless, she didn't feel
comfortable with it, so they would leave it behind. Pulling out the
knife from his pocket, Al lifted Isabella off the desk and placed her
on the floor. Kneeling in front of the small girl, Al held out the
small pocket knife for Isabella to take.

“Why?”
Isabella asked, looking into Al's eyes as she took the folded blade
from him and rolled the knife around in her hands.

“Only
use it to protect yourself, okay?” Al told the five year old.
Not like it would do much in the way of damage anyway, but Al hoped
that it would be enough for her to distract anyone in order for her
to escape, if it came to that.

“Okay.”
Isabella could sense the importance of this and she threw her arms
around his neck and nuzzled his shoulder. Al squeezed back for a
moment and then pushed Isabella away, and walked, once more, to the
door. He cracked door and listened for a moment.

“Let's
go.” Al waved his hand over his shoulder at Noa and Isabella
while keeping his eyes on the corridor. He could feel Isabella's
hands on his backside. He glanced back to see if Noa was with them
too. He smiled at her worried expression and she seemed to relax
somewhat. “Here we go.”

“Alphonse!
Don't you dare leave us in here! I forbid it!” Lady Rose's
voice followed them out into the hallway. Al pulled the heavy metal
door closed, making sure not to make too much noise in case there was
anyone lurking around.

“Which
way?” Noa gripped his upper arm as she hissed in his ear.

“Let's
see...I remember that we made a left into the room, so we came from
that way,” Al whispered back and pointed up the hallway. “So,
let's go this way.” Al pointed down the hallway.

“Why
that way?” Noa hissed again looking around for signs of
soldiers.

“We
never went that way yet. Let's go see what sort of trouble we can
make.” Al pried her hand off of his arm and enfolded her hand
in his. He nodded to Noa to do the same for Isabella. “Stick
together, don't wonder off, and don't make any noise.”

“Right,”
Isabella piped up. Al smiled at her and he lead them into uncharted
territory.

- - - -

Colonel Tompkins paced
the floor in the small room his—now four man team—had
taken up residence in. Capitan Taylor hadn't shown up for the
appointed meeting, was four hours late, and now the whole base had
gone on high alert.

“Boss?”
Jones interrupted his train of thoughts.

Turning to face his men,
the colonel came to a snap decision. “Okay, new priorities.
We've got to create as much confusion as possible. We all saw what
they're up to in here.” The colonel paused, waiting for his
men to respond however they wished.

Each man grimly set his
jaw and waited for the colonel to continue in a rare display of
respect for the chain of command. The colonel's eyebrows disappeared
into the brim of his hat. Never....EVER! Had his men shown him this
silent acknowledgment. He mentally shook himself out of his shock
induced stupor and fought to regain the thread of his earlier
thoughts.

“Erm...what
was I saying....oh yes, confusion. We'll split up, destroy,
misdirect, and misinform as much as possible before the place
implodes. Use your discretion and pull out to the surface when you
no longer think it's safe. Any questions?” The colonel
waited. His men exchanged glances, and as Jones was the designated
mouth piece of the group, he stood and snapped to attention. Colonel
Tompkins couldn't help the small tick in his eyebrow.

“Sir!
We want to impress upon you just how much you mean to us,”
Jones practically bellowed. The tick became a twitch.

“Very...good.
At ease...?” the colonel suggested.

“One
more thing, sir!” Jones did bellow this time.

“Yes...?”
the colonel asked dreading whatever was in that wicked, sneaky, joke
loving mind.

Jones turned back to the
other two men still seated on the crates, and at his nod they all
stood and faced the colonel. With out meaning to the colonel took a
half-step back.

“Colonel...we'd
like to show our appreciation for all your hard work.” Jones
slithered forward, the other two men spread out, trapping him against
the wall with nowhere to go. The colonel looked at each face with
trepidation.

“What
are you gu-- Ugh!” All at once, his three subordinates
pounced, grabbing him in a wicked bear hug that forced all the air
from his startled lungs. “I...c-can't...breathe...ah.”
The colonel was pretty sure he heard his back snap and his ribs
cracked.

- - - -

“Tell
me again what the man looked like.”

Dr. Tim Marcoh squirmed
in his seat as the officer leaned over the table. “I should be
in the laboratory,” he whined, hedging for time.

“Answer
the question,” the soldier demanded, slamming the palm of his
hand on to the table top.

“He
was tall, I think, and he was wearing a uniform...” Tim
scratched at the corner of his mouth, “Oh yeah, he had slanty
eyes.”

“That's
what you said last time. We need more details then that. What rank?
German or Italian? What division was he assigned too?”

“I
don't know that stuff!” Tim whined. He made a point of not
knowing this stuff, it could only lead to trouble if he started to
notice and be noticed. This was the worst. How could something like
this happen at such a crucial time. He was already in a highly risky
venture with the Seniore and his own research back home, but now he
was involved with Thule and the Germans too; none of it by choice,
but it did offer a substantial research budget.

“You're
a doctor; it's your job to observe.”

“Yes,
but as soon as he mentioned Oberführer Schreck, I panicked.”
Tim slunk down in his seat and tucked his chin to his chest. He
knew that Mr. Maxton was outside the meeting room pacing up and down;
either waiting for some clue to find the boy or some reason to tear a
strip off of his hide. He hadn't seen him, but he could feel that
the man was out there waiting.

The
soldier stood and folded his arms across his chest, and proceeded to
study him. Tim cast his mind about looking for something, anything
he may have missed telling the soldier. He re-played the moment in
his mind, trying to bring the officer's face into view. Tim started
and sat up straight. An officer!
Tim thought excitedly.

“He
was an officer...” Tim closed his eyes imagining the officer
as he stood looking at the blond he had knocked aside. “And he
had a German uniform on. Yeah I'm pretty sure it was German.”
He snapped his eyes open, and grinned at his recall.

“Good
Doctor Marcoh, anything else?”

“Erm...”
Tim closed his eyes once more, replaying the event. The prisoner
got knocked aside, the officer told him about Schreck, and Tim had
rushed away. “No, really, I don't remember anything else.”

A soft knock on the door
interrupted any further comments the soldier planned to make. Tim
followed the man across the room with his eyes, and strained his
ears, trying to catch any bit of the mumbled conversation. Every so
often the officer that had been questioning him would glance across
the room, then his eyes would shift back to the speaker hidden behind
the door. Tim felt his unease grow with each glance his way.

The officer nodded once
and closed the door to resume his place on the opposite side of the
table. “You're in luck doctor; we just got a report about a
man hold up in a medical room; seems you're off the hook.”

Tim slunk down in his
chair in relief. That meant that Maxton wouldn't be waiting around
for him. Tim planned to go straight to his lab and never come out no
matter what. Whatever had possessed him to parade around with that
prisoner in tow in the first place was out of his system now.

“Doctor?
Are you paying attention?” The officer waved a hand under his
nose, disrupting his train of thought.

“Oh
yes, sorry, what was that?” Tim focused on the officer.

Sighing, the soldier
said again, “You can go now, doctor.”

“Oh!
Great. I'll be off then.” Tim pushed his chair away from the
table and stood, stretching his legs. “Bye.” He waved
as he walked towards the door and let himself out. Once in the
hallway, Tim looked both ways making sure that Maxton was in fact NOT
waiting for him.

Squaring his shoulders,
Tim walked away from the administrative part of the base, heading in
the direction of the far away laboratory, almost half a kilometer
from the control tower. He was going to make good on his promise to
himself and hide away until this was all done.

Plus,
he reminded himself. We still have to get back on track
with the research into that wonderful bomb they found several years
ago. Tim was sure they were
close to making a break through. He started to make a mental list of
all the things he had to review before he could make any real
progress.

“Marcoh.”

Tim started and looked
up at the looming presence in his path. “Ah, Mr. Maxto--”

“Don't
start. I heard the news. That's very...lucky...for you don't you
think?” Mr. Maxton caught and held Tim's gaze as he walked
around behind him. Tim felt rooted to the spot; he didn't dare move
his body. Instead Tim followed him with his eyes, twisting his neck
around to watch warily as Mr. Maxton sidled up behind his back.

“What--”

“Tim.”
Maxton gripped his shoulder in his vice like grip and applied some
pressure before continuing. “If you ever show off like that
again—but it's just lucky that soon we'll have the gate open.
Arrangements have already been made for the younger brother so he's
not a viable fall back subject; it's very...very
lucky for you that we have received word about Edward.” Maxton
squeezed even further, pinching the nerves beneath his fingers.

“Yes!
I'm sorry...” Tim's hand flew up to cover the source of his
pain, trying to work the vice like hand off. His knees folded under
him and Maxton followed him applying even more pressure.

“Never
do that again,” Maxton told the wilting form.

“Yes,”
Tim agreed breathlessly.

“Good.
Now go back to your laboratory, I don't want to see you until you're
needed.” Maxton finally released his pincer like hold and
stepped away from the shaking form on the floor. He smoothed his
suit jacket, and adjusted his tie before he allowed himself
permission to walk around the doctor and head back to the control
room.

Until
Oberführer
Schreck could be found, he would direct the recovery.

--
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