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Haph nodded, "yeah i can understand being sick. It sucks. Whenever i get confined to my room, the first thing I want to do is go outside. I can't stand being held in one place. But your lucky, they are both great people."

((I apologize for the brief interruption, but here's my intro. Use it, or not. I'll be up by 12 so send a message and I'll try to either update or delete this post if u don't like it. smile ))
A sickening crack filled the abandoned house. The young man resisted the urge to rub his sore cheek, as his arms were handcuffed behind his back, hindering such an action.
"I told you, my name is Florian Rothstein of Frankfurt. My father is Christoff Rothstein of the same city. You can look up my records in the archives!" He said in perfect German. The interrogator backhanded him once more. "Besides. What interest would a debunk secret society like Thule have in a simple police officer?" He braced for another one, but the man paused.
"Our job is to prepare the way for the führer to rise once again, and we will not have spies from America and Britain stirring up trouble!" He raised his hand once more. "Now tell me who you work for!"
"Alright, you got me." Florian slipped into English, knowing he had only one way out of this. "I'm British. Is that better? I've been sent to keep an eye on you Germans to make sure that what happened two years ago doesn't happen again." He mustered up what he could and spat at the interrogator's feet. The other two men around him shifted, their guns pointing at his head. His eyes scanned the room. His gun was just a jump away.
The interrogator let out a laugh. "I knew it! Eberhardt will be thrilled!" He spun around. "We will have to encode a telegram to him immediately!"
Florian waited until that exact moment to strike. He leaped up, taking the chair he was tied to with him. With one spin, he smacked one of the two guards squarely in the temple. The next whipped the chair out of his arms and hit the other in the stomach. Like a jump-rope, he brought his hands to the front of his body and reached the table where his affects, including his gun were sitting.
"NO!" The interrogator shouted, lunging at Florian.
As his fingers touched the cool metal of his revolver, Florian was knocked to the floor by a large body. He'd gotten two fingers on his pistol, but it was knocked to the ground. Florian wrestled one of his legs free from the frenzied Nazi, and returned it to his face. It bought him just enough time to grasp his gun and somersault around.
He heard a moan from beside the chair as one of the guards started to rise. Two bullets entered his body. One in the chest, one in the head. The other guard started toward him and three more flew. One grazed the side of his head, and the other two went through it. He leveled his gun at the interrogator, who was still rubbing his now broken nose.
"You are not going to bring a new world order. Just a new world war." He squeezed the trigger one last time. It clicked, but didn't fire. He squeezed it twice more. Nothing. He shrugged.
"DIE!" The german man lunged at Florian once again. This time he was more ready. He flipped the gun around so the barrel was in his hands and swung it expertly into the side of his final target's head, shattering the temple.
"You do mind if I decline the offer?" He said, as the man crumpled to the floor. He knelt down next to the dead man and unlocked the keys to the cuffs. "There was no way they could've found me without an inside source...well time to take care of the bodies." He rifled through the guard's jacket, searching for something. "Ah! brilliant!" He muttered, pulling out an address marked only Hauptbüro, the headquarters. He stuffed it in his pocket, and lifted his gun again.
"You okay, girl?" Three more pulls, three more clicks. He tried to spin the chambers, it wouldn't budge. He tried to pop them out, but to no avail. "C'mon, Whitney, what's the problem?" He banged it once on his hand, trying to get the damn thing out. It fired into the interrogator's body, and the chambers popped completely out of the gun. "Okay, girl, I guess it's time to take you and your sister in for a tune up, eh? Well let's clean up." After carefully putting his broken gun in his pocket, he picked up the bodies and threw them into the car he had been kidnapped in. Rigging the car to drive into the Isar River, then explode as it sunk. When he got to his apartment, he jotted down a quick letter to the address he found. "Cover blown. We had to dissolve. Send no more letters. Could be traced." He set that down on his desk next to his broken gun. "You're lucky it's my day off tomorrow, girl. Otherwise I'd have to use Victoria, and you know how bloody terrible she is in my right hand," He shuddered at the thought of it. "ah, well, those Elric brothers I've heard so much about will probably take good care of you. We'll go see them tomorrow. Good night, love." And with that, he shut the light off and went to sleep.
((Holy crap that got long! again, use it, or not. I can come up with something shorter if you like. I promise that only my 'me only' posts will be like this.))

"Munich? It's nice. There's lots to do, and explore. It's huge to someone like me who grew up in a small town. It's not home yet, but I think maybe someday it will be. What about you Haph?" Alphonse asked looking over at the girl.

"Edward?" Arrow asked following him. "What's wrong?"

"A whole lot of activity." Al said laughing in a 'you have no idea' sort of way. "If you don't mind my asking, Haph. Why did you move to Munich?" Al asked after a moment.

Reaching over, Alphonse placed a gentle hand on Haph's hand. "It's ok, I shouldn't have asked. You don't have to tell me anything. Sorry." Al said softly smiling a little at her.

((yay paranoia!!))

"Ah, I'm sorry." Al said, trying not to ask about it. He was worried about her. Then again he seemed to worry about everyone as of late.