Kimblee quietly combed his hair, watching the small stones that came out when he did. This comb, it wasn't exactly useful, stones were only worth money after all, and he had no need for it, but it was the only one he had right now. He was sick of hiding, but what Archer said, went… and he was too old to unlearn what he had known since childhood He finished, and wrapped his hair, then swept the stones into his had, staring at them. They were round and white, pearls, or perhaps opals, he had never had any looked at, so he didn't know, he dropped them out the window and put away the comb. Someone was walking in the hall, and clanking like crazy. That Elric brother? The one in the armor? He shrugged and went to the door.
A lackey tried to make him go back into the room, and Kimblee sighed, figuring he'd play along. But soon his patience was done, and he just got ready to blow him up. It was then that he heard the yelling, and turned just in time to see Marta trying to jump him with her knife. He grinned, this would be fun. Soon he was being held, and could watch Marta's knife as the two vied for control. He looked over at Al, and laughed.
"You gonna let her kill me?' He asked sweetly. Al ran and grabbed Martel, and Kimblee turned the lackey into a bomb.
The fighting took only ten minutes, from Alphonse's first kick, to when Mustang stepped in, and Kimblee felt sick, he was bleeding, but pleased… death was getting closer by the minute. He limped back to the room Tucker was in, and was met there by the fuehrer. He was told about his secret mission, and then the man left. Kimblee sighed, then turned and looked at Tucker. He was quiet and Kimblee shrugged.
"Prepare them… I'm going to go get a breath of fresh air." he said simply, and went up stairs. He was just in time to see Marta's death. He quietly leaned against the wall until the fuehrer left, then walked out and lifted Alphonse's head.
"Hey! Kimblee, what are you…" He stopped as Kimblee lifted himself to peer down into the hole. He sighed.
"Alphonse… Let me have her." he said, and Al was surprised to hear some sort of emotion making his voice shake.
"Why?" he finally managed to whisper. Kimblee shook his head.
"Just let me… I might be able to help…" he said, and Al allowed him to lift Marta out. Her throat was nearly severed, but she was breathing slightly, and Kimblee carried her off, leaving a trail of blood.