A/N: More Kimbles/Archer, this time written from Archer's POV following Kimbley's death.
Disclaimer: (I always forget these :S) Kimbley and Archer do not belong to me, nor does the plot of FMA…hehe
A body is thrown from a building and even from this distance he knows whose it is. He would recognise that man anywhere, he'd spent enough sleepless nights memorising his appearance: how you could still see his ribs from years of crappy prison food despite his attempts to fatten him up, the way his hard gaze could simultaneously ignore you and tell you you were the most important thing to him…
He swallows hard, blinking back tears. He cannot cry here in front of his men and show weakness. No, he must continue with his plan and live to see another die, albeit alone.