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The greedy, black hands pulled Edward into darkness, and the Gate slammed in front of him, cutting off Truth's amused smirk. He fell backwards, falling until his back hit the icy ground with a smack. Edward bit back a muffled groan, and let his eyes adjust to the harsh, dim light. A disgruntled sounding voice echoed in his ear, speaking a language which sounded very similar to Xing. To Edward's surprise, he could understand it perfectly. Must be from the Gate's knowledge… again.

"Who's that?!" A gruff voice called.

"I dunno. Some kid who shouldn't be here."

A muffled click resounded through the darkness, causing Edward to shoot his eyes open and lurch to his feet in panic. A circle of cold metal suddenly pressed itself to Edward's forehead. He froze, gasping loudly. The man was broad in the shoulders, with close-cropped dark hair and black shades covering his eyes. Another man was standing behind him, with silvery-blond long hair and cold eyes. Both men wore black clothes and the hand pressing the handgun to Edward's forehead was steady and relaxed.

Edward's eyes widened, and he clenched his fists. Assassins most likely.

Sensing movement out of the corner of his eye, Edward spotted the broad man's finger tightening on the trigger. He frantically ducked, feeling the bullet rip past his messy braid. Edward slammed his hands together and slashed his automail arm towards the harsh glint of the gun. The tip of the gun hit the ground with a muffled thud as the gun was sliced in half. Edward then followed up the attack with a punch to the broad man's gut, sending him reeling back.

A wet, white cloth was suddenly wrapped around Edward's mouth and nose from behind and cold fingers latched onto his shoulders, holding him in place. Gagging as the scent of chemicals assaulted his nostrils, complex equations swam through his head. It's chloroform… But how? Edward struggled to clap his hands together, picturing an array designed to weaken the drug's effects as his legs gave out from beneath him.

"We could have taken care of the brat ourselves, Vermouth", The long-haired man's voice purred.

A woman's voice coming from behind him replied, "The police have been tipped off about a drug supplier in the area, they're searching these abandoned warehouses one-by-one. They would be very interested in a kid shot to death, Gin".

Just as Edward lost his grip on consciousness and his surroundings faded to black, he clearly heard a loud clicking sound. The sound of a briefcase opening.


Inspector Megure slammed opened the door of Warehouse 5, followed by Takagi, Sato and Shiratori, holding guns with the safety firmly switched on. Dust coated the sides of the room, and spider webs hung, shimmering in the corners. Judging by the room, this warehouse was as empty as the others. However, nobody could say that the police did a half-assed drug bust. So Megure searched the left of the warehouse, Shiratori climbed the stairs to the next floor, Takagi stood guard by the door, while Sato went into the next room, deeper into the warehouse.

The police officers searched their assigned rooms, suspecting that this building was another dead end, until Sato's cry echoed through the rooms, "SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE!"

Footsteps pounded towards the back room as the male police officers raced to Sato's position. Hearts in their mouths, mentally bracing themselves for blood and carnage. Unfortunately, nothing could have braced them for grisly sight that met them.

Blood seeped from a small form curled up in a bundle of red and black clothes. Sato knelt next to the child, stroking a golden, tousled head. The child's eyes opened blearily, glazed with pain as he whimpered softly. Sato murmured words of encouragement and sympathy as Megure whipped out his cell phone and dialled the emergency number. Shiratori carefully lifted the clothes away from the boy, searching for a wound, frowning as he spotted a glint of metal.

Megure snapped his cell phone shut with a sigh. "An ambulance is on its way", his eyes studied the tiny figure sadly, "let's hope the child pulls through."