The train ride didn't seem to take as long as it usually didn't. The two friends just laxed and didn't talk much as they were taken to the nearest town in the direction of the light. For all they knew the source could be farther away but all things need to be taken one step at a time.
"I think some kind of alchemy had to have been used in order to make that light." Al said matter-of-factly. "If it was something like a gas tank blowing up the light would have been yellow and orange from fire not green and violet."
"Must agree with you on that point." Chanticleer said as he stretched his arms. He had to tie his feathers behind his clothes as to not attract attention.
"Are we there?" Al asked as the train slowed down.
"I don't think so we've just gotten minor engine trouble, what do you think we're slowing down for?"
Just like what they did at Drahoe their first plan of action was to ask around the town for anyone that might have seen the light. A good portion of the people said they hadn't seen anything because they were asleep. Everyone else had a positive answer.
"I couldn't sleep so I just looked out my window and all of a sudden a flash of light illuminated the whole town."
"It was the brightest violet color you'd ever seen!"
"No it was green!"
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"All me and my friends saw it!"
"Looks like we came to the right place." Chanticleer stated.
"Now all we have to do is find out where it came from."
"That could be a problem. This town isn't exactly tiny and when all you see is light it's hard to find the source."
"You boys lookin' for that light?" a voice came from a nearby house.
Al and Chanticleer looked behind them and a man about thirty sat on a porch looking as though he knew something they didn't.
"You sayin' you know where the light came from?" Al asked.
"Yes I do, lad. What's it to you though?"
"Military business."
"Is that so." The man said as though not believing him.
"Yep, my friend here is a State Alchemist."
"Really, and are you boys going to arrest me if I keep my mouth shut?"
"You're the type that doesn't do anything unless there's a benefit for them aren't you?" Chanticleer couldn't help but say.
"Maybe. That still doesn't help you."
The Dawn picked up a stone and transmuted it into a miniature maiden of stone and started dancing at the mans feet once put down.
"You tell us where the light came from she's yours."
The maiden looked up at the man before ballet dancing on his shoe.
"This thing isn't going to crumble into dust once I tell you is it?"
"Nope."
He hesitated for a minute, watching the maiden jump onto his knee.
"Biggest building in town, there's no way you can miss it. No idea what caused it but that's where it came from."
He quickly looked at the mini figure to make sure it was still dancing.
"Thank you very much." Al said then he and Chanticleer left in search of the biggest building.
Later that evening"So, how are we going to get inside?" Chanticleer wondered aloud.
The man wasn't lying this building was huge, two stories with a basement. The seven windows at the base of the building made the existence of the basement obvious. A dim light flickered in a far corner but too bad for Chanticleer or Al neither of them could stick their faces down far enough without running the risk of being seen, so the basement was a work in progress.
"And this is the building that man told us about right?" Al asked feeling unsure.
"Biggest building in the whole town you cant miss it." The Dawn recited. "Unless there's a bigger building that we missed this is it."
"Hey look!" Al pointed at a light that just came on in the upstairs window. "Think that's a good place to start?"
"Absolutely."
"How am I supposed to get up there?"
"Um…Oh! I've got an idea."
Chanticleer took two small mirrors from his jacket pocket. "I knew these would come in handy someday."
"What do you plan on doing with them?"
"Sit back and watch the master."
The Dawn put his middle finger to the ground to create the neon blue transmutation circle. He placed the mirrors on it then activated the circle. Once the light faded he handed one of the mirrors to Al, clearly very proud of himself.
"I still don't get how this will help."
"Look in it."
Al put the mirror to his face and Chanticleer put his mirror to his.
"H-HEY! That's your reflection not mine!"
"See? I face the mirror somewhere and you'll see whatever it's pointed at."
"That's amazing."
"Now we've got a building to bust into. Help me get up into that air vent."
The vent was pretty high up so Chanticleer had to stand on Al's stretched out hands to get the wire off and squeeze inside. Actually no squeezing or wriggling was necessary since he was so thin. Too bad only when he started crawling through did he realize he forgot something.
Click, click, click, click…. click…click.
He forgot to put his gloves back on so his claws clicked on the metal. The noise was even getting on his own nerves.
"Quit being so noisy! I can hear you from down here!"
Blah, blah, blah. Chanticleer thought. Like he's any better at stealth.
He eventually had to move on his fists because to him the clicking seemed to get louder. The only real obstacle he faced was when he had to go up a shaft and got semi-stuck for a minute before continuing to the second story. After a while of crawling the Dawn heard voices and didn't hesitate to follow it. His hunt led to a dead end…in the shaft not the search. The shaft ended at the wall of a seventeen-foot tall room near the ceiling so it was safe to get pretty close without being seen. Unbelievable as it may seem the room was about thirty feet across and twenty feet long. Near the wall closest him, the Dawn saw an older man with a golf club and swung a golf ball to the other end of the room every minute or so. His silver hair had been pulled back; he wore a black suit with an expression of impatience.
Someone knocked on the door.
"Enter." He said, expecting it.
Three young men entered the room. Two were dressed like hit men and the third didn't look out of place for casual Friday. Even though the situation wasn't exactly the best Chanticleer couldn't help but wonder what Mustang wore on casual Friday
Chibi me -Oh come on! You're getting so close to the good part!
Me: I want to make many reasonably lengthen chapters. Not only a few that last forever. That and I like cliffhanger endings…
Ed – (fuming)
Me- What's the matter with you?
Ed – What's the big idea about the tree frog on the nose thing?
Me- That was just a suggestion! Don't get mad unless I do it. Besides, I haven't been able to find Kamikaze lately. Not like I'd want to put my sweet little friend in any danger. Anyway…the way this silver haired guy talks the Dawn can't help but think of Donavan, but with one difference… their way of distributing cruelty. But because if this guys malice the gang ends up with a few new friends.
