Da Jeffersonian; Approximately 20 minutes later
With a sigh, Ed stood up, now beginning to pace the floor. The minutes were dragging by, each moment multiplied into a thousand, every second stretching into an hour. "Honestly, how long is it going to take for them to get here, I've waited less for Mustang to finish his paperwork than this!" he muttered under his breath, annoyed at the world.
With that, Booth and Bones walked through the doors, a rush of air following behind as the doors closed seamlessly behind them. "Finally you two show up!" Ed grumbled, pushing himself up from leaning against the railing. "Now, are we going to catch a murderer or not?"
"Great, you're ready to go, we got caught in traffic, and now we get to go meet the SWAT team to try and catch this guy" Booth breathed, obviously as anxious as Ed to get out there. Cam could only watch as all three rushed out of the room.
Now- the Undisclosed Location
Ed was immediately greeted with a gun as soon as he exited the car.
As soon as he followed it, he was greeted with Booth. It took him a second to process that Booth was handing him the gun, wondering why he would even offer him the gun. Clearly, he has no clue that I could probably kill this guy in my sleep, let alone take him on... especially considering how he found me.
"I can't let you go in unarmed, but I can't let you stay out here, we might need you as leverage, or to actually identify this guy before we arrest him" Booth instructed, taking on an air of Mustang, overprotective and oh so annoying.
"Fine" he muttered, hesitantly gripping the gun, which looked stunningly familiar to the one Hawkeye had given him before. He undid the safety, before setting his finger near the trigger. "Well? Are we going to go get this guy or not?"
Booth was clearly shaken that a kid this young knew his way around a gun already, but with a sigh motioned for the SWAT team to follow behind. Within seconds, the door had been kicked open, exposing the rancid interior of the abandoned home. Ed walked close behind Booth, his finger tightened around the trigger of the gun, prepared to shoot at any second. Brennan followed close behind, hefting a ridiculously large gun.
The group finally came to the end of the hallway, to be greeted by a living room that was in no means livable. Trash was strewn across the floor, and rats skittered across the room, fleeing from the new intruders. The smell was over whelming, a cross between something rotting, and a smoldering fire, the fire one left behind by various junkies and smokers using the house for a hangout.
"Barry! 66! Whichever one you are now, come on out!" Ed shouted, causing it to echo throughout the house. "Ed!" Booth hissed, but it was too late.
"Oh, another pretty woman for me to chop up!" a voice hissed, sending shivers across the backs of everyone in the room. A figure slid into the living room, large and blocky, before facing the group.
"Ah, so it's 66 this time, damn, I was really wanting to see you in a real human body this time Barry" Ed said, while sliding in front of Booth and cocking his gun. Booth set his hand on Ed's shoulder, but he merely shrugged it off. "One sec, Booth, I need to see if he really is this time..." he cut off, before unloading the clip.
Bullets slammed into the figure in the corner, but the man didn't respond, the only sound that was heard was a hollow ring of metal hitting metal, until every bullet had been fired. "Well, damn, you are hollow 66, this really puts a damper on my idea, they arrest you, try you, and put you to death, making it so that I don't have to kill you, but no, apparently Truth has something against me" Ed huffs as the ringing of the shots subsided.
"Fullmetal? Man, I didn't think you would show up here! I thought I would just get caught in the rain or something, but this does make things more interesting!" 66 gloated, before his voice turned cold and hollow "This time I'm gonna actually chop you up, you don't have any military protecting you this time around!" With that, 66 jumped from the corner, the flash of his knife barely registering before it came down right on Bones.
Just as it hit, a clap resounded around the room, before the crackle of electricity, accompanied by blue sparks jumping around. When Brennan looked up, all she could see was the blade of a meat cleaver half imbedded in the now black metal arm of Ed.
"Geeze, Barry, I honestly think you got better since the last time, considering how I improved as well, this still isn't a fair fight for you" Ed hissed, his intent obvious. "Not a fair fight? Not a fair fight? Well, I'll show yo-" 66 began shrieking, before thick cuffs hooked around one of his wrists and was quickly hooked onto the other, forcing him to release the cleaver that was now stuck in Ed's arm.
Now to the car
The murderer was quickly surrounded by the SWAT team, and lead out into a armored vehicle, from which Ed had been told he would be taken to the FBI to be interrogated, which is why they were currently driving down yet another long, seemingly endless road, to go and 'interrogate' someone whom they all knew was guilty on all accounts.
