1) Quick, kick him in the shins and run!

.... You drive your metal foot into his knee, making Garwin buckle and clearing a path to escape. You move to make a run for it; but suddenly you hear a soft click behind you. You freeze.

The gun is put to the back your head. "Foolish boy. Your murder will undoubtedly cause us unwarranted trouble...but there is no alternative. We don't know how much you heard."

You slowly move your hands together, so as not to make him suspicious. He may know who you are but that doesn't necessarily mean he knows how you do alchemy--

"That's right," Garwin says behind him, sounding even more irritated than Brigman, and more smug. "Little Elric and his famous circle-less alchemy. All you need to do is clap your hands."

You swear. This time not so briefly.

"Hands where we can see them, Elric."

You warily lift your hands, wishing you were at least facing the other way. Your mind races, searching for some way--any way--to escape, but Brigman's gun--

"Excuse me, sirs, I'm going to need my brother back."

Your eyes widen. You've never been so happy to hear Al's voice.

The gun drops away from your hair, and you think it's safe to turn around cautiously....

Brigman and the alchemist are both looking at Al incredulously, as if they've never seen a suit of armor before. You notice he's holding a bag with grease seeping into the bottom. You take that as a good sign.

But that was the only good sign to be seen. Although Al's voice was calm, his stance was anything but. He was tense, ready to fight. He was also angry.

You gulp. You know he's angry at you for ditching him and/or making him worry--again. Not at the two men.

"Hey, Al," you say weakly.

"Alphonse Elric?" Garwin asks, surprised. "I thought he was the younger brother."

"I am," says Al. They all look at you. You scowl.

"I'M STILL WAITING FOR MY GROWTH SPURT, OKAY??"

Brigman smiles. You stop ranting and get ready to fight. But the fight never comes.

"We must have had you mistaken with someone else," the man says apologetically. You don't believe it for a second. They can't fight two master alchemists at once: They're outclassed and they know it. "Sorry for the misunderstanding." The gun has disappeared.

"Misunderstanding my--" Your furious retort is cut off by Al.

"Yes. Goodnight then."

Garwin nods. "We'll be keeping an eye out for you." There's a slight edge to his voice, and you know that they will.

You watch them warily as they set off down the street. You wish you could arrest them right there, but majors don't have that power. And besides, you have no proof.... And then there's Al to deal with....

1) Follow them. This isn't over yet!

2) There's nothing more you can do. Explain what happened to Al and let it go.

3) This calls for reinforcements. Head straight to Mustang's office and make him do something about it.