XII: Capture

Kimbley slept peacefully, his tail wagging over the edge of Roy's bed lazily. A perfect scene of tranquility, or as tranquil as it'd get with Roy gone.

The door burst open and before Kimbley could jump up to defend himself, several needles had sedatives rushing through his veins. He bared his fangs maliciously and collapsed, out cold.

"We got him." One of the soldiers said with a smirk. "We've captured the monster."

"Indeed. Go tell Colonel Archer. I'm sure he'd be delighted with the news of its capture."

"Good thing that doctor was on our side, huh?" Another said with a sick smile.

The leader of this expedition nodded and hoisted Kimbley over his shoulder. The poor chimera was trapped in a sack and unconscious, he couldn't fight back even if he wanted to.

The Fuhrer smiled at the news. He took a sip of his tea and looked at the soldier that had brought said good news.

"Wonderful news. I'll be sure to reward you and your men, Colonel Archer." He smiled again. "After all, it's not everyday you are sent to capture a known convict."

"Thank you sir." Archer replied, saluting before leaving the office.

The Fuhrer looked in at the sleeping chimera. He frowned and shook his head.

"Nice to have you back. But I can't have a nuisance like you running about. I might just have to execute Colonel Mustang as well. He knows too much." The Fuhrer growled, as he walked out of the laboratory