A whine broke from the cage in the back. IT was full of fright and wonder of what would happen next. The sedatives had long worn off, those piercing yellow eyes wide and darting.
The cage was covered with a light blue sheet; it seemed slightly tender. But Kimbley knew that it was all a ploy. The Fuhrer hadno heart.
Zolf knew what the Fuhrer was now. He knew the Fuhrer's secret. Bradley was a homunculus.
He shuddered and slunk back into the shadows of the cage. He had to keep his promise to his master. He had to survive; he couldn't die. Not now.
Zolf howled softly, closing his eyes as his tail curled around his legs.
The Crimson Alchemist was a proud man, the Crimson Alchemist was not fearful. The Crimson Alchemist was dead. Only a terrified dog remained now. A beast that should- No! He had to live! For his master, only his master. For he was all that mattered now.
No one could or would change that. He still had his alchemy. He'd always have his alchemy, or so he hoped.
He had to get out. Had to warn Roy. He lunged at the bars but his shackles prevented him from grabbing them.
"Damn it!" He cursed, kicking out at the cage wall angrily. "Why is this so hard?" He barked sitting back down, his ears flattened against his skull.
"Trying to get out won't work, Kimbley. Animals should be stuck in their cages. Especially wild animals that could cause harm to the Fuhrer." Came a steady growl from a man in the shadows.
"Archer." Zolf snarled, curling back his lips to reveal sharp, ivory fangs. "This is all /your/ fault!"
"Indeed it is. Couldn't have a monster like you cozying up to Mustang." He said coming from the shadows. That's when Kimbley first noticed it.
Archer had half his body replaced with auto-mail.