My word processor wouldn't work! AAAGH! But I'm updating now.

If I haven't mentioned it yet, the BBC is the British Broadcast Corporation.

Disclaimer: I don't own it. Wish I did. Don't own BBC, either.

Robby was on the couch with a book when Alphonse got home. The first thing Alphonse did was go into an all out panic mode. Had they been inspected? Did Robby suspect something?

"So, who's the lucky lady?" Robby teased.

Alphonse sighed inwardly. Was that all? "Not telling," he said. It wasn't exactly a lie.

"Well, a busy boy like you had better get some sleep," Robby said. He got up and plopped down on his own bed.

Was that jealousy, Alphonse wondered. No. Robby wouldn't be jealous. He abandoned that train of thought and went to bed, stepping over Edward's sleeping form on his way. Oh, well. Whatever it was, Robby would talk about it sometime.

He yawned and stretched and crawled into bed.

Alphonse leaned over Ed's shoulder. It had been three days since the blizzard. "Let me see," he said.

Edward moved just enough so that Alphonse could see the rocket he was working on. Alphonse checked his calculations and smiled. Ed had been living with them for just a month and he was already drawing rockets that could, theoretically, fly.

"Vould you like to model it now?" Alphonse asked. "I'll even let you touch it if you promise not to break it."

"Why can't Robby?" Ed asked. "He's better at this than I am."

"Because every time he does, everyting is either in pieces or exploding," Alphonse explained.

"Does not!" Robby yelled indignantly.

Ed laughed.

The radio was on in the corner by Alphonse's desk and drawing board. He checked his watch and switched it over to the BBC. They started the broadcast on the war at four every afternoon.

"Hallo, hier ist London," the radio said. "Allied troops liberated the concentration camp at Auschwitz today…"

Alphonse glanced at the radio, wondering why they hadn't hit Poland yet as he got out scissors, a box cutter, and glue. That was a first. They skip enemy territory and hit a work camp. It sounded like they were out of their minds. Of course, Alphonse wasn't a great strategist, either.

Just as he sat down, there was a knock at the door. They all looked up. The German soldiers had never knocked before. Alphonse got up and walked to the door. He opened it a crack, peered out, and slammed it shut again.

"What's wrong?" Robby asked.

"Allieds. Dey've come for us," he hissed.

"What?" Robby demanded. "Why?"

"I don't know. Ve're only making veapons for de Germans," Alphonse snapped. "Ve must leave. Dey'll kill us."

"They're out back, too," said Edward, peeking out the window. "They have guns."

"Well, if we can't get out, we can wait or surrender," Robby said. "There are no other options."

Alphonse glanced at him, then at the door, and walked back to his desk. He opened the bottom left drawer and pulled out a small handgun. He tossed it to Robby and a knife to Edward, then produced a second gun from another drawer.

The knocks were getting more insistant.

"Ve have one otter option," Alphonse said.

The knocks stopped. A moment later, a splintering crack rang through the house as an axe head split the door.

"Dammit!" he yelled. "Do you know how much dat door cost me?"

"Heiderich!" Robby said. "Get your priorities in order. We're about to be chopped up and fed to dogs and you're worried about a door?"

the axeman took another swing, busting the gash in the door a little wider, just wide enough that Alphonse could see his chest from where he stood. Alphonse pointed the gun at him and fired. The man fell back, blood spurting from his wounds as his comrades pulled him away from the door.

Robby ran over and tackled Alphonse. "You idiot! We're going to get caught anyway! Don't make it worse for us than it already is!" he snapped.

Alphonse struggled to get away from him, thrashing and kicking. Somewhere in the struggle, the lamp on his desk was knocked over and the desk itself went up in flames.

Robby decided not to wait around. He popped his friend over the head and dragged the dazed young man out the door, motioning for Edward to follow.

Alphonse was deposited in a snow bank. Robby plopped down beside him. Edward was standing in front of him, fear in his eyes. A soldier led him away after a few moments.

Then hands were yanking him to his feet. His knees gave out about then, and he passed out.