2: The Rockbell Siblings
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It was nearly ten and the twins were still in their bed. The supposedly older between the two (even if only by a few minutes probably), Alfons,was on his back, snoring lightly despite the cold morning air and his open pajama buttons. Not really surpising, considering the way his younger twin, Al, draped over him like a blanket, his naked torso providing warmth, hgis head nested comfortably on the crook of Alfons' neck.
Winry sighed at the view before her. "This would have been such a great treat," she said to herself regretfully. "If they hadn't been my brothers." She pulled on the blankets again. "Wake up, sleepy heads! It's nearly eight!"
She was only greeted by Al snuggling even further against Alfons' chest.
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"Ah-CHOO!"
"Are you okay, Alfons?"
Alfons rubbed his nose. "I should be. Don't worry, Mum."
"Why can't she find other ways to wake us up?" Al complained loudly. "Using cold water to wake people up should be considered illegal!"
There was a considerable THUNK! when an empty magazine hit the side of his head. "You should be grateful I don't use a gun instead," Winry said from the door, her hands filled firearms and magazines which she then dumped on the table. "Okay," she explained, hands deftly giving a brief recheck before handing them out one by one. "Alfons' 92SB and sniper, Al's 92SB and Colt, and if they're easily jammed or missing or what ever your excuses are, AGAIN, I WILL make you two target practices. Understood? And I got new P-210s to replace the ones that you two actually managed to lose -- how the hell did that happen? -- and 2 rounds of magazines for each guns, don't forget to take care of them, you KNOW that if you don't clean them on regular basis--"
"They will explode and kill us instead, yes Winry, you've said it like every morning. Can I have my guns now?"
Winry huffed indignantly at Al before shoving one of the SIG-P210s to his chest.
Alfons chuckled at them as he began to recheck his 92SB. Satisfied with it (of course, this was Winry they're talking about), he slipped the rather large Beretta handgun into the holster on his back.
He was doing the same procedure with the SIG when the door to the kitchen opened to reveal a man, looking as if he had not sleep for days. "I'm home," he said, "Finally!"
"Dad!" Winry went to him and kissed his cheek. "You stink. Didn't you take any shower?"
Uley Rockbell laughed as he patted his daughter and immediately made a beeline toward his wife in front of the burner to sweep her off her feet, literally. "I'd rather finish my work as soon as possible so that I can go home to my beautiful wife, daughter and sons."
"High sugar rate alert," Alfons said seriously, in a voice resembling an announching system, as the parents began to kiss. "Please follow the evacuation procedure."
Al and Winry nodded solemnly and grabbed some buttered toasts, before the three of them escaped the kitchen.
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"Hamburgers, Al?"
"Oh come on, Fonzy, we're on a watch. It ain't no time for steaks and caviar."
"Shut up, you two, I see the target." Winry growled at them as they began to go after each other's necks ("It's Alfons, not Fonzy, you ninny!" "You're the ninny!").
The twins immediately turned their attention toward the building across the street. Indeed, the old man that was their target was just going out of the main door, flocked by his bodyguards.
"Eurgh," was Al's comment. "They look nasty."
Alfons looked on thoughtfully as the group entered a car. "Should we lure the target or just kill the others along the way?"
"The Don wants the information by 3 PM," Winry said, glancing at her watch. "I don't think we have the time."
"Alright."
With that, Winry released the break and stirred their car to follow their target.
Two hours later, near a secluded lake one hour away from Central City, Winry started the engine again as the twins entered their car once again. "Well?"
Al wiped his gun, grinning broadly. "Got it. Let's find a phone. The underboss would love to hear what the oldman had to say."
Alfons sighed at his blood splattered shirt before he began to unbutton. "Can we go to the steakhouse after that?"