Just as Ferguson made it out the front doors, he had to duck quickly as a large cement ball blew another hole into the lab. Ed stepped out from behind a transmuted cannon. Several guards were knocked to the ground and were now trying to get back up. Mustang snapped again, torching them before they made it to their feet.

"It doesn't matter how hard you try, you won't be able to defeat all of them!" The old alchemist called out. Ed glanced in his direction, a confused look on his face.

"Are we talking about the same fight? Cause we're winning." Just as he said that, several more men came out of the building. "Oh,...you've got to be kidding me." Roy turned to see what Ed was grumbling about now and grimaced at the sight. Suddenly something large and silver ran though the doors. With two guards hanging onto him, Alphonse bolted out. As he passed Ferguson, he hit him on the back of the head, knocking him out. "Alright, good thinking Al!" Coming the a halt, the two guards fell off him and the others seemed to all stop their attempt to stop the three intruders. Mustang sat down for a second, breathing hard. He was glad the fight didn't last much longer as the heat was making it difficult to continue.

"Okay, we need to take him with us." As much as Ed didn't like the idea of sharing a train with the mad man, he knew the Colonel was right. This was their chance to stop him. Besides the idea of leaving him here where he could figure out a way to hunt them down didn't seem like right either. He belonged behind bars. "I need to finish this. Both of you should go to the car. I'll be there shortly." Mustang pulled himself back to his feet. Edward had a bad feeling what he was going to do but followed Alphonse away from the complex. Even though the Colonel didn't want them to see what he was doing they could still hear the men yelling.

oOoOo

The Flame alchemist wanted nothing more then to sleep the rest of the trip home. However he would get no such luxury as he had kept his steady gaze on the prisoner. Ferguson was handcuffed and walked slowly in front of the Colonel and the Elric brothers. No one else occupied this particular train car which suited them just fine. Roy told the boys specifically on the way to the station while Ferguson was still out, not to mention to anyone his trip out there to rescue them. The question as to why was tugging at Edward's mind. Normally the Colonel would love nothing more then the praises of his staff and higher ranking officers. How he so bravely went out and saved them, yet again. But he seemed to have no desire for the spot light in this matter, not even that of finally apprehending Ferguson himself. As Roy forced the prisoner down into his seat, the older Elric turned to his brother.

"I want you to sit somewhere else, okay."

"But why? He can't do anything now."

"I don't care, I don't want you anywhere near him. I don't want him asking questions or even looking at you funny. Got it." Ed's voice came out slightly above a whisper but firm. Alphonse nodded and turned to sit a couple of seats in front of them, out of Ferguson's sight.

Edward took a seat across from him, next to Mustang. It was going to be a long train ride home and then he still had to deal with any consequences that awaited him. Trying to hide how anxious he was, he folded his arms in front of him and glanced out the window. The final whistle blew and the train lurched forward, moving towards Central.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ed could see Ferguson still staring at him. A devious grin plastered on his face. Roy kept to himself as though he was deep in thought. Although the worse part of the trip was behind them, he would no doubt have a mountain of paper work waiting for him and had to figure out a way to keep this whole ordeal quiet.

Edward shifted uncomfortably in his seat, pulling out his pocket watch as though he was looking for something to occupy his mind. Anything to keep his attention away from the creepy prisoner. Ferguson's head tilted to the side and his smile widen. He was amused at how he bothered this particular state alchemist.

"Is there a problem, Fullmetal? You seem so uneasy. Still worried about what I could have done to you and your brother?" Edward's head shot up, an equally sly grin concealing his true feelings.

"Not at all, just sitting here, playing with my official watch." He was like a kid with a toy. The Colonel rolled his eyes and let out a huff of air. "Yeah these are really nice, too bad you never got the chance to get one." The obnoxious comments were even making him feel a little better.

"Edward, that's enough. Just leave him alone." Ed's amber gaze turned to the scenery passing by as he leaned on his hand and stuffed the watch back in his pocket.

"He started it." Ferguson turned his attention to Roy, still smiling only now it wasn't so wicked looking.

"He is correct in that, I'm just so disappointed that I didn't get to finish taking him apart piece by piece. Such a shame." Ed's eyes wondered back over as he muttered under his breath.

"And it's a real shame the whole lab was destroyed. And after all that hard work." Roy's mouth pulled back in a thin straight line as he glared in the blond's direction. However Ed tried though he was not going to upset the older more patient man before him.

"Yes that's a shame too. Really wanted to get to your brother. Should have started with him, I guess. His body is so interesting." Edward bolted from his seat, his anger now evident.

"Shut up, you bastard!" He was seething as he breathed though a clenched jaw. Ferguson's cold eyes glared up at him, his smile now a maniacal toothy grin.

"Ah I hit another nerve, I see."

"Edward, go sit with your brother!" Roy's voice came out booming as he had to get control of this situation quickly.

"But he just..."

"Now, Fullmetal!" Ed furrowed his brow and slouched as he made his way back up front to where Al was.

"Thank you Colonel. He certainly has such a short fuse, doesn't he?"

"I HEARD THAT!" Edward hollared from the front but Alphonse was holding him back. The Flame alchemist ran a frustrated hand through his hair as he took in a deep breath. It was like dealing with two small children. He was just not up to the challenge right now. He had made the wrong assumption that Ferguson would try to escape or something but for some reason he didn't seem to care. Maybe it was because they destroyed his reason, Mustang knew well enough not to let his guard down. This man could not be trusted, especially after what he'd done to the soldiers who were sent after him.