full metal ferocity {Cass/Nyte/Ele}
Oct 15, 2014 19:34:38 GMT -5
Post by Python on Oct 15, 2014 19:34:38 GMT -5
R O Y M U S T A N G
Nine out of ten crimes are committed after sunset.
That was always how Roy justified their impatient waits for dusk. Whether they were roasting evidence in a gasoline-laced fire, pacing about Riza’s quarters, or analyzing their maps of District Three’s streets and alleyways, there was always some manner of occupying their minds. Tonight, however, was consumed by silence, yet there was a spark inside Roy that cleansed his eyes of their stoic sheen. He was perched by a front window, arms crossed thoughtfully against his chest as coal-stained irises peered between thick curtains. Outside, the sun’s final traces of light were fading. Darkness would be upon them soon, and there was a shadow for every sin their future targets would be pondering. Accompanied by this darkness would be a new moon, the perfect shield for lurkers. The perfect weapon to utilize.
Not tonight, he thought. Their newest target had a patterned sequence of crimes on record, all robbery and all committed at a different facility. His habits were translucent, however, making his next hit predictable. So claimed the analysis of Riza Hawkeye and Roy Mustang – except most of the credit was due to her. She had known exactly where he would strike next, and tonight was the night. His schedule was branded in their skulls. What remained was simply timing and execution. To the minute they had scheduled a departure and an arrival, and Riza was always punctual. Despite his eagerness for an early start, he was grounded to her living room until the clock struck the hour.
”Sir?” Her voice was warm, yet stern. Ideal for a woman practicing professionalism. No doubt the Peacekeepers would drool over the both of them once recruitments accepted their names.
That was his cue.
He nodded at her, oddly silent. In all honestly, there should be nothing special about tonight’s venture. Thieves were simple-minded, minor criminals whose offenses could be forgiven under the right circumstances. Apprehending him would require little effort. Worst case, he would be bound and forced to wait for Peacekeepers to pick him up, then either sent to the Detention Center or punished in some other way as determined by the Head. Still, it was sometimes easy to lose himself to the excitement of it. They were vigilantes sneaking around to arrest and remove when it was not yet in their jurisdiction. They weren’t even Peacekeepers in training. They were merely overachieving dreamers willing to break the law in order to gain experience and prove themselves worthy.
His nerves were tingling.
They set off and approached the scene as planned. The institution of choice was a facility in which computer parts were manufactured. Their criminal was a man who looted these buildings of their most prized gizmos and sold them illegally to techno-savvy buyers. There were four alleys surrounding the building – two across, and two beside. Roy chose the adjacent alley, and Riza concealed herself within the shadows of the one across from him. Everything was progressing smoothly. Now they just had to play the waiting game.
The echoes of soft, hurried footsteps were unmistakable. Bingo. He smirked. His spine was pressed against a cold brick wall, eyes focused on the darkness at his front. He listened to the man bypass security with lock picking and wire cutting, then waited for the door to click shut. Roy didn’t truly know how long the robbery would take, but he was on edge. Any moment now the man could step out, choose an alleyway, and then the action would begin.
His thumb grazed the box of matches in his pocket. A flame was not needed for this particular assignment, but it was always a comfort to carry around. Don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t some type of pyromaniac obsessed with setting buildings on fire and causing mayhem. No, he just liked it as a weapon, and as a means for disposing of their evidence. It was a beautiful solution to their problems.
The door opened a second time, and he waited. The footsteps that followed grew distant, which meant that he had chosen one of the alleys across from the face of the building. Your move, Hawkeye. He removed himself from his hiding spot and sprinted down the alley. The man had entered the left one, the narrow path adjacent to Riza’s position. They were connected, and Riza would be rounding the corner right about now to cut the criminal’s path. Roy would bring up the rear, and then it was over for him. They were both trained in combat, both skilled with the pistols stuffed in their belt holsters. He stood no chance. They would overpower him under any circumstance.
The nearby streetlight illuminated his crumpled form. He had already been subdued – but so quickly? Riza normally didn’t attack them short-range, and that contradicted their plan. He squinted into the dim-lit path, but it wasn’t the pretty face he hoped for. It was another familiar blonde head. ”Fullmetal?” He spewed his clever nickname for her, initially feeling both surprised and outraged. Riza’s voice suddenly cut through his conscience like a butcher knife; ”Edwina Elric might show up,” she had warned. Of course. How could he forget? But why is she after a simple thief?
”What the hell are you doing here?”
That was always how Roy justified their impatient waits for dusk. Whether they were roasting evidence in a gasoline-laced fire, pacing about Riza’s quarters, or analyzing their maps of District Three’s streets and alleyways, there was always some manner of occupying their minds. Tonight, however, was consumed by silence, yet there was a spark inside Roy that cleansed his eyes of their stoic sheen. He was perched by a front window, arms crossed thoughtfully against his chest as coal-stained irises peered between thick curtains. Outside, the sun’s final traces of light were fading. Darkness would be upon them soon, and there was a shadow for every sin their future targets would be pondering. Accompanied by this darkness would be a new moon, the perfect shield for lurkers. The perfect weapon to utilize.
Not tonight, he thought. Their newest target had a patterned sequence of crimes on record, all robbery and all committed at a different facility. His habits were translucent, however, making his next hit predictable. So claimed the analysis of Riza Hawkeye and Roy Mustang – except most of the credit was due to her. She had known exactly where he would strike next, and tonight was the night. His schedule was branded in their skulls. What remained was simply timing and execution. To the minute they had scheduled a departure and an arrival, and Riza was always punctual. Despite his eagerness for an early start, he was grounded to her living room until the clock struck the hour.
”Sir?” Her voice was warm, yet stern. Ideal for a woman practicing professionalism. No doubt the Peacekeepers would drool over the both of them once recruitments accepted their names.
That was his cue.
He nodded at her, oddly silent. In all honestly, there should be nothing special about tonight’s venture. Thieves were simple-minded, minor criminals whose offenses could be forgiven under the right circumstances. Apprehending him would require little effort. Worst case, he would be bound and forced to wait for Peacekeepers to pick him up, then either sent to the Detention Center or punished in some other way as determined by the Head. Still, it was sometimes easy to lose himself to the excitement of it. They were vigilantes sneaking around to arrest and remove when it was not yet in their jurisdiction. They weren’t even Peacekeepers in training. They were merely overachieving dreamers willing to break the law in order to gain experience and prove themselves worthy.
His nerves were tingling.
They set off and approached the scene as planned. The institution of choice was a facility in which computer parts were manufactured. Their criminal was a man who looted these buildings of their most prized gizmos and sold them illegally to techno-savvy buyers. There were four alleys surrounding the building – two across, and two beside. Roy chose the adjacent alley, and Riza concealed herself within the shadows of the one across from him. Everything was progressing smoothly. Now they just had to play the waiting game.
The echoes of soft, hurried footsteps were unmistakable. Bingo. He smirked. His spine was pressed against a cold brick wall, eyes focused on the darkness at his front. He listened to the man bypass security with lock picking and wire cutting, then waited for the door to click shut. Roy didn’t truly know how long the robbery would take, but he was on edge. Any moment now the man could step out, choose an alleyway, and then the action would begin.
His thumb grazed the box of matches in his pocket. A flame was not needed for this particular assignment, but it was always a comfort to carry around. Don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t some type of pyromaniac obsessed with setting buildings on fire and causing mayhem. No, he just liked it as a weapon, and as a means for disposing of their evidence. It was a beautiful solution to their problems.
The door opened a second time, and he waited. The footsteps that followed grew distant, which meant that he had chosen one of the alleys across from the face of the building. Your move, Hawkeye. He removed himself from his hiding spot and sprinted down the alley. The man had entered the left one, the narrow path adjacent to Riza’s position. They were connected, and Riza would be rounding the corner right about now to cut the criminal’s path. Roy would bring up the rear, and then it was over for him. They were both trained in combat, both skilled with the pistols stuffed in their belt holsters. He stood no chance. They would overpower him under any circumstance.
The nearby streetlight illuminated his crumpled form. He had already been subdued – but so quickly? Riza normally didn’t attack them short-range, and that contradicted their plan. He squinted into the dim-lit path, but it wasn’t the pretty face he hoped for. It was another familiar blonde head. ”Fullmetal?” He spewed his clever nickname for her, initially feeling both surprised and outraged. Riza’s voice suddenly cut through his conscience like a butcher knife; ”Edwina Elric might show up,” she had warned. Of course. How could he forget? But why is she after a simple thief?
”What the hell are you doing here?”
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