Imprisoned?

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So for once again, Talus (taking upon the alias of Simmons to hide his identity, plus he has a lack of beard and long hair to make him unrecognizable anyways), has been imprisoned. This time, for cheating an Amestris officer in gambling with loaded dices. The most unsportsmanship fellow, the officer, had arrested the gambler and took him to jail, and Talus, having to hide the fact he was in fact a former soldier himself, couldn't do his little game of alchemy at least for now lest they rekindle the whole manhunt for a certain soldier involved in an Ishbal massacre and he'd be executed for desertion and military misconduct.

So here he was, in jail behind bars, IN THE WORST OF FUCKING TIMES! Good job Talus, you got yourself in deep shit once again. He is right near that Ishbal district where he committed his treacherous massacres, so odds are there would still be vivid memories, and Talus has to get out lest investigations would expose him at a point. But NUUUU, the prisoners of this HQ are to be ignored and interrogated in some form or way weeks later perhaps, yet Talus shivers at the prospect of getting probed by one of the interrogators or being raped to force a confession. Good grief, so in his separate jail cell, somehow the guards not having noticed Simo's alchemical tattoos on his forearms, was all here without being disabled of his medical alchemy. Grumbling to himself, both hands on the iron bars of his prison cell, grasping them. No wonder why he hated Amestris and their government.

"Oy! Someone let me out of here! I have a shitload of cash at a Cretan bank and am willing to split it up if I am freed... BAH, those up tight assholes won't even prance along around here." Killjoy grumbled and bickered in his misery, alone in his jail cell, pretty much staring at that bland corridor's wall in front of him in his cramped up cell. Perhaps someone will hear his call and indulge him?

"Hey! Shut your yapping Simmons, those Amestrian asshats won't release you or me for that matter." A fellow inmate next cell says, who was also involved in the illegal gambling circle.

"Pffft, it was worth a try anyways." the former Doctor replies, still waiting... yeah... he has all the time in the world in jail.

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A man lifted his head in a cell across from the man who screamed something about the money and getting him free. The man was finely dressed to be in a jail. He had a black suit, with a vest and a shirt underneath, his pants were black as well, on his feet were a pair of steel-toed high class shoes. On his head was a fedora hat, that covered his face in a shadow, letting others only see that his hair had an unnatural green color.

Greed was actually here because of a little misunderstanding, that was about to be cleared in a matter of days. A little theft accident, that actually happened and Kyle had his hand in it. Alas most evidence was in his favour... and the accuser had no tongue to speak with, and there was also a fact that his fingers were broken... on both hands. So.... no proof - no theft - no jail. However he was going to be here for a few days, while the investigation would take place. Not like they would find anything.
Kyle Crane stood up and walked up to the grates, so that he could lean on them and hear the man better. As the shadow disappeared from his face the others could see a face of a 24 year old lad, with a smile and narrowed eyes, which would make it a problem to see his eyes and eye color.
He leaned on the grates, putting his right arm through them, waving it from side to side as he spoke:

"Hey there, friend. I just heard you were talking about getting out of this jail. You gonna have some rough treatment here? I heard the guards say that you are a gambler... but that's not a grave sin, is it?!" - his smile widened as he finished talking.

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Ah, another inmate in jail. Bah, not a guard to break him out, but oh well. Might as well indulge the guy and feed him some muse, as Talus looked across to see the man in a differing cell... well... his hands anyways, a right arm in specificity. Meh, he must take his chances anyways and paint his apparent innocence to illicit sympathy. Eyes narrowed to a squint.

"Talking? I was basically yelling out at them, for those hoohah's to hear so I can walk free as a bird, but apparently the phrase innocent before guilty doesn't ring to them." He sighed, "Anyways, yeah, I am a gambler, made lots of money and was imprisoned because I was too lucky. And what is your crime for being here anyways? Since it's not like they'll let us out any sooner... bastards. They'll probably anally probe you I hear, and inspect prisoners thoroughly, so yeah... I dislike the idea of an anus being probed by a man on high vitamin diet, so... I gotta get out before that happens."

He shivered in fear of the very thoughts of such stories, worse than prison rapes are jail anal probes. Goodness gracious! He is more than ever resolved to get out of this damned jail unto freedom.

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Kyle listened to the guy and as he spoke about anal probes and such - Greed just couldn't take it anymore:

"Hahahaha - WAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" - the man just couldn't stop, he laughed so loudly that perhaps even the guards would hear them from the basement jail where they were. - "Aha... haha... Oh my god! It was so funny I couldn't help myself! I mean.... pfft." - Kyle slapped his leg with his left hand a few times as he calmed down from laughing.
He lifted his head once more and looked at the guy to whom he spoke:

"Oh - I'm so sorry. Don't get mad. Well, anyways - I'm here for a little theft incident. I mean - I'm innocent. It was all a misunderstanding on the part of the loyal and dignified guardians of the law and order." - Kyle smiled once again, this time showing his teeth. - "Now I'll be getting out in a matter of days, unlike you..." - now Kyle's smile turned more twisted, as he smiled even wider. - "... and greed, my friend, is a very bad thing. It's a gave sin in the eyes of the world. Can you really live with that?"

Greed was going to take some pleasure in tormenting this man, mentally of course. Then again.. he already had his sights on him and could get his hands on the money that guy promised. He only wanted to test his mettle a little... and get some stress relief.

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Wow, Simo didn't know he had it in himself to make others laugh despite the prospect of an anal probe. That, or the guy seriously saw the anal probe part as a joke. Oh no matter, but it was certainly loud and uncontrollable. AHA! Confidence and a sense of invulnerability in that man. But why would he be so confident? Oh wait, he was leaving, right.

So Talus just kept smiling and nodding so far despite the lack of sight on the man's own face, so it really is redundant. BUT the whole part about sin and greed was certainly starting to get most curious. Oh goodness... not a religious loonie! Killjoy already got to hang around enough of those around Ishbal.

"Glad to have made you laugh, I do have a sense of humor I must say, certainly helps in this situation." the former Doctor quipped with sarcasm over the man's rather esteem killing laughter (yup, Talus is definitely compensating for the apparent insulting laugh, it did rather hurt the normally sarcastic man's pride as he tried to play along for now), continuing, "Now now, don't give me that religious hogwash about sinning and all. If I wanted to hear about sins, I would've went to Church for that kind of stuff, BUT I unfortunately do not care, I like being sinful old me... it's rather fun and cuddly."

He says, "So are you a priest? Is that why you're asking me that kind of question? Some former priest with a new found hate for Amestrians with a path to vengeance? And also happens to be Ishballian by any chance? And also may happen to hate doctors? Because... I wouldn't exactly be a buddy if that were the case."

Yup, such questions were spurred on by a lack of seeing Kyle, they were after all in differing cells, and the only thing Talus can see is Kyle's arm sticking out of the cell across. And pretty much he couldn't tell if that was an Ishballan arm or just a regular person's arm.

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It would seem that the guy not only took his words with ease, but even managed to strike back a little. Kyle was somewhat impressed - it was not everyday he met this kind of people. All this adventure could be fun, and now was the time to advance to the 3rd phase of his stretegy... but with a little alteration.
Kyle spoke a little more quieter, adding a mysterious tone to his speech:

"I am not a priest, nor do I hate doctors or am Ishballian. I just know a lot about sins - that's all." - Kyle made a pause and spoke again, this time being his usual self. - "You can say it's your lucky day today, my good friend. Alas I do not know a name to call you by, so for now you're a "friend". I'm Kyle by the way - Kyle Crane. And it could be the case that I would, perhaps, maybe be able to get you outta here. How about that?" - Kyle smiled again, this was gonna be fun - all he had to do was to make this guy get a required reaction.

"I kinda like you. And I need some money... so... wanna stay here and let them do this to you?..." - Kyle put his other hand through the bars and made a circle with his fingers with one hand, then making the other hand's index finger go through the circle and scrape around "inside". - "... or do you wanna smell the freedom? Take your pick." - he made both his palms look up to the ceiling, as if giving the man a choice between an unseen item in his right hand or left hand. He smiled widely.

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Simo didn't catch unto the quietness to the voice to be perceiving it as mysterious but rather as sneaky. Okay, so he definitely isn't Ishballan or a priest. That gave the man some time to sigh over the other prisoner's race and occupation not being those in Talus's little blacklist of who to avoid. So the offer of getting out of this place seemed most enticing, almost too good to be true. Yep, making friends has it's perks.

Then another line caused a twitch upon the doctor's face. Okay, he needed money... and if he needs money, it means he needs it from somewhere. And earlier, Simo made an offer of money from a Cretan bank. Doing his looping... yep, he needs money from Talus. Oh well, he figured it out, BUT it won't be a pretty truth, the doctor hadn't had the heart to tell him the full details about money deposited in the Cretan bank, but oh well, freedom is freedom, and better die outside than live in a jail cell.

Though that symbol... putting a finger through a circle it had two implication. One was passing beyond the gate of no return in Talus's mind... and the other one was a naughty innuendo involving genitals. Meh, he'll pick the former rather than the naughtier latter. WAIT, he meant the anal probe, now he got the naughty innuendo. But the other one was a bit more confusing to decipher, but oh well, he won't bother thinking about it. Maybe it's alchemy? Certainly this man was weird and eery, but not as eery as that one time Talus was acquainted with a pedophiliac nurse that one time. Yup, those were the days.

"Alrighty then, I'll take your offer on smelling freedom, would've preferred having freedom rather than smelling it but either is fine, knew there was a catch though." Talus accepted, "So how do you reckon we can get out of this headquarters without being chased for several miles? I mean you may have a pass, but I kinda would be wanted, by kinda wanted, it means I'll have a manhunt on my head, and hunted down pretty much by any patrols around Eastern Amestris and would even have a nice pretty wanted poster of my face on it."

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Kyle remained silent after the man accepted his offer as it would seem. This man was wanted all over the Eastern Amestris? Now that could be a problem, but not for one such as Kyle Crane. He WAS a master plotter after all, and it wasn't for nothing. Of course - he already had a plan as to how to get out of the city, but he needed a little more time to think even more ahead.
Kyle then pulled both his arms back into the cell and grabbed the bars in front of him.

"I'm glad you accepted my offer, friend. Now it's time to get the hell out of here." - with a single "tee-hee", Kyle put some strength into his hands and pulled the bars apart, then helping a bit with his elbows, making the bars go in different sides. Then he stepped out of the cell and into the space between their cells. Now he would be clearly visible to the inmate that he was talking to all this time. Kyle shrugged and smiled at the man, changing his stance a little bit, so that he was now holding his body weight on his left leg.

"See? It's that simple." - he then grabbed the bars in front of him and pulled them apart, making it look so that he had some trouble doing so. After the bars were moved apart he sighed, as if he got tired a little and then smiled once again, his narrowed eyes were looking straight at Simo. - "Now we need to get two police uniforms. Let us advance upwards. There we... dispose of the guards, take their uniforms and bail out - nice and simple, my rich friend." - Kyle looked over the stairs that led upwards and added. - "So, what's your name?"

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Alright, so Talus accepted his fellow inmate's offer and simply waited. What's he going to do? Open the bars with his barehands? Nah, wouldn't be likely anyways, just Simo's random and wild imagination... until he heard the familiar grating bending of the iron bars of the cell. Okay... there is no possible way that Kyle bent the bars of his cell, must be just making a key out of an awfully large steel rod so to--

Okay... so now the man is standing in front of him. By now, he SHOULD have a hand-made key, no way he opened the bars, there is again, NO POSSIBLE WAY that he can actually bend iron bars. And yet that's what he did. Kyle just opened up the bars of the cell JUST like that. Leading to silence from the Doctor as he just stared... yeah... that man is probably a chimera or using some strength enhancements. Oh well, he'll have to ask questions later, this man must be an alchemist, or a chimera. Either are plausible explanations. Anyways, ignoring the other prisoners' clamors to be freed as well.

So the rather baffled Talus just steps through the opening big enough for him to escape his cell, and paces along with Kyle. He seemed like the sort to have a plan, and just did give a plan to steal uniforms... uniforms... right, it's been a while since Simo had worn one, and HOPEFULLY nobody will recognize a beardless non-hobo looking Talus and point him out. Anyways, he paced along with Kyle, and says, "They call me Doctor Simmons in this wonderfully arid part of Amestris."

Yep, an alias is one thing that's true. Anyways, he reaches upon a point where the two would stumble unto a room filled with dozens of guards. The head quarter's barracks, the guards looking at the both of them as they clutched their weaponries to point at the two escaped prisoners. Yep... they are both DEFINITELY fucked now.

"Okay... so... do you have any plans to get us out without being riddled horribly with bullets? I so very much like my body to be bulletless, bullets are quite... painfully unhealthy." Talus says in his awful sardonic remark, staring at the line of guards now pointing assault rifles at the two, exchanging threats to fire if they don't raise their hands up. Perfect...

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Kyle smirked as they came into the room with the guards. There were quite a few of them, it would seem. They were playing cards on a table that was situated in the middle of the room and as the two inmates walked in the guards would stand up abruptly, making threats and pointing guns at them.
Kyle made a scared expression and spoke:

"Oh my... p-please don't hurt us? We surrender." - it would seem that the man did not expect the resistance to be met so early. Of course it was acting. Good acting, but still just an act.
Two of the guards came closer to them, they would make an attempt to subdue the prisoners and bend their arms behind their backs. As they came closer, Kyle waved his hands upwards, making two well hidden butterfly knives appear in his arms. He threw them as they opened - one into the guard who came close to Simmons and the other one at the one in charge here, who had the keys and stuff. He then grabbed the neck of the guard who came close to him and snapped his neck in a second. All this actually happened in 3 seconds or even less, so the guards could not react yet.
Then Greed grabbed the semi-automatic gun the guard with the broken neck had and threw it at the other guard. It was a direct forehead hit - one more out.

"Grab a gun!" - he screamed at Simmons, hoping that this guy could handle a weapon. In moments like these Kyle could only thank the idiots that made this whole building's walls sound proof - hence why Kyle and Simmons could not be heard down there. At least Kyle hoped the walls were like that, like this other prison he escaped from.
It was also a good thing that most of the guards grabbed batons, instead of guns. They weren't actually going to kill the prisoners - just threaten them. And the other 4 guards were going to go into close combat with Kyle. Bad decision. Every strike from Kyle, be that a punch or a kick was actually deadly, as his body was as tough as steel. And imagine how a steel bar hits you in the neck or on the head. Most certain death.

Once all the guards were dead, Kyle grabbed one guy and started to undress him. It's a good thing he tried to hit vital spots only, so there was almost no blood on the uniforms. It was all careful planning.

"Now grab a uniform and let's get outta here. Then we blend in and walk out of the city while no one even notices us. Just let me do all the talking." - Kyle made a pause and started singing. - "And don't forget the knives, don't forget the knives. La-lala-lala." - he smiled as if he just got a present.

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"Well that's a definite let down. Here I thought we'd go guns-a-blazing." Simo grumbled in his disappointment.

Okay, so Kyle already made his surrender apparent. Oh well, it was a pretty futile run anyways. So Talus raises his hands for a genuine surrender. Looking down in his defeat. Eyes upwards to look at the guard's face as he had widened it, shooting his eyes to the side once the guards came close, that Kyle had snapped the neck, it was a very fast frantic action which had the man kick ass. Good grief! Who knew that Kyle had kick ass abilities? The Doctor simply staring as the man started throwing guns around and snapping necks... until he was brought back into play by the order of grabbing a gun.

"Right-o!"

So, looking around, as Kyle was beating them up, Simo finds his weapon of choice, namely a semi-automatic rifle. Bolting towards the rifle that was appropriately hanging at the gun cabinet, Simo takes a couple of clips as he stuffs them into his pocket, lifts up the rifle as he held the grip with his left hand and inserted his index into the trigger, whilst the other held the underside of the barrel with Talus turning around, loading the gun with his right, pulling the slide, and pointing it at the place of fight. Adrenaline pumping as he was hyped for a fight.

"Found the gun!" Then there was that pause, "Oh... guess you took care of them awfully quickly. Wow, you should've left a few for me. Should've not doubted you for a moment back there anyways."

Oh well, seems this Kyle fellow is really a close quarter monster. Those guards were beaten up... and that horridly surprised look on their face has the impression that they aren't exactly alive... yeah. Dang, that man is definitely a Chimera. He actually killed ALL of them rather easily and quickly. Too quickly.

"Remind me never to get on your bad side." Remarked Talus.

So upon getting another order from the man, who had seemed to definitely know what he was doing, Simo walked over to the guard next to a table but on the ground, placed the rifle on the table's surface itself, unbuttoned the guard's coat, puts on the hat and puts on only the coat, buttoning it to hide the Doctor's civvies. Afterwards, he wears the rifle to his back by putting the strap over his shoulder by taking it from the table before performing such actions.

Clapping his hands as he held them upon each other as if they were a prayer, he had touched one of the guard's transmuting the man's face to appear like Simo's face, and the same to the other to make him look like Kyle's with the same process, a quick and efficient transmutation alchemically so. This'll definitely slow down the pursuers and convince them for a short while that the two are dead... until one of them actually investigate the alchemy involved with their faces and realize that it's NOT Simo or Kyle.

Standing up, his body faces Kyle. Ready to follow him out. Not having mentioned that he himself is an alchemist to his partner in crime. Making no remarks relating to his own alchemical abilities.

The disguise itself will hold out until a secondary inspection follows to realize that the pants being worn aren't military standard issue. But that's not really needed, not like anyone will question a guard or investigate them at first.

"Okay... I am sure the janitor WON'T be happy to clean all this mess up once he comes here, so let's get the fuck outta here quickly." Killjoy stated with intentions to produce haste.

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Kyle undressed one of the guards and started putting on his clothes, after removing his own of course and putting them in a bag. The bag belonged to one of the guards... well, such a shame, now it was Kyle's bag. Already dressed in a standard guard uniform, Kyle crouched near the highest ranking guard - the jailer, and spoke, while smacking his left cheek with his right palm:

"I'm gonna take that bag and the keys, do ya mind?!" - Kyle acted as if he actually received an answer out of the dead body. - "Huh? What's that? I can take 'em? Such a kind man you are. Thanks! Hahahahahaha!" - Kyle got up and turned around. He saw as Doctor Simmons finished making one of the guards look like Kyle. This was interesting... and quite rare. It would seem that this man was in fact an alchemist. There was no other explanation, and Greed heard the clap before. The Homunculus grabbed a nearby gun and looked at Simmons again. A wide, twisted smile on his face.
As Simo spoke of his worries, Kyle laughed and spoke:

"The janitor's mood is the LEAST of my concerns right now. Oh, this adventure is jolly good fun, my good sir alchemist." - Kyle smiled widely as he spoke. He also tried to put on the guard hat on, so that his hair wouldn't be seen. It was green after all. He then continued. - "And people that get on my bad side usually don't live long. Don't worry though - I like ya and I'm gonna get some major cash from all this. There's no way you would get on my bad side, right?" - Kyle patted Simmons once on his shoulder and walked away, towards the door. - "Okay - we're out on night patrol or day patrol, so there's gonna be nothing suspicious about a pair of East City guards making their way towards the City gates, right? So let's move."

Kyle walked out of the room and headed towards the exit of the East City HQ. He remembered how he was taken here and wouldn't have trouble getting out of here. This would be the hardest part though. The only danger on the streets would be meeting an officer. But that shouldn't happen - what question would he have for the two regular guards anyway?
So Kyle moved on, making sure that Simmons followed him.

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So while Kyle was playing the stripper, Simo was busy writing a note, as he had gotten a pencil and paper somehow, notably a notepad from the same table he once placed his rifle on. Writing a couple of things on it before placing the pencil on the notepad. Having written it with gloves on that he took before [not mentioned in previous post].

So he heard Kyle talking with a dead body. Awfully nice of the chap to ask for the keys. At least that's after he got finished with his business that he turned around and saw him. Unimportant details saved for now, Talus just nodded and smiled absent mindedly at Kyle's hidden threatening remarks. Basically the "I'll fuck you over if you lied to me" type of message he got, except nicer.

"Alright, I got your orders. Just keep it cool, lay low, and ignore the janitor despite making his job infinitely harder. Savvy?" The Doctor expressed a form of anxiousness in his speech, doubt that is over how this'll work out so far, but oh well, he should see where the winds take him.

So he went along with his saviour/new captor/maker of weird faces/Drachman Mafia-looking peep, following him as the two would move away from this whole base and near a high way, with Talus jacking a stopped car from a random civilian before throwing said civilian into the trunk (so he wouldn't complain about a car theft) and with Kyle next to him, Talus drove off West with intent to get the money owed to his most generous host (hopefully that is STILL there and not somehow gone from the bank).

[EXIT W/ Kyle]

Meanwhile, that note Simo wrote, which was left on the table, read as in terrible Amestrian handwriting (intentionally made not to match Simo's handwriting) along with some half-truths and definite lies involved made to be really (un)convincing so to confuse the reader and throw detectives off a trail...

Dear Amestrian Assholes,

I hope you like what we did with your Head Quarter's barracks. We killed a few of your guards and some of your stupid prisoners, and managed to steal a couple of cash. Also we pissed in your water supplies and shit in your sandwiches, so the next time you eat the shit filled sandwich. You'll think of how Ishbal fucked you guys over BIG TIME. I hope you like the sweet taste of SHIT in your mouth, maybe it'll remind you of the bullshit you Amestrian douchebags often weave on Ishbal for once.

- A concerned Ishbalian Citizen.

Loves and kisses.

XOXOXOXOXO

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