A robbery

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A figure pulled over a ski mask to conceal his face, with holes where the eyes and mouth are. Afterwards picking up the semi-automatic rifle from the ground as he pulls back the slide, taking a bullet count, his glance changing to his suspenders as it had the clips for the rifle attached, and ready to be accommodated. Placing the rifle on the ground once more before fitting himself with a bullet resistant vest, and finally taking his rifle up once more after wearing an unzipped duffel bag strap around his shoulders. It is Simo alongside Kyle, the two standing in front of a bank as the citizens were weary and keeping their distance from the duo, the same bank Simo has the cash in place, counterfeit cash changed into legit money. (Yep, Talus is robbing HIS OWN ACCOUNT'S BANK from his OWN cash.) The two having come a LONG way from Amestris all the way to Creta. So yeah, the bank robbery best according to plan or else Talus is screwed over by his partners, BOTH WAYS. Not a pleasant thought.

"So... it's pretty simple. Walk into the bank, you put the C4 charges on the vault, blow the shit outta the vault up, we run in, take all the money, run out and hop into the car, and hopefully the coppers won't riddle our bodies with bullets, but we'll need to outrun them or else we'll have to have a HUGE gunfight on our hands. Sure, I like gun battles once in a while, but not those involving the fuzz." He explained in his assertive manner, "And if you have any questions, YES, we ARE robbing my own cash and some other cash. It's for insurance which'll make me a shitload richer. So you ready? We have about probably... five minutes before the fuzz come out to play."

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Kyle was standing near Simo. He was wearing a long light-brown coat, with a bulletproof vest under it. He also had a helmet and a gas mask on his head and face. He looked like a crossover gangster-soldier in this uniform of his. His pants also had a light-brown color. The only thing he did not change were the shoes - he loved his shoes too much to wear an another pair. He also had his had under the shirt, which in turn was under the bulletproof vest, which he stole from that gun shop for a little conspiracy. Of course people would get freaked out if he got shot and stood up after that without wearing a protective vest. Of course now he would be seen just like any other ordinary human.
A muffled voice, full of accusation, came out from under the gas mask:

"What the hell am I doing here, again?! I was hoping for some easy cash - not this!" - Kyle put his gun on his right shoulder, while holding it with one hand. It was a Tommy-gun, a special model, made for him by a trusted vendor. It included a larger clip and improved firing rate. - "But hey, this could be some fun. I haven't done this kinda thing in a while. Besides, I'll be getting even more cash - and I need it. So.... let's get rich! Mr. Skier!" - Kyle had the C4 explosives in the pocket of his coat.

Greed laughed and made the "lock-&-lode" thing with the gun, taking it in one hand again and pulling out a combat knife with the second hand. The next minute the bank's door broke and flew away into the main hall of the building. It was a simple door kick. Kyle jumped in, throwing the knife at the nearest guy on the reception. The knife cut into the man's hand, which made him scream in pain. It was to prevent him from getting the idea to push the police call button.

"Everybody on the floor!!! This is a FUCKIN' raid!!!" - Kyle shot into the ceiling a few times, watching as people started dropping onto the floor. - "GYAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! I always wanted to say that!" - Kyle took the gun in both hands and looked around, searching for the vault's door. It was Simmon's job to threaten them further.

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Simo raised an eyebrow when he was accompanying his partner, Kyle. A simple kick can make a door fly? Damn, maybe a simple high five isn't a great idea for a job well done after all this is over. He might dislocate his entire hand just from that. So with the whole spectacle involving a jump and a knife throw, Talus on the other hand was just walking all relaxed like into the bank. Raising his rifle to point at the inhabitants of the bank as of the current moment.

"Roight then, everybody put your pants down on the floor RIGHT NOW or else I will cover you in MULLETS."

And so... after having heard this awful threat from Talus's terrible Cretan, the hostages did just that, unbuckled their pants and let it dangle to the floor which left the Doctor to have a quizzical look on his face. Sure the nice view of the women's panties was a treat, but just what was wrong with those damn Cretans?

"WHAT THE LUCK?! I says HANDS! Get to the store RIGHT NOW! And don't move an inch."

So one of the Cretan customers who were in this bank unluckily, voiced his concerns. He was mixing up hands with pants, and store with floor, which left the held up hostages in dilemma of sorts.

"Sir, how may we get to the stores if we aren't allowed to move an inch?"

Which was followed with a pause from Talus once more, "You aren't supposed to GET to the store, you wankers, you're supposed to just HIGH down on your face and don't move an inch on the store."

So one of them just lied down, which was followed by a sheep mentality, and the rest of the bank's customers moved along, to the floor, along with the bank attendants, had come out in fear they may be shot, and went on the floors as well. They finally figured out what the terrible speaker of Cretan had meant to say, as he was waving his rifle threateningly for them to go unto the floor, with their pants unbuckled apparently.

Talus had meant to say bullets instead of mullets earlier, same with luck being fuck, store with floor, and lie with high.

"Oy Kyle! Quicken your pace, we got three minutes left until the fuzz pop by. Erm... I meant Bob, right, his name isn't Kyle but Bob, BOB! I was just trying to confuse you bank attendants... wait, why am I speaking to you idiots in Amestrian? You retards won't understand what I am saying anyways." He urged, and then insulted the Cretans ignorant of the Amestrian language. His gaze still on the Cretan hostages, so far no brave ones trying to play hero yet.

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Kyle was speechless. He could never even guess the guy's knowledge of Cretan language was THAT bad! It was a disaster of sorts and it was pure luck no one played a hero. Else even Kyle would get a hit or two on the head, unable to see it coming. He was that distracted.
Kyle started laughing, his muffled voice sounded very unnatural:

"This is unbelievable, man. Your Cretan sucks! But hey - with their pants down they won't be able to move much, eh? Good plan my man." - Kyle waved his gun in the air, still chuckling, as he headed towards the vaults door, which he saw before Simo started talking nonsense. On his way there, one of the customers tried to move. Perhaps it was an attempt to take a better position or make a simple turn, perhaps a first attempt at escape.

"Not on my watch, mister." - Kyle kicked the man's head, making him roll over quite quickly. An act of cruel unnecessary violence - just like Kyle liked it. While he was walking further he grabbed one of the women, a blonde beauty, by the waist and dragged her off to the vault's door. She was one of those skirtless victims of bad Cretan language. Good thing she had underwear. - "Somebody gets any bright ideas and I kill the babe. Got it, comrades?" - Kyle smiled underneath his gas mask and pushed the woman to the wall nearby the place where he stood. Finally some people started to get desperate. Someone started crying in the main hall. Good - misery was just the thing for Kyle.
Next he planted the charges and ran back to the place where the blonde babe stood. He grabbed her by the neck and waited for the C4 to go off.
He set the timer for 10 seconds - so he didn't have enough time to say something, as the vault's door exploded, sending debris and bricks all over that place.

"Boom, baby. Get that cash while I keep 'em here." - Kyle wasn't gonna risk it with Simo's awful Cretan.

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Hrm... weird. Simo missed someone. Those Cretans really are desperate, BUT Talus was even more desperate for cash. Still, the compliment was nicely found, well, at least Simo thinks it's a compliment. Cretan can be awfully weird at times to understand unfortunately. Anyways, there was some explosion that caused Simo to take two steps to the side so not to lose his balance. Damn these C4's are quite explosive.

"Right right, will do, no more Cretan from my end, it's a barbaric and confusing language anyways."

So while he was skipping over to the opened up vault sizzling from the explosion still, scattered even, he stopped midway to see the blond chick as he decided it was the best time to do a certain something.

Running over to the skirtless blond chick held by the throat by Kyle as he was behind her, he grasped unto the edge of her pink panties, jerked away his hand and thusly, ripping them off. Stuffing them into his pockets for the intent of sniffing/tactically distracting others.

"DON'T JUDGE ME! I need these panties for a tactical plan for our escape! They'll come in handy in time."

So satisfied he had basically stripped the girl of the only thing that'd cover her loins, jovial that he got a peek of her buttocks, he sprinted over to the vault, jumped over a few counters, got past the accountant section of the bank and reached to the vault, pulling out several slots as he rips them open from their lids, pouring tons of money into the duffel bag he had just placed in front of himself.

After filling it all the way, with even his own bank account (which was a measly thousands of credits, so really, the money that was in millions was from other people's cash), Simo zipped the duffel bag, placed it to his bag as he wore the strap and picked up his rifle he left on a counter in the vault.

He sprinted out of the cashier area and unto the main hall.

"Quick! Take the girl and get into the car!" He yelled with urgency.

And so, Simo ran outside to the car as he heard the distasteful police siren which was wailing at a distance as the police cars were going to draw close soon. Opened the car door to the shotgun seat as he leaped inside, sat down, rolled down the window, placed the fully cashed out duffel bag under his legs as he was sitting, and adjusted the rifle so he can take it out of the window easily and shoot back at the coppers. It was up to Kyle to drive as he had the car keys and plus he'd probably be able to drive better than Simo would.

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Kyle had little time to talk on his way out, only making a single comment as he ran towards the exit, while holding the skirtless... and now even pantyless blonde babe. Perhaps if it was someone else, rather than Kyle they wouldn't even do such a thing with. But he did it with ease. He made a half turn, bowing to the bank customers and employees:

"Adieu!"

Kyle turned back and ran out into the street. He ran up to the car with, as people would say, "inhuman" speed, pulled the knob on the back door, opening it. Then he, hit the girl on the head, making her lose consciousness, threw the unlucky girl inside and closed the door. Seconds later he was already in the driver's seat, inserting the keys into the car. With a single turn he made the engine "wake up" and screamed out:

"YEEEEEEHAAAAAAAO!!!!!" - Greed "put the pedal to the metal", making the car burn rubber, as the wheels started spinning in one place. The next moment the car rushed forward.
So their escape attempt started. Kyle had only 2 years of driving experience, but he did learn faster than humans. His driving skills were not that bad - he just wasn't that good. The cops were quite trained for such things it would seem, as Kyle put a lot of what he had in store to lose the tail - and it still didn't work.

"Shoot 'em Doc - shoot 'em now!" - Kyle screamed to his right, while not taking his eyes off the road. - "I can't lose 'em - they're too good for me!" - the Homunculus only hoped Simmons could handle a weapon better than Kyle could drive.

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So while there was panic and all that tension going around, Simo was taking his sweet time in glancing around at the mirrors to see the cops reducing distance, reaching for his pockets, Talus pulls out the sweet pink panties as he brings them against the bottom of his nostrils, inhaling deeply as he fills his nose with the scent of the woman's undergarments. Yep, worst time to indulge in his little hobby.

"Nice, this is Porteau d'veu fragrance, didn't know those still existed, this chick has some real taste in her extracts." He said in his lull for the flowery scent of said panties, "I don't need this anymore, I got the chick all to myself. Anyways, time to get to my shooting."

So, gripping the panties as he took one last sniff off them, the Doctor would fling it out of the window, he took up the rifle and held it from the under barrel and the grip. Taking a peek out of the window, pulling the rifle out as he took aim, the Doctor simply stared outside before sticking his head and the rifle back into the car, looking at Kyle casually with a gleeful smile. Silent and not attending at shooting the chasing police.

"HAH! I told you the panties I got would play a vital role in our escape. Seems we got ourselves a nice clean getaway thanks to my items of tactical worth and my sharp cunning. No need for me to waste my bullets anyways." the Doctor boasts, muttering afterwards to himself, "Dayumn, didn't think that'd work."

An explosion follows behind the getaway car a distance away, making it safe. Apparently what the Doctor saw was the panties that was thrown out of the window attaching to the forward window of the police car driver caused him to freak out at the unexpected appearance of women's undergarments, thusly he swerved the wheels around and flipped the car. Upon flipping, the rest of the police cars swerved as well. Crashing unto the flipped police car as the rest started crashing as well, an oil leak happened to pop out of one of the cars as a spark from somewhere caused said explosion in questioning as the rest of the police behind were completely immobilized. So pretty much this rather convenient escape was aided by one of women's gifts from fashion called panties, to cover their loins, now covered the escape of two thieves. Whoop-tie-doo, in other words, it was completely random and should've not happened by the odds of 1 to 1343985432954372896572385462385764238594265742398562379856428745264398.

Yup, that's one big number, yet it did happen despite statistical odds.

"Alright... so... know any place we can stop by and lay low for a while? I haven't been in London for an awfully long time now, thanks to a certain incident involving a shotgun and an orphanage." He grumbles, perhaps hinting a potential romance between an orphan and a Doctor involving a shotgun marriage? Or maybe just a Doctor shooting an orphan with a shotgun? Either conclusion is fine.

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Kyle looked into the rear view mirror for a short time, merely some 15 seconds. But that was enough to see how the police car, the fastest one which chased them, received some lovable panties from a respectable manufacturer right on their forward mirror, which made it impossible for but a few mere moments for the driver to be able to see where he was going. Truly a miracle, or even Lady Luck herself was on their side today, allowing the burglars to escape with a whole lot of money and... even unharmed in the slightest.
Kyle pulled off the gas mask and threw it on the back seat, along with the helmet. Then he pulled out his hat from beneath the vest and put it on. After that was done, he turned to face Simmons, a wide grin covered his face almost entirely. But... now he had opened his eyes a bit, now Simo would be able to see the color of Kyle's eyes - they were amber.

"And done!!! Damn, are we good or what?! Robbed a bank and got away, without even making much of a fuss. I mean we didn't kill anyone... that's a shame of course, but hey - less motivation to investigate an almost unexisting lead." - Kyle made a pause. - "Anyways, watch the babe for now. Even though I removed the numbers from the car - we still gotta leave it at least a few blocks away from the place we're goin' to. Don't wanna leave lead of any kind. We don't have a lotta time too - so let's just change clothes in the car. We'll take 'em with us too."

Kyle stopped smiling that wide and concentrated on the road, he also narrowed his eyes once again. Then he remembered he had one more question... well - two actually:

"So - whadda we do with the girl? She's kinda useless now..." - Kyle raised a brow and looked back at the back seat in the inner rear view mirror. - "And... I'm kinda interested about that orphanage business."

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Reaching for his own ski mask as the pair were far far away from the cops, safe and sound and all. Talus left his grip on his rifle earlier as it was on his lap, using his left hand to grasp unto the edge of his mask as he removes it. Stripping off of his Kevlar vest as he would fit it underneath the seat along with the mask, hiding them effectively. The Doctor himself not noticing the eye color or any special qualities to them, he was basically oblivious to Kyle's eyes.

Still, his focus was on the babe. The 'Chimera's' orders to watch over the babe was met with approval from the Doctor himself. If this was an RPG, Kyle would've gotten +5 trust points from Talus as he was amused and delighted to have her to himself. Ignoring pretty much every other parts from Kyle's sentences besides the watch the babe part, as his attention was placed unto there.

"Damn right I'll watch the babe."

And so he did, looking behind, in two ways, he is looking behind himself, and also looking at the chick's behind (ass). Till he got the next inquiry from the driving Kyle that he'd still keep his eyes peeled on the girl.

"Well, I am interested in having just a night with her. She has just about everything I need..." Talus gleefully stated, moving unto the next inquiry of Kyle with a frown at this point when he had once a smile, "And that business... it left me the scar on my mouth. I was attacked by an orphanage I was supposed to help out, so I retaliated in self defense with a shotgun. Those orphan assholes kept screaming, so I presumed they had some sort of sonic attack from their mouth and they were Chimeras, so pretty much I blew their heads off and burnt that God-forsaken orphanage down to save Creta of the mutant abomination horrors... but instead of rewarding me, I was to be executed in Creta as an enemy of the state... so yeah, I ran away from this place and was to be exiled. Not my first time either."

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After about a minute of laughter, due to the orphanage case, Kyle noticed that Simo was looking at the girl with much interest. Right now he pushed the brake pedal and the car stopped, it was not a sudden stop - no, it was simply to slow down the car and stop it in the next few moments. Right now Kyle was as calm as a snake. He could be characterized as a snake, actually - he had much in common with it. Including that hunger of sorts that made him swallow things whole.
Kyle looked back at the rear seat. The girl simply lay there, defenceless and... well... not fully clothed. Greed moved his head up and down, then from side to side, taking a better look at the woman. She was plenty young and quite beautiful, at least from the rear. But he felt nothing. He did not and would not feel any lust for a human woman. He disliked humans as a whole, and it was very hard for a human to get Kyle's approval. Simmons, well, he was something else - he was too inhuman, that's the thing that made Kyle sympathetic to his persona.
Though it would seem that Simo had to leave the girl here. It's not like they could take her out of the car and onto the streets. People would freak out.
Kyle started to change clothes himself, speaking while he did so:

"Ok - we leave the car here. We take the clothes and guns with us, to burn 'em later." - Kyle had a serious look on his face. - "And the girl.... you don't wanna take her with us, do ya? I mean two guys, one with a half-naked babe on his shoulders aren't exactly a normal thing to see on a street in the middle of the day. We either leave her here, or you find a way how to make her invisible." - Kyle finished changing and looked back at the girl. - "I, personally, don't care what you do with her and how you do it. But we gotta keep a low profile. And I'm not gonna risk that money. I'm quite greedy there, you see." - Kyle was keeping his share of the money - no matter what. Even if he had to make this city drown in blood. He turned to the still sleeping girl and spoke with a smile:

"Whaddaya think? Should we let ya go, kill ya or simply tie ya and leave ya in the trunk? Either way is fine with me. There's also some other possibilities, huh Simmons?" - it was not like she would understand Amestrian after all. The thing was - even if Kyle would not be that sick or twisted - he simply was inhuman. He was a Homunculus after all - he was a sin incarnate. Nothing good or nice would ever come out of an existence like that.

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Tsk tsk, and here Simo was, thinking about a way to smuggle this girl around, his hand rubbing his chin as he thought and thought. Eyebrows furrowing, Talus taking occasional glances outside to inspect the environment, turning his head to look at Kyle as he nodded. Once more missing out the apparent 'Chimera's gaze upon the girl. Not having seen the man's gaze meant that the Doctor Killjoy hadn't noted the absence of lust in his partner's eyes.

"Your clothes, the ones you don't need, we can dress her legs up in those, so that takes care of suspicious people pretty much and we can use her long hair and make it look like a mustache, maybe that'd convince people we're not kidnappers, it's common sense that those who are kidnapped are always women." Then he flipped his scowl to a smile, widening his eyes, "Oh boy, seems I we won't be able to take her with us without giving away she is unconscious thus kidnapped, which just makes my gift rather... convenient. Hold up, we won't need you to dress her up, she won't need anything for this."

Looking at the woman, before taking note of her structure, her small body frame, leaning forward as he would grope her breast in an apparent perverted antic, Simo nods twice.

"Firm... yes, perhaps C cups. Best guessed to be thirty six. You oughta feel them hooters once in a while, Kyle." So upon saying those lines, Simo started tearing her blouse open, ripping it off her form, with a hand as his full figure hasn't faced her, along with all that would cover her before pulling up his sleeves to reveal the alchemical tattoos on both his forearms, clapping his hands. It didn't matter if Simo had shown his alchemical abilities, Kyle already knew back at prison break.

Swirls of white electrical-like energy had started statically flickering outwards, palms slammed against the woman's bare abs, the Doctor removing his hands, smoke appearing around the woman, and then it would appear she was reduced to something hideous in appearance... human transmutation. She was turned into a cube-like blobby entity with skin on the exterior, perfect enough to place in a box as that 'abomination' was breathing through two slits that vaguely resembles a nose. Simo turning around to face Kyle with a smirk, emerald irises latched unto the Homunculus's face. Still Killjoy seated throughout the transmutation as he had turned around to relieve himself of an ache associated with a rather awkward angle concerned with his own body. The girl had all necessary components of life still intact, just the shape has been re-arranged, and to confirm life in that blob are snorts from it's 'nostrils' if that's what it can be called.

"I reckon that dealt with the whole packaging problem we got, so all we need to do is find a box. Any hobo's home at an alleyway will do." Simo paused, shaking his head, "And hopefully this disturbing display of transmutation won't put you off your appetite, transmuting people can be rather disturbing to some, anyways, no need to call me Simmons, name's Simo 'Killjoy' Talus, former Sergeant and State Alchemist, deserter, and a wanted mass murderer, and you sir, now a fugitive like me, I wouldn't have to fear you being a double agent of any sorts for the military police. If you are one, I take it you wouldn't consider the cash from the robbery a near enough payment for a bribe? If not, then whooptiedoo, I am fucked."

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Kyle raised his eyebrows again, as he watched Simmons tear open the woman's blouse. It was kinda interesting to watch all this, but if Simo was going to do something... unusual right here and now. Well... Kyle wouldn't be in the mood to stay here long enough. But then the man pulled up the sleeves on his shirt, revealing the tattoos - of course Greed was well aware that this man was an alchemist. He also noted that many alchemists liked to make the transmutation circles on their body - usually the arms or back. It seemed to be a new "thing" in modern Alchemy. And... the last two alchemists Kyle met didn't live long enough to show off their tattoos anyway.
After having witnessed the transmutation first hand, Kyle smiled, having though that this man was truly a good find. He didn't waste his time going to East City. Of course he met Simo purely by chance, but he would not do so if he would have ignored that call earlier when he was at Central, in Amestris. The Homunculi looked outside the car, surveying the lifeless surroundings and looked back at the Flesh Alchemist:

"I see. Simo Killjoy, huh? And hah, I've seen things far more disturbing than this little act of alchemy." - Kyle kept smiling as he spoke. - "Not to worry though, unlike you, my good man - I am not a fugutive. What makes ya think I am one? No one seen my face. Remember? I told ya to buy the car AND bougth the weapons from a trusted vendor. KYAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" - Kyle laughed to his heart's content, his high-pitched voice was not a pleasant thing to hear for other people. Good thing there was no one near the car. The back yard, where he stopped the car, was clear. - "I'm clean and innocent like a baby, Mr. Killjoy! Hahaha! I always plan things through. I'm careful like that - and all went according to plan." - Kyle put the clothes and the gun into his bag and opened the car's door. Now he spoke in a quiet voice. - "I'ma go get the suitcase from the trunk - we'll put the girl there. You hold on to your bag and the bag with the money."

Kyle stepped out of the car, inhaling the air. Ah, such a fragrant smell of a nearby dumpster... sometimes it's exactly the thing a man needs to smell. He pot on the bag on his shoulder and approached the trunk. He pulled out a suitcase, after opening the trunk itself. After closing it, the homunculus made his way towards the front passenger's door.

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There was a pause from Simo, as he recalls a couple of things that had to do with Kyle being a fugitive JUST like him. Let's see... right, besides the prison break, there's nothing else much, but at least he didn't say he was a military police. Oh well, that's a definite plus for Kyle, the Chimera-man-thing. Besides his rather loud and frequent laugh, maybe Kyle kept remembering jokes but couldn't tell them because they were so funny, it'd kill a normal human, and he had to forget them so he wouldn't keep laughing.

"Right right, aside from the prison registration, you're a 'dead man' thanks to my transmutation, just as my alias is. Guess you really are clean as a whistle, unless they figure you out to be alive, then we'd both be convicted for jail break."

And then Mr. Kyle left, somehow Talus forgot the man's last name, then again, he didn't bother remembering it anyways. So with Kyle outside, Talus places the rifle underneath the seat, pulling up the duffel bag as he had worn the strap, keeping the bag behind on his back, keeping in mind not to take any weapons, he doesn't have many concealable weapons besides the V15, taking up the weapon in the car's compartment, placing it within his shirt as he made sure it was set on safety mode. It was to the back within his shirt anyways, betraying no outlines in that event. In between the pants and his waistline for a holster. The zipped up duffel bag itself hiding the gun as it obscured view to the gun.

Getting off his seat, opening the back door as he would clap his hands once more, electrical-like swirls popping out, Talus slamming his hands unto what used to look like a babe now a cube as he made her form a much thinner cubical form, to fit the suitcase that he snuck a glance at back when he bought it from the vendor much much earlier.

Picking the rather heavy cube-like woman up from the edges as he heard some snorts from that THING, it was rather heavy, as soon as he lifted it up, the weight caused Talus to hold it downwards, indicating heaviness as he would take slow steps towards Kyle to give the girl to him.

"You... put her inside the suitcase! She is as heavy as FUCK when she is this dense. Your strength can pick this girl up... damn laws of equivalent exchange. I'll get my bag after you put her inside and carry her." Talus laments, his nostrils burning from the putrid smell produced by the nearby dumpsters, Creta sure has some terrible waste disposal problem anyways.

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Kyle opened the suitcase and watched as Simo took the.... "girl" out and tried to bring her over to where Kyle was right now. And it seemed that he needed help in doing so. Simo did not know that Kyle Crane was none other than Greed - a Homunculus, and the latter wanted to keep it that way, at least for the near future.
Kyle put the suitcase near the cube-girl and opened it. Then he helped Simo turn her over, putting her into the suitcase in that way. Afterwards he closed the suitcase and took the into his right hand, lifting it up. The thing turned out to be quite heavy, but Kyle could pull this weight for some time. Right now he wished to have the strength of his kin - Sloth. That one was quite strong and fast... but that was a matter that would be solved later. Right now Kyle wanted to get out of this place as fast as he could.

"Okay, we're all set - let's get a move on. I've got an apartment rented out nearby - just two blocks away from this place. It's quite spacious and has all that a man on the run needs, hahaha!" - Kyle waited for Talus to get his bags and then would set out in the needed direction. - "You'll be my guest for the time being, and... apparently this girl too." - Kyle looked at the suitcase he was carrying. What to do with this girl? What ever would he do to her. It would be unacceptable for her to realize where she would be kept or if she ever managed to escape. Oh no - Greed would take EVERY precaution, so that she would not escape - even deadly traps - he could make it like a game.
Kyle decided to share the idea with Simo:

"So hey, if the girl tries to escape - we'll set an array of deadly traps. First a slow effect poison gas. Then there'll be a trap with a time limit - solve or get scewered! Then - a trap where she would have to saw off her legs to escape! GAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Like - wanna play a little game?!" - Kyle made a parody of a scary face and began laughing. Not the usual insane laugh - it was less insane. They would come out on the streets - and Kyle didn't want to cause any suspicions.

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After the grinning one took the heavy burden off his hands, Simo felt rather strained but also felt his arms being at its lightest. Then again, lifting something as heavy as fuck tends to do that. Oh well, at least he didn't pull a muscle fibre over. Flexing his arms as he let the girl all to that 'Chimera'. Anyways, maybe he is possibly a T-Rex/Human hybrid? Would explain the toothy grin and the superior strength. God's humblest of creatures melded into Kyle, a man of interesting methods and a rather spiffy nice suit. He almost looks like a Drachman Mafia mobster.

"By having an apartment rented out, you mean you systematically slaughtered the inhabitants, incinerated their bodies to hide the evidence and basically made it vacant by at the expense of their lives I take it?" After that wise ass comment, Talus sets out to get his other bag, and wears it to his front, after all, his back is occupied by the duffel, Simo going behind Kyle as he kept up with the pace, continuing, "Annnd as long as I get a double bed, then consider me your merriest of guests."

Though there was a deadpan look to the doctor, the lazy eyes and a stare at his companion, the alleged Chimera. Okay, so Kyle wants to play around with the girl, with his traps for a brutal death that a common normal man would disapprove of for a total babe. Admirable but too much of a small thinking. It needs a little spice and an oomph. Bringing about a smile as some comforting thoughts settle into Simo's cranium. Finally becoming lively in expression if not most opposing of melancholic.

"You should've also included a test where she should walk through a chamber icy temperature doused wet and in her nudity, so much that it'd be as cold as a motherfucker." Talus chuckled, "Did I mention that the chamber's temperature should be negative thirty?"

So whilst having more thoughts about torturing the girl sadistically, a couple of Cretans, by couple, literally two people holding hands of the opposing sexes, were right in front of the two sociopaths, staring at them. Illiciting the wrath of Simo as he waves his arms around threateningly, shooing them in a posh Cretan tongue in the form of buzz off whilst also calling them a bunch of wankers and dodgy ass bandits. Which prompted the two to walk away, creeped out by the man who had buzzed them off and insulted them, bravely. Freeing the path laid forth for the two to continue in their adventures to wherever, without the couple to stare down into their very souls.

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As the two criminals moved forth, getting closer and closer to their destination, they continued speaking. It would be no fun if they would walk in silence, and Kyle wanted to know a little more about Simo. This man had peaked the Homunculus's interest and... he could be VERY useful later. He would fit into Greed's "Grand Ascendency" plan perfectly - in fact he was one of the few who could truly do the feat that Greed had in mind for someone. Besides - he would not trust a normal human with this task. He needed someone who would kill or sacrifice an another human.. or inhuman creature with ease. Simo fit right into the picture.
Kyle's face got twisted with a fiendish smile as they walked, he tried to cover it, by lowering his head, making it hard to see the beastly grin under the shade and the hat. After he had calmed down a little he said:

"I see you're into some experiments and deathly torture - I like that about you Simo. Hehe..."- Kyle laughed a little and continued. - "Though you really have to learn Cretan - you just told the pair to go eat their socks and go wild all night long with a stuffed toy. Weird stuff.... sure they'd go away with those faces. Pffft! And about that apartment... I actually paid a lot of money to rent it out for 10 years in advance, with a fake name of course. To my regret - I didn't hafta kill anyone to move in, but hey - that's a good plan! I like it." - Kyle had a look on his face like someone had just bought his favourite child toy or perhaps gave him a raise at work. He was just shining with the idea of taking someone's apartment by killing the owners.

Finally the pair made it to a tall, 10 storied building, made especially for purposes of giving shelter and comfort to few families or inhabitants by giving them a private floor. Kyle had rented out the 10th floor. He quickly pulled out the apartment keys, which were kept on a keychain that had, like, 10-12 keys.
Kyle gave the Doc a troubled look:

"Okay - our apartment is on the 10 floor. That whole floor is ours, that makes: 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a dining hall, a supply room, a jacuzzi room and a kitchen. And all that is for only the two of us - so don't get lost, haha." - Kyle emitted a weak laugh. - "Now comes the hard part. I think my right hand is getting numb... and there isn't an elevator in the building. We'll hafta walk all the way up. I chose it that way as a safety precaution. Up-up and away!"

Kyle opened the main hall doors and started to walk towards the wide stairs. It was time to climb.. and both men had two or more bags on them. This was gonna be fun.

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