"I don't trust him." grumbled Adlam.
"Would you stop worrying about that? We have more important things to do." the thin officer objected.
"Like what, Meier. Go back to our street patrol? That asshole took our prisoner. We could have used him to prove we were loyal to Führer. Hitler. Possibly even move up to a nice easy desk job within the Nazi Party." Meier looked at Adlah he could see his partner was dead set on going back.
Meier could only sigh and give in to his partner's wishes. "Fine. We will go back and get the boy."
It had been days or possibly even months since she had been locked up. Her mind started to wonder. Everything turned into one big blur. Her cold lifeless body rested against the corner of the cell wall.
Her eyes were seemed glazed over from the poor conditions she has had been subjected too to. Her body was showing all the signs that she was coming close to death. But, as she lay there, her body as well as her mind had begun to crumble.
"Hey, you!" Loud banging noises exploded throughout the cell. "Get up, you filthy gypsy!" The guard bellowed through the small barred window in the door of the cell.
The gypsy flopped her head to face the side the door was on. She tried to focus her eyes at the square of light. It had been so long since she saw light, let alone sunlight. The brightness caused her to cringe, but in all her weakness, her face barely moved.
"Answer me, you worthless piece of human trash! Don't make me come in there!" The guard's words came flying from his lips, causing spit to cover the bars on the door.
As she watched him, she suddenly thought about water, "When was the last time I had water?" Uncounsusly Unconsciously, she rubbed her sandpaper-like tongue across her chapped lips. Her razor tongue pulled the dried skin from her lips, turning them raw and causing them to bleed slightly.
"That's it!" The sound of the keys clashing together echoed. The gypsy suddenly became frightened. Her body tried to move, but had no strength left. It would be like times before—laying there in fear and with no way of escape.
With a snap and a click, the heavy metal door swung open. The guard's dark shadow loomed in the doorway, inching close to her. "I warned you." He said with a smile. In her state of panic, all she could concentrate on was his tongue running over his lips, just as the door was slammed shut.
"Alphonse, can you please help me move this cabinet?" Hughes asked. He patted the side of an old gray filing cabinet. Alphonse gave a nod, after he dropped dusty files on the table.
They took hold of the cabinet. "One, two, push!" Hughes growled. The pair gave it their all, and moved the cabinet from the wall. Dust took to the air, like a brown mist. Hughes and Alphonse began to cough as they stepped away from it.
Meanwhile, as the dirt cloud settled, Edward went towards the wall. He rubbed his real hand against where the cabinet was resting. He moved his finger tips along the cracks, feeling for a false door.
"Damnit , there's nothing here either," Edward slammed his fist into the wall hard. "The blue prints show it to be right here."
"Edward, there is still one more to move." Alphonse advised, as he wiped his forehead with his dust covered hand. A long brown streak rubbed across his hairline.
"Alphonse, you got a little something on your…" Hughes motioned towards his own forehead. Alphonse feverishly wiped away at the mark, only to cause more dust and dirt to settle on his skin.
Hughes and Edward began to laugh, causing Alphonse to puff up his cheeks. "That's not funny brother!"
"From over here it's hilarious!" Edward snickered as he put his hand over his face to contain himself. Upon regaining his composure, Edward removed his hand only to have Alphonse point and begin to laugh.
"Look whose funny now brother." Alphonse chuckled. Hughes, who hadn't stopped laughing at Alphonse, began to laugh at the sight of Edward's hand print smeared on his face.
Edward grumbled as he tried to remove the dirt with the back of his sleeve. "This is no time for laughing."
"Of course when brother is at the short end of the stick…" Alphonse smirked, while he eyed his brother.
"SH…ORT…"Edward's eye twitched, "WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THAT HE NEEDS TO GET ELEVATED SHOES JUST TO REACH THE TOP SHELF?!"
Hughes stood aside and watched the brothers, unable to contain himself, "You guys need to get into show business. It's great how you two just work off each other." He took his glasses off to rub his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket. He had laughed himself in to tears.
Edward and Alphonse exchanged glances and smiled. "Well, let's get back to work. These shelves aren't going to move themselves." Edward said as seriously as he could, trying to regain control.
"Right, Brother." Alphonse replied and made haste to move the shelves.