"Wait! Over here!"
We turned to see the grayed man from earlier squirm out of one of the booths like an inchworm, arms tied behind his back. I jogged over and helped him to sit up before eying his bonds. "So who are you guys?" he asked while I worked on plucking the knots. Tyler crouched down to meet him eye to eye.
"Just some good old fashioned alchemists," he said with a slight smile. I grunted in amusement. Kid was having way too much fun with this.
"You don't say. I'm Warrant Officer Falman. Thanks for your help back there."
"You’re military? You don't look like it," Alphonse said.
"Yeah, I'm supposed to be undercover, so I'm not in uniform,” he said succinctly, eyeing Alphonse with something like scepticism. I couldn’t blame him, and no doubt Alphonse would be eyed like that a lo
