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Sneezing suddenly Joesph rubbed his nose. It was to warm to be coming down with a cold so he wondered who was talking about him. So far he had yet to hear anything from Faulkner and Lamirande's movements on the train so it would seem that currently anyways things were going well. "Lets hope they stay like that" he sighed exiting the building heading towards a cafe that he prefered to frequent during lunch. It would still be some time for the group to arrive in central as all up and coming alchemist that wanted to become state alchemists had to go. "Please stay quiet" he sighed thinking about several of the past missions that Lamirande had gone on and the devastation that could have been increased had Faulkner not been there to quell the hot headed alchemist.
(Love the sneeze.Edited to stay in central. I do plan to have Joesph meet the 3 in central when they do finally plan on arriving tho.)

Alex nodded to Cyril and clapped his hands before stomping and moving the extra car to the back of the train, all of the minions and the leader were bound to the seats. To anyone looking at the train from the outside, it would appear to be just another car.

Cyril ruffled Alex's hair a little bit. "You're alright, kid. I've gotta admit, you've got one hell of a future ahead of you in Central. With alchemical talent like that, you're probably even more effective than some of the greatest State Alchemists around. Hell, if at all possible, I might have you teach me a thing or two about this new technique." The lady from before with the drinks came by again, and Cyril was out of scotch. "Could I get another single-malt scotch, miss? Don't worry about the ice, this time." She poured him a glass and handed it to him, which he then proceeded to cool with alchemy. "Being a fire and ice alchemist has its advantages."

Faulkner came back and sat down next to Alex. "The engineer is informed, Sir," she said. She kept her pistol out, just in case the ruffians wanted to start anything like chew through the leather. She stood straight up, keeping surveillance secretly. "You really should drink that much, Sir..."

Amy rolled her eyes and pulled out her newspaper. It had been folded gently into the pockets of her military uniform. She looked over at Alex. "Right around now is when I tune him out," she mouthed, and then started to read her paper.

Faulkner was surprised when she felt the cold, wetness go down her jacket. She slyly opened her jacket to find an ice cube. She took it out, closed her jacket, and promptly beamed Cyril in the forehead with it. She then returned to her news story about street crime in Central.

Cyril was quick to follow Alex. He hadn't been to East City in quite some time, so it was refreshing to see it again. "This place hasn't changed much since the last time I was here. Anyway, I'll be right back. I need to let some of these soldiers know about those goons we put away. I know you did most of the work, but Amy and I both helped by buying you some time, so we'll say it was joint effort, alright?" With that, he approached the nearest soldier to their platform. "Hail, soldier. We got some ruffians that tried to rob the train in the very last car. Could you make sure that they're discreetly detained and taken somewhere secure?"

"Sure, but who are you?"

"Cyril Lamirande, the--"

"Frostfire Alchemist! Yes, sir, it'll be done as discreetly as possible. Is the engineer aware of the possible departure delay?"

"Yeah. He's been informed. I'll be sure to let the folks at Central know about your contributions to this."

"Thank you, Sir! We'll get right on it."