M51-M60 Hallway

[fullmetalheart]

After the lights went out, Ed didn't waste any time setting up to get some work done at his desk. First order of business was the sword for Scar. After carefully thinking about the design, he clapped his hands together and pressed them to the chunk of metal he had acquired. The sword took longer to form than it should have and was plainer than he usually did, but he didn't have the energy to waste on anything fancier.

He then took a moment to catch his breath as he eyed the little bit of metal left. After he judged it was enough for a set of lockpicks and a spare, he clapped his hands again and made those. At least these went faster.

He surveyed his work by the light of his flashlight. "They'll have to do."

Then he scooped up his radio, the sword, one of the sets of lockpicks, and two each of his share of the bombs he and Al had made the previous night, before setting out to meet Al.

[To here.]

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M55

[sixth_attack]

Sechs was in the middle of pulling up his battle suit up past his waist when Landel sent off his nightly message throughout the institute. The Replica could only snort with disdain as he fitted his arms through each leathery sleeve. "Security breaches, huh?" Sechs mused to himself, reaching his arm back to zip up his suit. "Something is happening... Something good..."

Another voice intervened inside Sechs' head. "You sure about that?" the drug sneered, "Remember the last time the security fell? Landel still came back despite all that military might back then. Nothing much changed after that -- except that your ability to be as STUPID as ever sure improved!"

Sechs glowered to himself as the drug's cackles filled his head like a cave full of crazed bats. Gritting his teeth, Sechs clasped his hands over his ears, but knew no amount of deafness would relieve him of that awful voice. It didn't help that it sounded exactly like his own. To think that he could sound that... that sickening!

As though reading its host's mind, the drug retorted with a snort. "You're just jealous because I'm the better side of you!" it jeered, "Just wait till I introduce myself to your little friends later! They're gonna love me more than you!"

Something about that remark sent a knee-jerk reaction out of the android, sending him into a burst of rage. "SHUT UP!!" he snarled, bashing his skull once against the wall in a desperate fit to shut the voice up. Yet his actions only amused the drug more, leaving him slightly dizzy and sore in the head.

Growling to himself, Sechs sat down on his bed, his hand still clutching into his injury as he waited for the pain to subside. He couldn't live like this anymore. Why couldn't that flower he got from that Baptist cure him of this parasite? When will it end?

Answering that thought, the drug simply replied, "It'll be over once you either give in to me or die, pal."

Not bothering to reply with words, Sechs gave out a deep growl at the voice and pushed himself back to his feet. He angrily plowed through his preparations for the night, clenching his jaw as he struggled to ignore the parasite's laughter. Stewing in silence, he finished suiting up into his gear, gathered his weapons, flashlight, radio and his teleportation ring. Once ready, the Replica stormed through the door and out into the hallway.

[To here.]