Getting the ingredents

[Envy]

It was cold outside. Luckily, the prison was only a few yards away from the laboratory 5. Envy quickly marched across the empty space, opening the door and quickly getting inside. He then transformed to Basque Gran, the Iron Blood Alchemist, one who was in charge of this place, before he was brutally slain. Not that it mattered now. Envy knew what is to be done.

The guards were sleeping, but a few sharp words made them work. The prisoners poured from their cells. They had desperate looks on their faces, as they walked through the corridor. One of them was Zolf J. Kimbley, the Crimson alchemist.

*Yes, that is enough. ENOUGH I SAY!* shouted Envy at the guards. he boiled inside at their stupidity and lack of skills. *Do I everytime have to do all things alone?* he whispered to himself.

*Now follow me, I need to get them to the laboratory, for some... experiments.* He kept his eye that no prisoner escapes. they needed an exact number and mass of material.

*Where is Lust, when one needs her?*

[Envy]

Envy and the prisoners moved into the 5th Laboratory. They crossed the the corridor moving climbing up stairs, moving up. After a while, they reached a large room, which was above the main laboratary where Tucker was stationed now. Al large cube stood in the middle of the room, with glass walls filled with the red water. Envy pressed a butten and the wall opened. *In!* he shouted at the prisoners. One by one they moved in. Zolf J. Kimbley moved as last, smirking as always. Then the wall closed.

Envy changed back to his cute form, walking back to Tucker. *I must move now,* he told him. *Wrath will keep an eye on you, but Sloth will come soon enough and will take care of you. You can study now. I hope you will not fail.* Then he turned and walked out.

[carduus]

TUCKER
He nods, but is in quite the state of distress, hearing a name of yet another homonculus. He returns to flick back through a large tome and adjusts an array upon a wall accordingly.

KIMBLEY
He was observant to many things during his transport and he really didn't mind the move either. 'Seven years,' he thought. 'About time something is to happen.' He smirked. The feel of cold air refreshing him.

The cube was not quite what he would have expected and the prospect of yet another imprisonment aggravated him, but it was a change and a change, which he could use to his own good. He entered, smirking at his fellow prisoners. Licking his lips he could not but keep a smirk up. 'So much material' he thought with twisted joy, 'even the wooden shackles can't stop me now, that i got material.' He waited for his time to come.