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He thanked the person and took a seat.


Snow walk in and got some food she sat down and started to read a alchemy book


Snow pick up a comix book and readed that

"I thought I could find something to sell. The last of my money is $2 in my wallet. A house with sheets on the thanked and chairs, must be abandoned. Who'd miss anything, right?"


'OK think, Teach. They won't let me go that easily, it's almost time to watch the rounds, and I still need to grab my other pack from its location. God I hate when this happens...' he started to laugh, everything was going to blow out from underneath of him if he was delayed any longer.
"Who Max?" Snow asked comeing over



Snow giggles " That because we have fought yet" She smiles she gather her books up

"Well then lets go." He would still be scanning the room, and his surrounding along the way.
Snow smiled "Oh well bye." she said she started walking out

After receiving his food he walked back out.

Mai would skip through the door. She was happy that the bounty on Teach's head would buy her new clothes, maybe replace some of her good shoes too.


He have her some money to get something to eat and drink.
Pulling out three folders, he placed them on the table.


"These are the last three "Thieves" spotted, or suspected of being spotted, in Central." He would flip each open as he said the names.
(flipping open the folder on Rachel's left first)
Jon Marque, age 35, Deceased shot by the military, five years ago.
(opening the folder on her right)
Marco "Iron Fist" Estranza, Age: he woukd be 36 now, Ex-State Alchemist, said to have gone rouge and killed his entire platoon, in a fit of rage. Whereabouts, unknown. (This is the guy I'm making. I was thinking of having it that Rachel and Nikola killed off his platoon. If that's ok with you.)
The third he left closed for now, giving Rachel time to evaluate those two folders first.

Rachel read through the files without much interest. "So what are we doing with a dead man's file?" She asked.


"Steel Toed Jakk, age17, 5'7". Abandoned at a young age. Suspected to have been seen in Central last month. Not confirmed."