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The Future is Shit Chapter 1

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Summary: Number Five was an assassin android, made specifically for killing human beings. That was his sole purpose, until one day it wasn't. Escaping from The Commission was a nearly impossible feat. And what does one do after succeeding in a task of that difficulty? More nearly impossible feats, of course. Five decides that the next logical step is to get rid of The Commission once and for all. Alongside a group of accidental companions tasked with killing one of the most dangerous people on the planet, will they find that they're in over their heads?

Pairings: None

Word Count: 3,718

Author's Notes: Here it is! The new project I've been hyping up for a few weeks now! It's an Umbrella Academy fic, which probably surprises no one. It will be focused on Number Five, which also surprises no one. I'm excited for this, so I don't really mind if anyone was expecting something else.

Quick Heads Up: This series will be a bit more violent than my previous ones! It makes sense given the source material, but I just thought I'd say this anyway.

The first thing Five could really remember was the running. Running from something, running from nothing, and running from everything all at once. He could hear the clang of metal footsteps on the solid floor and the whirring of mechanical joints being pushed to their limits, but there was no way to tell if those sounds were from him or the security guards that were pursuing him. 

The fact that every single hallway in the Commission building looked exactly the same definitely wasn't helping his plan. The only thing he had to rely on was the map that was programmed into his head, but it was specifically designed so that he could only see it while he was standing still. If the Handler was anything, she was clever, and Five hated her for that.

As he rounded a corner, he slid into a dimly lit hallway that branched off to the right. He hid in a shadow as the mechanical security guards approached. They looked around in a state of confusion, their sensors unable to detect him. He took a gun from the holster on his belt. He barely took any time aiming it. Three shots rang out, each hitting one of the guards with deadly accuracy. All of them fell to the ground, sparks flying from holes in their heads. Five stepped out of his spot in the shadows.

"Good riddance." He muttered as he examined the effectively deactivated guards.

He was still definitely being searched for, but now he'd bought himself some time. He just had to find a way out of the building. Then he'd be infinitely harder to find, and he'd probably never have to worry about the Commission again. Of course, he'd only ever be viewed as a child to anyone who saw him, but even that was better than being forced to kill whoever the Handler decided needed to go.

He took that moment of stillness to look at the map of the building. A light blue grid overtook his vision and a three-dimensional map sketched itself out. A dark blue dot appeared on the map indicating where he was, and a red dot appeared on the map indicating where the Handler was. Not every android could see that second dot, but Five had been the Handler's right hand man for years. Earning her trust had been a big part of his escape plan.

Based on the map, one of the only exits was down a hallway after taking two lefts and a right. The only issue was, the Handler was standing in one of the hallways he needed to pass through. He swore under his breath. If she was so nearby, there wasn't a doubt in his mind that she'd been able to hear those gunshots, not to mention that she definitely already knew he'd escaped.

He blinked once and the map went away. Then he started going down the hallway towards the exit. There was no use trying to avoid the Handler, she'd find him eventually anyway. So he ambled down the hall, making one left turn, then a second one, and a final right turn. The Handler was there waiting for him.

She turned to face him. "Would you look at that. It's the man of the hour!" Her red lips curved into a false smile. "You know, I expected more from you Number Five. You were the best assassin in the entire program. You have so much potential!"

Five glared at her. "If this is what you think potential is, you must not have much."

A flash of indignance crossed the Handler's face, but she covered it up quickly. "You were always one for distractions. Trying to get me to keep talking so you have time to run. But you're not getting away that easily. Is there any way I could convince you to stay?"

"Not a chance." Five said through gritted teeth. "Oh, and that wasn't the distraction. This is."

He took out his gun again and shot her in the foot. In the moment that followed, when she was more focused on the pain than on him, he bolted past her and sprinted down the hall. He put his hand on the scanner next to the door, and it glowed green. The door slid open. Then he was out of there.

He ran across the barren landscape, occasionally glancing behind him to see if he was being chased. He wasn't, but in a way, that was worse. The sun shone brightly, creating heat that Five couldn't feel. Wind kicked up loose dirt from the ground, which got into his eyes and partly obscured his vision. But still he ran, farther and farther, until he saw the silhouette of an abandoned town in the distance. He skidded to a stop.

Wandering through the town was strange to say the least. Everything was silent except the whistle of the wind, and there didn't seem to be anyone there for miles. Half destroyed buildings were scattered around, the ruins covered in dust and dirt. It was very different from the clean and business-like Commission building.

Five stopped in front of a house that was still mostly put together. It didn't have a roof, but that wasn't much of a problem. He went inside and looked through the rooms, most of which had been completely cleared out. Eventually, he found a trapdoor on the ground. It was locked, but the wood wasn't in very good condition, so he stomped on it and it broke. The downside of that plan, though, was that he fell through the floor and into the room below.

Once he collected himself, he stood up, dusted himself off, and took in his surroundings. It looked like it used to be a finished basement, and whoever had cleaned out the rest of the house had left that room alone. The carpet on the ground was partly decomposed, revealing the concrete beneath. The same went for the wallpaper. A chair sat in the corner of the room. The upholstery was torn, and the metallic details on the legs were tarnished. A table, which had been broken in half, was lying on its side. Cobwebs hung in the corners of the room. All other traces of the house having been lived in were gone.

Five went over to the chair and sat down, continuing to look around the room. "I guess this is home for the next few hours."

Five had contacted someone a few days prior, someone who had volunteered to help him get out of the country. They'd discussed an exact date and time, so Five figured he wouldn't have to wait for long. So he did. Hours later, after the sun had set, no one was there. The hours turned into days, days into weeks, weeks into months.

And he waited for two years.

-Two Years Later-

Luther Harrison had been away from his lab for hours, searching for materials to use to build new tools. He went on that trip once every year. There was a town near the place he worked that had no one living in it, and he'd cleaned out most of the houses at that point. He'd been expecting to be in and out as quickly as possible, but he was very wrong.

He approached a house he'd been to a few times before. He'd already collected everything from the ground floor, but there was a basement that he'd forgotten to look through the previous year. The trapdoor had been broken open last time he'd seen it, which was strange. Because as far as he knew, he was the only one visiting that town, and he couldn't remember breaking it.

Once he managed to get through the relatively small entrance, the first thing he noticed was the table in the corner. It had clearly been broken down the middle at one point, but it had been balanced in a way that made the two pieces fit together and stay standing. Then he turned his head to the left and saw something that he was surprised he hadn't noticed before.

A fully built android, sitting in a tattered chair that was placed along the left wall. He appeared to be built to look like a kid, maybe around 13. Rust had developed in his joints, signifying that he had been there for a while. His head was lolled back, and his wide eyes were completely dark. He was wearing surprisingly nice clothes, a light gray suit with a white button down shirt and a dark blue tie, but they were covered in dirt and dust. He had clearly been shut down, but Luther didn't know if it was on purpose or from some kind of malfunction.

Luther looked around for something to carry the android in, but there was nothing. So instead, he just lifted the android up and carried him out of the basement. After a discovery that important, he had to go back to his lab. He hadn't had time to collect anything else, but that was the last thing on his mind.

Carrying the android the whole way, he traveled outside of the town, continuing on until he came to a specific patch of empty land. He stepped on a hidden button and the ground shook lightly as two doors slid apart to reveal a worn-out concrete staircase. He descended into the dark tunnel below, the doors shutting again behind him.

Luther Harrison's workspace was a strange combination of a total mess and entirely put together. It all depended on where you were looking. There was a metal desk across from the stairwell that was meticulously organized. A neat stack of books sat on one edge, and a pen sat on the other. A chair was placed at the desk, pushed in so it wouldn't take up too much room. Meanwhile, there were random papers spread across the floor, and piles of filled notebooks in every corner of the room except for two. One of which was occupied by half finished inventions, and the other which was occupied by a couch with a person on it.

"So, what do we have today?" Diego had been staying with Luther for years. They were almost like brothers at that point. And like brothers, they didn't get along a lot of the time. "Is he dead?"

"Not dead. I don't think, at least." Luther moved the stuff off of his desk and put the android down on it. "If we can get him to work again, maybe he'll be better at helping me than you are."

"Being your assistant isn't my job. Never was." Diego tossed a knife at the ceiling and it stuck, along with the other three that were already up there.

"Would you stop doing that?" Luther requested harshly, taking a screwdriver from his toolkit. "The ceiling is going to start leaking if you keep putting holes in it."

"That's the plan." Diego responded, throwing another knife. Upon the impact of that one, another one fell down, and Diego caught it by the handle.

Luther made the conscious choice to ignore Diego, instead focusing on the android that was currently on his desk. He used a fast-paced rust remover that he'd developed to restore the android's joints quickly. Then, using the screwdriver, he opened up the panel of metal on the android's chest. Instead of wires like he'd expected, the android was full of gears. Gears, and some sort of dark oil. There was so much of it that you might think it was blood, but it definitely wasn't. Plus, the gears ruined the theory that it was an electrical malfunction, because there wasn't any electricity anyway. Then he noticed that the android's head was propped up just a little more than it should've been. Luther nudged his head to the side, and when it turned, he saw a wind-up key like what you might find on a clock or a music box. It was attached to the back of the android's neck. Luther turned the key a few times, hoping it would do something. And it did.

The android's chest panel snapped shut. His eyes stayed mainly dark, but white irises with light grey pupils appeared in them. He blinked a few times. A blue grid briefly scanned over his eyes, but it went away quickly.

The first thing Five saw upon waking up was a guy he'd never seen before standing over him. This guy wasn't like anyone he'd ever seen before. He was a cyborg, part human and part robot. His left eye was robotic, and it had a bright yellow glow coming from it. His right arm was also robotic. And of course, given the fact that he'd never seen this person before in his life, Five resorted to panic mode. He swung his fist, striking the stranger in the face. Then he jumped up, oil spilling from the reopened maintenance panel on his chest.

"Who do you work for and where were you two years ago?" Five switched from panic to interrogation really fast.

"I don't work for anyone! What are you talking about?" The stranger stumbled backwards. "I'm trying to help you!"

"Oh really? By dissecting me and selling my limbs to the highest bidder?" Five glared. "You could've at least had the decency to meet up with me two years ago like you were supposed to!"

"Look, I don't know who you are, and I don't remember agreeing to meet up with anyone!" The stranger held a hand up, possibly trying to distance himself from Five even more.

Five rolled his eyes. "Don't act dumb, Diego. You set me up. Do you have any clue how hard it is to escape from an organization that barely anyone knows exists?"

"Hold on. My name isn't Diego. I'm Luther Harrison." The stranger, who Five now knew as Luther, looked perplexed.

"So… you're not Diego Harding?" Five lifted an eyebrow.

"No." Luther shook his head and gestured to a second man that Five hadn't noticed before. "But he is."

Five's gaze moved to Diego as he looked him up and down once. "Diego Harding. Remember me? We communicated through an encrypted network two years ago over the period of May 16th to May 24th. You were supposed to help get me out of the country. Where were you?"

"I don't know. Must've forgotten or something." Diego shrugged it off.

"And I'm guessing you expect me to believe that. Just cut the crap, would you?" Five slammed his hand on the desk behind him. "If you couldn't help me then, maybe you can help me now. You owe me at least six favors at this point. And you?" He turned back to Luther. "Could you be so kind as to fix the hole in my chest. That's not a question, by the way. You made it, so you fix it."

"Can you feel pain?" Luther asked, mainly out of curiosity.

"No, I can't. My main issue is that a bunch of oil, which I need in order to function properly, is staining my white shirt." Five deadpanned, saying the last part of the sentence with clear sarcasm.

Luther quickly resealed the metal panel, hoping that if he did then he wouldn't have to face the humiliation of being killed by a child. Diego didn't seem to have the same fear.

"Now that that's over, what do you want from us?" He stood up. "You've been really cryptic about everything you've said so far, and I for one want some facts."

"To start, I'm an assassin android from The Commission. Model Number Five, built in 2989." Five rolled up his sleeve and held up his right arm, where thick black numbers reading '005' were emblazoned on his wrist. "And I'm not going to tell you why I'm here, because I don't trust you that much yet."

"The Commission? What is that?" Luther's brow furrowed.

"That's classified. Either you find out on your own or you don't find out at all." Five answered quickly. "But back to the task at hand. Do either of you happen to know someone who knows everyone?"

"Actually… I do." Diego said reluctantly. "If we leave now, we can get to his place by the time the sun sets."

"Okay then. Let's go." Five headed towards the stairwell.

After a few hours of walking, the three of them arrived in the middle of nowhere. They stood in front of a tent made of colorful scraps of fabric. An old neon sign flickered above the entrance, which was made of an old curtain. It was a hot pink circle that had a phrase written inside of it in bright green lettering. It read: "The One-Stop Shop For All of Your Needs From Beyond The Grave!"

Five raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure this is the place?"

"I am. Klaus knows everything about everyone, but he never answers you if you ask how." Diego stepped through the curtain and into the tent. The other two followed him. It was a tight fit with all of them in there at once, but they managed.

A man sat at the table in front of them, his hands hovering over a glowing crystal ball. His curly dark hair looked like it hadn't been brushed in a couple of days. He had at least four scarves on. One was around his neck, one was around each of his arms, and one was tied around his head. Five noticed that he had tattoos on the palm of each hand, one saying 'HELLO' and the other 'GOODBYE'. Those must've hurt like hell to get done, He thought.

The man grinned at the three of them as they entered. "Diego! Welcome back bud. And I see you've brought some friends with you this time! Care to introduce me?"

"Well this one's Luther. You already know him." Diego pointed to his left.

"Yup. Diego talks about you a lot, you know." Klaus said matter-of-factly. "From what I've heard you're pretty insufferable."

"I'm not that bad." Luther scowled at Diego. "He just doesn't like me. Which is fine, because the feeling is mutual."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure it is." Klaus waved his hand dismissively. "Anyway. Who's the kid?"

"He's the one you have to worry about today." Diego nudged Five forward.

"I am." Five nodded. "And don't call me kid, just because I look like one doesn't mean I am one."

"Gotcha. So what can I do for you today?" Klaus clasped his hands together.

"Before I tell you my entire plan, I'd like to know what your deal is. What exactly do you do in this tent?" Five sat down in the chair opposite the one that Klaus was in.

"I'm glad you asked! Actually, I'm a medium. For 20 dollars a session, I can contact ghosts and spirits and stuff." Klaus explained.

"Can I get some evidence?" Five crossed his arms.

"Absolutely! And you know what, I'll give you this one on the house." Klaus placed his hands down on the crystal ball, and it began to glow. "You see, there was a time when I had a brother named Ben. He doesn't have much to do a lot of the time, so he's pretty easy to summon."

He began muttering what Five identified as barely audible nonsense. A few seconds passed, and the crystal ball went dark, taking the light from the rest of the tent as well. Although it could easily be missed, Five heard the rustling of a curtain. When the lights rose again, there was another man standing in the room. He was dressed casually, in all black. Diego and Luther looked amazed. Five raised an eyebrow.

"Ben! Good to see you bro. I'm glad you decided to show up." Klaus raised his hand to give his brother a high five, but Ben's hand passed right through his own.

Five narrowed his eyes and gestured for Ben to get a little closer. Then, faster than you could say the word 'skeptical', Five had taken hold of the front of Ben's sweatshirt and pulled him down to his level with inhuman strength. Five's pupils glowed blue and he scanned Ben's right eye. Then he let him go.

Five started speaking, the robotic tone in his voice increasing tenfold. "Name: Ben Hargreeves. Date of birth: October 1st, 2989. Date of death: indeterminate. Hair color: black. Eye color: brown. Current status: alive." His eyes returned to normal and he smiled at Klaus smugly.

Klaus and Ben exchanged a glance, both rendered speechless. But only for a moment.

"How did you do that?" Ben's brow furrowed in confusion.

"It's part of my programming. That feature is technically supposed to be used on corpses, but it can be used on living people too." Five shrugged. "Emphasis on the living."

"Okay, fine, you got me." Klaus raised his hands in an 'I surrender' gesture. "I'm a con man. But you're not allowed to judge me! This is a very lucrative business!"

"But if he's alive, then how did you do that thing with your hands?" Diego asked.

"Misdirection. If you move your hand fast enough, no one will be able to tell that it's not really happening based on the initial shock of there being a ghost in the room." Ben quickly explained. The room fell into an awkward silence.

"So, now that that's over with, let's get down to business." Five stood up and leaned on the table. "I've heard that you know just about everyone in this area."

"That's true!" Klaus nodded.

"Have you heard of a man named Edmund Cornelius?" Five asked.

"Actually, no, I haven't." Klaus pursed his lips.

"Shit." Five muttered. "Well I guess that's a dead end."

"Who's Edmund Cornelius?" Luther questioned.

"You don't need to know that." Five dismissed him. "I guess I'll have to find him myself then."

"Well… you might not." Klaus said. "I might not know who that is, but I do know someone who might. She's a DJ, and she travels around a lot so she probably meets a ton of people. Chances are she'll know your guy."

"Okay, so it's settled." Five stepped away from the table. "Let's go find that DJ."

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[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 32

[Tephi]: Finally.

Last time: Ed set extreme debt repayment terms, Kimblee gave a gift, and Scar dabbled in facelifting. Onwards!

The search for Shao May continues, although all the Elrics have found so far are little black and white pugs, not pandas. Meanwhile their quarry is with the person they’re actually trying to find for lessons, grabbing supplies for the road trip north. Episode 32 - “The Fuhrer’s Son” Ooh! An episode around the Fuhrer’s kid? We’ve seen a him a few times when Bradley’s with his family, I’m down for an episode that explains how this all works. We know that he’s adopted, but not why the Fuhrer’s gone and gotten married as well. All just a cover to pose as human? At the train station once more, Conductor’s sending off an East City train. May runs through the crowds, slowing down by some MPs who are discussing Scar. Meaning she’s distracted and bumps into someone, dropping her groceries and Shao. Whoops. Nothing to see here, officers? ...uh… So we aren’t actually supposed to buy this disguise, right? I mean, I’m fairly certain that’s a dude in a paper-thin disguise as an old lady. Keeping track of the Xing princess? If so, for who?

Wow, for a princess in a faraway land May is really free with her information, saying that she’s transferring to a North-bound train. Then again, she decided Yoki was a person of good repute. Disguised Old Lady notes… whoops. Apparently she actually is a lady, seemed confused at such an odd cat following May. Later that night, down in the sewers, a cloaked figure is supporting another. Wait, Scar is here? Then who was the cloaked figure that May guided onto the train? I’d thought that it was Marcoh still recovering from his Hand of Rearrangement, but for some reason they’re down here in the sewers and not on the outbound train. How do they expect to get to the North, then? Cops are chasing the duo with flashlights and guns, until the duo becomes just Scar pulling a Creepy Clown at them. Rockslide, and escape through the dust. Later, coppers! In Central Kimblee’s going over the case files, noting that the Scar Sightings are trending towards the West. Buddy, I get leaving a false trail, but how far are you going to go before turning right? Kimblee’s on the case now, takes his entourage of Blue Shirts to a large marble building… and passes an old lady with a cane and shawl on the stairs. Once at the train station could be brushed off as odd, but seeing her here now? Old Lady, what are you up to? Kimblee even picks up on it despite this being his first interaction, calls her suspicious but then turns back to pursuing Scar. Methinks you’re going to regret that later. A church bell is ringing on a clear day, we’re UUUUUGH we’re at Maes Hughes’ grave. Stop reminding me of his fridging, show. Roy is paying his respects as YOU. Ok, who is Old Lady? She shambles up and makes small talk with her, do you… … … WHAT GENERAL GRUMMAN?!

Wow, just… wow. Ok, back to serius biznis. I know that it’s difficult, Roy, but keep it together. Dude may be eccentric, but he is a General. You called him for a reason. The Elrics are taking a break from the fruitless panda search to look up Alkahestry in the library. Oop, back to the Colonel and the General. Grumman’s been updated on Central being controlled by the Goths, and his minions scattered/held hostage. Grumman talks about how he himself was asked about his opinions on immortal soldiers, when he dismissed the idea as ridiculous he found himself transferred to the East. On the plus side it means he was free from the Goth’s corruption, but unfortunately it’s left him off to the side cleaning up messes. Even the small successes he’s earned, like pacifying the Liore riots, were undone when Central forces were deployed to replace his own. And here he is, so close to retirement welp he’s dead. Nice knowing you, ya kooky general. Alright, so the General’s in on the plan. But more immediately important to our heroes, he recognises the panda sketch that Roy is carrying. Quick, to the library! No luck for the Elric brothers, in all the library they can’t find anything about Alkahestry. Guess they’ll have to head to Xing- HE RETURNS! ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY ARMSTRONG!

Towering over the bookshelf, he easily pushes them aside to reach the shocked Ed, then shushes him for being loud in a library. Never change, man. Well, I dunno if I’d have send The Mighty Armstrong to ‘quietly’ tell Ed about his target moving North, but you gotta use the tools at hand. Ed’s got a path now, time to- A letter of introduction? For ‘her’? Someone past North Command, at a spooky looking black wall-

-an officer nicknamed “The Northern Wall of Briggs” Major-General… … … … Major-General Armstrong Tank-Lady is Major-General Armstrong … … YYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS Move over mid-ep character cards, I no longer care about Mrs. (?) Grumman or even the Fuhrer’s adopted kid Selim Bradley. You think that you can tell me that there is another Armstrong in this setting, who’s basically in charge of the Night’s Watch?! Fudge that, push those nobodies aside and get moving north!

Wait The new Armstrong… how is she related to our current version? She didn’t look old enough to be his mother, and sharing the same name… Tephi. Tephi. So help me, if you knew that we would be getting to a sister of The Mighty Armstrong and didn’t make me watch this show faster- Screw it. Calling it now, I need to see The Powerful Armstrong as soon as possible. I am now updating at least twice a week, Wednesdays for sure and whenever I can fit an episode in elsewhere. I need this character! Ok, freakout is mostly over. Moving on! Scar and Marcoh are still heading the wrong way, although as they’re on a bridge over a bunch of train tracks I think I know their plan now. MPs are catching up Scar and now-obviously Yoki, the two are cornered on the bridge… just as a train whistle blows! Now, as long as the cops just stand there and don’t try to move forward and restrain you, this should work. Oh yeah, smoke from the train! That’ll help, the cops just stand uselessly as the train passes and the two fugitives are obscured, and are shocked to see them gone after the train passes. A+ job fellas, I’m sure your boss will be happy with your performance. Wait, train for West City? Why? Don’t you need to go north?

Poor Al is still pouring over the books for any hint on Alkahestry, remarking May’s use of long-range transmutation. Huh, so Alkahestry differs in being more capable of medical uses and in ranged abilities? I wonder if Alchemy has any advantages over it? Sudden shorts? Ah, it’s you. The kids who I was initially excited to learn more about but now view only as an obstacle from The Powerful Armstrong. Go on, shoo! Ok, fine. I’ll give you points for recognizing Al as the Fullmetal Alchemist’s brother, not Fullmetal himself. But as exciting as it is to meet a Main Character, watch the volume; this is a library after all. Selim/Fuhrer Jr. asks about all the books Al has piled around, Al wishwashes about researching medical techniques when Ed runs up, yelling about heading out of town. Aw, Selim’s a fan of Ed, too! Doesn’t know enough to not call Ed short, though. Ed is angry rrright up until Selim’s Secret Service put guns up to his head. What, you two didn’t know this was the Fuhrer’s kid? Awkward… No, scratch that, this is awkward. Getting invited to the Bradley household for tea? How did that happen? I get that Selim is a fan of the Elric Brothers, but still… smalltalk has turned to Selim talking about learning Alchemy and working with his father. Ouch. They can’t know what Bradley is really up to, of course, but it’s hard reconciling what we know with this little family, a son in awe of his father and a mother wistfully remembering their first date. Um. Papa Bradley’s home. And he is NOT happy to see the Elrics. He’s already been established as their enemy, holding the threat of harming Winry against them. To walk into his own home and see those two sitting across from his wife and kid? Simple cover or something more, he’s clearly taking that as a threat.

The awkwardness increases! Ed struggles to reconcile this peaceful little family with the truth, and Bradley makes a veiled reference to Ed’s own family before heading back to work (Selim pouting at the briefness of the visit), with Riza following behind Eventually Ed and Al make their goodbyes, promising Selim that they’ll visit again later. I wonder, will that be before they at best arrest or at worst kill his adoptive father, or after? Regardless, time to move on. North! Scar and Yoki are still hanging out in their train car, as Kimblee’s goon squad searches others. Kimblee looks over the map, notes the rocky mountains. Train slowing down at curves, with a person who can change the ground for a safer landing? They jumped off way before West City, and Kimblee sees something to the north that makes him grin. North, north, north, everywhere we look people are heading north. Let’s get there already! Post-credits scene! Ed and Al are on the train, looks like Ed’s added some winter padding to his regular red coat outfit. The brothers remark that it might be neat to see some snow, they never got much back home. Weak midwest winter weather, am I right?