Bradley listened to every man's words, but most of all seemed intent on the last things that Projecting said to him. "Lust killed Lt. Colonel Octivr as he began to talk about the information he had. Octivr mentioned that he had been recruited to help find a way to bring people back to life. He had also gone on to mention that he believed the military wanted the wars. And he said that the basis of his Clapping transmutation came from Human Transmutation. Sorry for omitting these details sir. I was afraid of someone eavesdropping on us. If what Octvir said was true then the military may be compromised by forcing conflict. It could be another country using spies to weaken us by throwing us against our enemies. If that is the case sir then I thought it may have been best to keep things quiet until a more private place could be reached."
His face was difficult to read. There was more livelihood, you might say, in it than naturally for him. He might have been surprised, or even shocked at what James was telling him. Then again, he might not have been. But he seemed intrigued, at the very least. "I see." he told him. The next one he actually acknowledged with eye contact was Isaac, who told him of a member of Octivir's group who was captured, and within the very hospital. The Fuhrer nodded at him. "Very interesting, Major. Tell you what, I'll let you handle that one. Please, inform me of any information you can get out of her; I'll leave you freedom to proceed with interrogation as you wish."
After casually throwing that gigantic burden onto his man's shoulders, the Fuhrer returned his focus to James. "There is nothing more that needs to be said from you on this matter, Lieutenant Colonel." He stated matter of factly. "Truth be told, I've been aware of these 'homunculi' for some time. That is to say, rumors of unkillable humans have been popping up all around the East lately. I had hoped to gain some clues on their activities, but your stumbling into them is perhaps even better. With that said, however, I want you to promise me something, Lieutenant Colonel."
Fuhrer King Bradley loomed over the Projecting Alchemist, glaring down at him with his one dark eye. "Your primary mission is, was, and shall continue to be to perform as special forces in the Ishvalan Civil War, and more sensitive missions as I see fit. For your own safety, I recommend you do not investigate the matter further. Am I clear?"
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"The military?" the gangster asked, his eyes curious and fearful. He stood, and took on a lower, more somber tone as he spoke. "The same military who goes around violently forcing you into their fold, and then killing you all off when they don't like you no more? The same military that throws its vets out to starve on the streets? The same one that got a buncha you alchemist freaks to tear up the Industrial District and hurt my little brother?"
He paused and hesitated for that last part. With a deep exhale, Marlin could feel him reconsidering. "But... if it'll help my brother, then yeah. I'll do it." He suddenly took on a more frantic movement and pointed an angry finger at Deep Blue. "But you'd better keep your word, or I'll put a bullet in your skull, got it? I'll own a gun once I'm in the military, so don't think I couldn't."
