The Missing Gold Finale: Stealth
June 12th, 1901
You walked up to the rock overlooking the convoy getting the gold and swore to yourself as Envy grinned like a fucking idiot.
"Well, why are we hiding? We should just use the advantage we have and kill them all like the dogs they are!"
How you wished you put a muzzle over the mouth of that braggart and just leave him in the desert to rot for a couple of days, but your own sense of morality, and that of Scar, prevented that from occurring.
"Would you shut up?" Scar said, vocalizing your thoughts as he crouched down next to you. "There is no need to kill them, only that we capture the gold and return it to Ishval. Those mercenaries are criminals, but they do not deserve death by our hands."
"Where is the fun in just staying sneaky and quiet?" Envy replied. "You humans are so afraid of death, that you do not even try to live a little."
"Because by god, risking life and limb over gold is something sane and rational people do, especially from armed mercenaries," you replied with a snarky comment. "You make it sound like we're normal people over our heads?"
"Are you?" Envy asked, his smile twitching as you felt your stomach churn.
You ignored the Pineapple. "Scar, take the south side, try and stop the convoy's lead truck, then meet me at the center."
You turned to Envy. "Envy, can I trust you not to kill anyone?"
Envy's frown grew as he folded his arms. "I will kill them."
You narrowed your eyes. "Unless you want me to melt the bones off your body again, will you not kill them?"
Ency flinched. "Fine, I won't kill them. I promise you are a filthy human also, who shouldn't be ordering a homunculus around if you know what's good for you."
You nodded. "Take the Northside, and deal with their machine guns."
Envy scowled. "Good luck human."
Why did you feel like he was wishing to kill you now?
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The convoy was stopped to make camp, before sunset, and you moved to stop them.
Stealth Roll:
D100 => 79 vs 30
The entire thing was perfect, the guards were getting all nice and lazy, with them being so close to the border of Amestris and Crete.
They were happy and seemed to be relaxing for the great profit that would be made from the theft from another nation.
That gold, despite it being alchemical in nature, was still valued quite close to real gold. Gold could crash economies if not carefully regulated by the finance ministry of the State Alchemists.
The economic crisis that Amestris would not be able to handle.
Once again, you reminded yourself you were not a patriot, doing it for the leader and country. You just wanted to make sure that ishvallan's would be left alone.
Or was it to get a story?
You shook your head and moved towards the guards who were… not paying attention at all. Backs towards you, on standing, one sitting, both talking to each other.
"Tell you what, when we get back home, we come back to Ishval alone, find us a nice orphan girl, and bring her home? We'll be able to have the girl that nature won't allow us to have?"
"No, we are not kidnapping a baby just so we can have a girl? We can always try again with the orphanages."
"They won't accept us as parents."
"You don't know that?"
"They won't and why would they? Two men love each other, and that is an abomination, but a girl raised with us is far more likely to survive than in this hot, desolate shithole is something they don't care about… why not try to make our life happier for once, instead?" There was a hand on a shoulder. "We wanted this for so long, why can't you accept it?
"Just, let's." The man stopped. "We'll talk about it tomorrow."
You thanked the gods they were separating, and then put the sitting one in a sleeper hold.
Stealth Attack:
D100 => 95+30=125
He was out cold less than five seconds later, his body collapsing into a heap.
It was the same for the other, who was brought down with a swift kick to his knee, and then covering of the mouth and nose, and a swift chop in his nerves near his neck.
Scar:
D100 => 50+40=90
Envy:
D100 => 88-30=58
Silence pierced the convoy and then a few minutes later, it was over.
Everyone was unconscious and alive.
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"Tell me something," You asked the leader, offering a drink. "Who hired you really? Creten mercenaries are a dime a dozen, but never ones this organized? Who was funding you? The Directorate? The Army? A shadowy force that seeks to destabilize the region?" You asked.
The leader scoffed. "You really think that you are so clever, are you? These 'People…' That you think are behind this, are far more than your simple little brain can comprehend. They want death, they want war! But they pay well, well enough for me to run away and die someplace warm"
"Give me a name?" you asked.
"All I know is that he goes by a title… Some man named Sage of the East?"
Envy then hit the man in the head. "Come on Human, we've got more gold to move… unless you want me to just leave?"
"I would rather you leave now Envy, seeing as the Gold will be returned to Ishval itself by myself and Scar." you said.
Envy whistled. "You really are a jackass you know… then again, all humans are, never enjoying the company of little old me."
"Then maybe shut up and stop interrupting my interviews." You stated.
"They don't know anything, and even that asshole gave an alias. Sage of the East my ass. Who would say something about Xing anyway? Those assholes enjoy themselves far too much to care about Amestris and the west." Envy stated.
"Perhaps. But I'm a journalist Envy, I hunt the truth and publish it, that's my job."
"It's so boring, why not just try to hunt it all down yourself, don't you know giving up your hand is a bad move?"
You sighed. "Perhaps. But you must remember Envy. A journalist is two things. He's either a romantic, wishing to see the world in a better place… or someone who inspires them. Think about that, you pineapple idiot?"
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June 15th, 1901
You returned to the City of Ishval 3 days later, and the Gold was safely returned.
And once again, they proclaimed you a hero to Ishval.
Reward: Amestris has noticed you going above and beyond your civic duty to hunt down the stolen gold, and see you as a hero.
King Bradly is impressed and wishes to commend you once you return to Central, to be a witness to the first rounds of negotiations between himself and Prophet Lounge.
Hero of Ishval Modified:
You now gain a +20 to all rolls within Ishval, and +5 to all rolls around Amestris Proper. Unknown Effect when working Abroad.
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