**Pewter City - Museum**<br/><br/>He accepted the sheet of paper, read over it, and tried to dedicate it to memory; in truth, he'd probably need to see it another three or four times before he could fully remember it, though. He folds it up very neatly, and slides it into his pocket.<br/><br/>Something clues him in to the impending situation;' call it instincts honed in the maelstrom of battle. He was instinctively stepping off to the side as the creature came their way, his reaction coming a split second before the curator's. As he did so, he was reaching to his holstered Scyther Claw Gloves.<br/><br/>By the time the creature is on the professor, he was ready to act, but the security guard's PokeMon beat him to the punch; still, this left Alphonse off to the side, and, hopefully, unnoticed by the gunman.<br/><br/>Moving slowly, quietly, and trying to keep an exhibit in between him and the man as he talked, Alphonse was moving to try and get behind the man with the gun to the girl's forehead.<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>IF</strong></span>the situation plays out as Alphonse wants it to, he will end up behind the man, with the right Scyther blade pressed to the back of his neck, and the left pressed against his spine. "You can kill the girl if you want, but it won't save you from me ripping you into shreds.  I'm willing to cut ya a deal, though. Guns on the ground, before things get<em>dicey,</em>and we'll talk." Their is no humor, no warmth to his voice. Just a deathly cold, like a winter-chilled dagger.<br/><br/><em>Of course,</em>it goes without saying that if at any point he is spotted, and told to stop, the mercenary would do exactly that; he can be stubborn and vicious, but he is most certainly<em>not</em>stupid.