In one of the cabins of the train a waiter approached with a cloth in on hand and a plate of food in the other. With a quick observation it was clear that the food was going to the man and his wife who sat near the one end of the cabin. William, whom was spectating the waiter, stood and intercepted him. He scribbled on a small chalk board at miraculous speeds and held it for the waiter to read, the sign read[color=lightgreen]"I was just walking over to em, I'll just take the food with me"[/color] William waited until the servers eyes met his and he smiled. His conniving little plan worked and the server handed over the steak and mashed potatoes. William held his smile, waiting for the server to turn around. The exact moment he did, William broke out into a fast walk towards the train cabin where he was supposed to meat the other alchemists. All could have been made easier if William had decided to just pay for some food, but he didn't want to have to pay a ridiculous price for something like mashed potatoes and steak.  

The cabin door opened in front of him, standing within were three people. One was a girl, a young one, wearing the military uniform standing by the window. The other was a man, Slightly taller than the others. He was heavily bandaged on his arms and head, making it difficult to make out his features. The third girl was standing there, saluting to the others. A salute usually doesn't last for more than a few seconds, so he speculated that she'd arrived around the same time he did. Unlike her, however, William didn't salute. It may be a very large gesture of recognition, But William wasn't going to salute to anyone, unless it was rightfully due. In his eyes, it wasn't.

With a mouth full of steak he looked at the lot, then moved his eyes to his chalkboard where he erased the last thing he wrote and began fresh. He held up the chalkboard,[color=lightgreen]"Morning."[/color] It read.