Alphonse had to laugh when he saw two more planes swooping in, and gave each a salute as they leveled off with the rest of the fleet. It seemed ridiculous to bulk up in such large numbers, but in the scheme of things, it seemed to be alright. More guns meant there would be less of a chance of having a repeat of Albion's base, or Iceland.
Upon seeing the train, though, Alphonse muttered a few curses in jest as he flipped on his radio.
"Might have cargo, considering he doesn't wanna fight. That, or he's in the process of acquiring cargo. Either way, you'll have to put someone into the train if we wanna take whatever's inside it without damaging the goods, unless..."
The rest of the crew could hear him scoff before wheezing in laughter.
"...unless...we took out the train tracks and the engine. That'd be pretty damn sad. It'd derail the trains and hurt the goods somewhat. Only somewhat. Nah, I like the idea of boarding...since this probably ain't the only train around. Just might have to deal with the dark for a bit; I wouldn't be surprised if a tunnel punched through the mountains."
Like Roland, he dipped his guns a little lower to target the train, though he had no intent of actually firing. That would be stupid.