Winry, you aren't going to like this but I must say it. Kimblee is your father," Mustang said.

Winry, Ed, and Al stared at him. "But they died. My parents died!" She insisted.

"We wrote you out of respect for your grandmother, as she wanted to put off telling you that your father is the Crimson Alchemist," Mustang explained.

"Oh great, now we have one more person looking after us," Ed groaned. Just then, Kimblee walked in and the three children proceeded to glare at him. It was a tense moment that Kimblee finally broke himself.

"You've all grown. You look just like your mother, Winry. And you like your father, Ed, but I remember-" he stopped, not remembering Hohenheim at Ed's age. "I think I was taller at your age," he finished rather awkwardly.

"What, how dare you!" Ed said, standing abruptly, eyebrows crossed fiercely.

"So then were not all completely orphans?" Al said, confused. "Yes we are," Winry said. "Your father went away and mine never came back!"

"Winry, I was in jail," Kimblee protested. Ignoring this, Winry said, "Come on guys, let's go." She, Ed, and Al walked out coldly without further conversation.

"We won't be seeing them for a few months," Riza said, looking out the window.

"Will they be all right?" Kimblee asked, worried.

"Did they seem all right when you ran into them last?" Mustang asked. "Well, yes, until they were captured." Then he remembered something.

"Pinako said that Winry has been studying here the past couple months. I can't believe she lied," he said in anger.

Armstrong entered the room. "Armstrong, meet Kimblee, Winry's father," Mustang said.

"What?"

"The Crimson Alchemist. The one who was in jail and killed so many turned out to be the father of one of those sweet, dear innocent children," he said.

"Sweet and innocent?" Fury chuckled, walking in. He was followed by Havoc and and Falman.

"When did we decide they were sweet?" Havoc asked.

"And we all know those three are far from innocent," Falman added.

"He is right sir, I mean look at Ed and Al. Also, Winry has been lying to her grandmother that she was studying here," Riza said. Mustang smiled, shaking his head; once again, his crew was right.

"Armstrong, I want you to take Kimblee. Follow them and make sure they're safe. Don't let yourselves be seen though, you will lose them," he warned.

"And Kimblee, when you do confront your daughter," he said over his shoulder while picking up a toolbox from behind his desk, "Tell her not to leave her tools around."

When they all left, Riza turned to Mustang.

"So does this mean you won't act as much as a father towards them?" she asked.

"You wish. Kimblee is probably a horrible father and I will still look after those three. I just see this as an extra pair of eyes," he said with a smile.