disclaimer I do not won Fullmetal alchemist :) If I do own FMA i would make another arc about Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye, Alphonse amd Olivier. Lol. Love those characters

Notes: Thank you for the giving time to read my work :)

Rated uhm M? I think for the violence and other stuff. Please tell me how to improve :) i would like that very much. This would be my first time writing a multiple chapter fic and my first ever fight scene would be this one.. I am not really good at it... please tell me how to improve

Ps English is not my first language so I do apologize if there are wrong grammars and wrong use of punctuation marks. And also they might be out of character... did I said It right? I am not confident in my english hehehe... i hope I make justice in writing this.. since I lack the skills to write.

Thanks to :To the Snip ,Thank you for your encouragement, I will continue to write. To Cassie, Sincity27, flareup4ratchet and others who liked(i was not able to see who liked and bookmarked my work :() my work thank you! Thank you everyone each like and comments always make my day. :) i will write more and practice

Night came sending the stars to paint the sky with spots of gold, Mist lightly covered the streets as icy wind swirled around Amestris. Furey blew in front of the window and drew a doodle of Black Hayate. After the Promised day, he will be promoted two ranks higher. Their promotion was still being processed that seemed longer than expected. It was chilly inside, they had to thank their uniform for being long sleeved that covered them mostly. Team Mustang worked their way through the papers. The General from the North sent them last minute papers, telling them that it was a challenge for them to finish on time, They can hear her evil smile on the other side of the phone. They all knew how Oliver Armstrong hated Mustang for climbing the ranks so easily.

Luckily they have Riza Hawkeye in their team. Her expert secretarial and management skills saved their team almost all the time. Good thing though,Major Miles constantly helped her much similar to the way he helped General Armstrong "Hey Furey" Breda called. "Why aren't you doing your part?"

"I'm done" Furey replied merrily, he continued to draw Black Hayate on the window, forming the pup's legs.

Hawkeye finished her work and pushed herself off from her seat. "Everyone done?" She asked, to her left,Havoc stood and gathered the papers that was scattered on his table. He extended his hand toward her that caused her to lift a brow at him. She did her best to hide the pain of her throbbing head, she was working all day and got barely enough sleep.

"I'll send it Ri. You need to rest now" He smiled. She handed him the papers thanking him. After his rehab, Havoc immediately returned to the military. And was assigned once again under Mustang and will be promoted as a Captain, Breda will earn the same rank as well. While Riza herself will be a major.

"Lieutenant" she turned to The Colonel , his office chair turned to her with his fingers playing on a pen . He will be promoted as a General after the processing "I think you should go home now" she was about to retort but he spoke first "you look like you're about to get sick." He smiled and added "I'll give you a day off tomorrow,Rest well"

She knew there was no room for arguing besides, her head was throbbing "Havoc and I will handle things from here Lieutenant" Major Miles said. He worked under Mustang now and will earn the rank of Lieutenant Colonel. Riza knew she could trust Major Miles since he was the only one who was capable of handling things when she was away.

"Very well then" she formed a crisp salute. She met Havoc on the way out of the office. She briefed him about the chores tomorrow since it will be her day off. Despite the womanizing nature of her subordinate, she knew that he was a hard working man. Havoc offered to walk her home but she refused saying she could handle her self.

"Careful Lieutenant, " Havoc Warned " There's a news about a group who kidnaps women" His tune was serious, very unlike him. "Call us if you're home, don't forget"

"I will and I will be fine Lieutenant." Havoc saluted at her. Her head throbbed even more, so she made her way out of the headquarters as fast as she can.

The air outside the headquarters was cold. Mist covered the street floor. Most were inside their houses at this time of the night. Good thing the moon shined brightly, helping the street lights to brighten the road. She continued to walk, remembering the news.

Many were kidnapped, killed, tortured and others things were done to...women. Just about she reached the street where she would take a left turn, awful laughs of men echoed lightly at the alley. Her senses told her to go but the soldier inside her told her to move and check it out "Help!" A cry of a woman made her move quickly. Her second plea for help was cut off. Goosebump crawled all over the Lieutenant. She kept her breath still. She watched the empty streets, before rounding a corner. Her gun was already on her hand and kept her focus.

Just as she located the alley, she raised her gun pointing it at the large man pinning a woman on the wall. "Let her go" Hawkeye warned.

"Oh another Woman" the large man pinned his victim harder, the girl grimaced she cried even more. Hawkeye took few more steps, not fearing even if light parted her. He eyed her from head to toe examining her as if she was his new experiment "you're a military girl." She kept her face straight, her focus was now on the victim. Her headache was long gone covered by the alertness signalled all over her body "i like military girls. " his eyes sprawled all over her body, She was so focused on the girl ignoring the fact that she felt bare with the eyes of the man.

"Let her go" she warned again. The safety was off, should anything happen she would just pull the trigger. The man pulled away from the girl, hands in the air with grin across his face. His teeth shone under the cloudless moon. Just as the man freed the girl, she ran away with screams pouring out from her mouth. The Lieutenant watched the girl go, she could take on this man. Size woudn't be a hindrance. From the shadows, more men appeared. Standing behind their leader and behind her. She hoped that the woman already went to the military police to report.

"Now now now where did you get yourself into Miss Soldier?" He asked without fear of the deadly weapon between her hand.

"Who are you?" She asked carefully.

With the brush of foot on the floor, Hawkeye ducked. And slipped her leg under the man. The man almost slipped, She grabbed his arms over her shoulder and threw him into the floor. They glanced at their fallen comrade, without a second to spare, More men lunged at her.

Out numbered.

She only brought one hand gun. One man tried to grab her between his stocky hands, she doubled over and punched the man in his gut, knocked her the hilt of her gun into the man's head and threw him over to the other men. They caught their comrade and hissed at her.

Keeping her breath steady, she pulled up her arms , shielding her face and one feet light footed than the other. She knew she needed to conserve her strength but also her bullets. As two more men lunged at her, she slipped past between the two and knocked her knuckles into the smaller man and made a round house, hitting the back of the larger man.

Her blood raced. She turned behind her, a dark haired man was watching her. He was thrice her size, fully muscled from neck down. The man moved, fire withing his eyes. His arm almost hit her had she made a slower move, he would have hit her. She advanced toward him and slammed her wrist into his and lifted her leg to make another round house but his large hand caught her ankle and yanked her off the floor and slammed her into the wall. She gritted and desperately cut off the cry trying to scream out from her mouth. Just as her vision blurred, she steeled herself for another hit but the large man pulled her hair up to get her to her feet.

They were too many, should she cry for help? And where were the military police? They should be patrolling at this time of the night. "Now sweet princess, you will be tired soon. Quit playing with us" the leader spat, sitting at the wooden box. "Just surrender" She was trained to kill. She let a moment pass, to gather her senses. She loosened her arms, dangling it and allowed her body to drift. The arms around her loosened.

"She passed out?" The man behind her asked. Without a moment to lose, her hand swung over his face, nails digging his eyes. He screamed and loosened his grip on her.

Cursing at her, the leader moved, every bit of his movement marked an experience. She needed to win. She needed to report to the Colonel. She knew they were going easy on her. Hell She needed to escape! She prepared herself to defend. Watching every men around her as their eyes were glued around her body. She took a steady breath, four men lunged, she ducked as one tried to punch her. She swiped her leg over the man but he was swift, He grabbed her leg and threw her down into the floor. Before she could collect herself, men locked their arms around hers. They pulled her up to her feet. Her energy was depleting but

She won't go down without a fight.

As strong as she could, she stomped her feet into the man behind her. He cursed and loosened his grip as she rotated and stabbed her finger into his eyes. Just as she rotated to hit the Leader, a silver light caught her aback. Bullet cut through her gut, with no chance to move, Gruffed hands grabbed her arm and slammed her small body into the wall, her clip broke free from her hair. Pain swelled inside her, she suppressed a cough, her held desperately on her consciousness. She can't pass out right now. "Now now Soldier, don't be violent" his hot breath on her cheeks. She looked down at his bleeding arm, blood dripping into the floor. She almost congratulated herself for wounding the leader without her knowing"I like women like you" she was losing blood. Raw iron taste filled her mouth, her consciousness almost fading.

Another hand took her hair, dragging her across the rubble. Ten men surrounded her. Raw iron slipped her throat. Her grip tight on her gun, the leader yanked the gun off from her hand. "You're annoying with this thing miss soldier" his eyes darted down from her body. "You should wear less clothing Miss, it would suit you" his words did not registered on her. She was focusing on what was important.

She needed to escape. But there were ten men surrounding her. Six in front of her and four behind her, if only she could do alchemy... Riza tried to move ignoring the pain in her stomach and the needle sting like pain in her head. But everything dissolved into nothing as she heard a familiar voice of a young man. Horror filled her mind, she brought danger upon her friend. "He-hey!" A voice shouted. Immediately, the man with the glasses pinned the soldier down, shoving his face onto Hawkeye's direction. "Lieutenant!" He screamed in horror.

She forced herself not to scream or gasp. Furey was in front of her. His glasses limp on his face "Let him go" Hawkeye hissed.

"Hmm you know Colonel Mustang?" None of them spoke "ah, you knew him, tell me. Who is his assistant?" the leader crossed his arms over his buffed chest and was not even bothered by his wound.

"She is not here" his voice shaking. Furey's eyes were still on hers. She wanted to tell him to escape. But her voice was raw, her strength almost diminished.

"I can smell lies young man." He towered over Furey. She wanted to scream, she wanted to shoot that man. She can't let them hurt Furey, the large man's hand lifted into the air.

"STOP" Hawkeye nearly screamed pouring every bit of her strength.. "If you want me then do it!. Just let him go!"

"Lieutenant no! I-They-

"Shhhh"the large man placed a finger on Furey's mouth then punched him on his jaw, the glasses on Furey's face broke free. One foot crushed his glasses and laughed at Furey's hopeless state.Hawkeye's head was on fire, she must do something!

"Stop! Don't hurt him he's got nothing to do with this!" The large man kicked the Young man on his gut then went over Hawkeye. His eyes turned dark, grin appeared on his mouth. He bent and fingers traced the line of her jaw she struggled free of his grasp but his hands were much much stronger than hers then his fingers crawled to her neck.

"STOP TOUCHING HER !" Furey screamed. He struggled and struggled to be free from the grasp of the captor. The large man grinned. He sent hand signals over the other men. He was the leader of this group, maybe the one said by Havoc. She needed to escape with Furey. This group was far more dangerous than they know. The leader bent lower, meeting her face. He leaned into her touching her back "DON'T TOUCH HER YOU BASTARD!"

"Go!" Hawkeye pleaded. If she can't save herself she would save Furey."save yourself"

"Heroic aren't we?" He looked at Furey over his shoulder and said "guess this was no knight in shining armor of yours"

"I will not Lieutenant!"

"Leave him be" she was surprised that her voice was calm. fingers slid inside her collar. Her captor's hand tightened over her hair,lifting her head higher.. She can't move, his weight preventing her to do anything. Should she die now.. no she won't die. She needed to think of a way to escape. She was bleeding so much, if they wanted her they would keep her alive as much as they want. But what would they want from her? They were looking for The Colonel and her. She feared the worst.

"DON'T TOUCH HER" out of frustration, Furey flipped his head backwards making his captor sneer. But he held Furey tighter. The captor forced his weight onto Furey' back. Furey cried in pain , arms twisted behind him. "don't be a coward!" Furey hissed "Attack me! Are you so afraid of a woman?!"

The leader stood. "Stop " Hawkeye almost screamed. His eyes, bore the eyes of death "stop!" Her voice won't come out. The blonde man who held Furey pulled him up on his knee. "Don't! " she dug her finger nails on her captor's wrist. So hard that he man pushed her away. As soon as she was free of his hold, Hawkeye grabbed the gun near her, ignoring the blood she lost and the pain. How foolish of them leaving it near her. She shot the men surrounding Furey, some were shot through their heads and the others were on shoulder. As soon as the bullets ran out she feared the worst, she met Furey's eyes.

"FUREY RUN!" Hawkeye's voice cut through the air. Furey got into his feet, shaking. She collapsed, Arms took her leg and ruthlessly slammed Hawkeye on the floor. Her world silenced for a few seconds, only bringing the sound back when she heard Furey screamed. The leader sent punches on Furey's stomach with grin on his face, blood slid down from Furey's forehead and the red fluid filled his mouth.

He looked over his fallen comrades then slid his eyes over her "you made me really angry Woman"

"I will tell you what you want to know" Hawkeye almost whispered. She was good at making people believe her, the only one she cannot fool was her Colonel. The leader stopped mid punch. His next move was swift, almost as fast as the lightning itself. Her breathed loosened from her chest as his fist made contact wit her stomach. The whole alley blurred, she gathered for air desperately. She was going to die.

"Please! LET HER GO" Furey begged, tears running down his face. Hawkeye's breath began to falter. She locked her eyes on him, bloody faced, with tears running down. Blood was thick around her coat, it was already dripping into the ground.

If she ever died, She knew Havoc and the others would keep The Colonel on track, and Miles would help him to rise to the top. He was now loyal to him. However, she was ordered not to die. But now.. she needed to keep Furey away from these men. Even if it meant to lose her life.

"What do you want?" Hawkeye asked calming herself to gather oxygen properly. She would do everything to keep her Team safe.

"You"

The last thing she heard was Furey's plead to stop then a heavy fist connected with her head right after the contact,she blocked out.