Desert Rat
Ed slouched in a chair in front of the large wooden desk. His brother Al stood of to the side of the chair, not needing a chair. Al was an empty suit of armor, a soul bonded in blood to the steel and this body of his did not get tired. Ed and Al were inseparable, and on a mission to regain their bodies. A mission that was going to have to be put on hold because of what the man behind the desk was telling them.
"So I need you to head out west and see what you can do about this armed band of insurrectionists. Our military has trouble operating in that desert so the higher ups have been putting pressure on my to get out there, but I hate the heat and you owe me for cleaning up after all the messes you two have been making looking for the stone." Col. Mustang explained.
"Fine fine, so we just need to stop these guys from overthrowing the government, we got it." Ed said, his frustration clear in his voice. He stood up and began to walk out of the office, Al following.
"One more thing Fullmetal, my bosses hired a mercenary to help out with this, some expert that has earned the title Demon of the Desert, he is waiting for you at the station." Mustang said as a dismissal.
The two Elrics gathered some supplies and then walked to the train station. The two of them were common enough sights in the city that their strange appearance hardly raised an eyebrow any more. Al was the taller of the two despite being the younger brother, a fact that Ed took very personally; while Ed was shorter with blond hair braided down his neck. He dressed in all black with a big red over coat that hid his automail arm and leg, the price he paid for attempting human transmutation and sealing his brothers soul to his armor body. Ed began to wonder how they would spot this mercenary at the busy station.
"Brother I think I see him, over there on the platform and he isn't alone." Al said and pointed to a pair of figures wearing strange helmets and sunshades. The taller one wore a full-length brown cloak bleached by the sun, with the end of a shotgun visible below the edge of the clock. The smaller one's cloak did not reach to the waist, and a grenade launcher was slung around the shoulder. Ed went up and offered his hand saying, "You must be the help Col. Mustang offered."
"Yesh, what a shrimp, at least my apprentice has an excuse for being small fry, but your brother is huge so what is your story." The taller figure said. "I am Kanata but you can call me the Desert Punk, and the girl with the 40mm is Kosuna."
"Who are you calling smaller than small you crazy dressed freak," Ed exploded as Al held him back.
"HA you got some spirit I will give you that, and your brother is strong, maybe you two might survive the desert, though the big one might bake inside that armor," Punk said.
"Don't worry about me," Al said, "But I think we should talk on the train, its getting ready to leave." With that the boarded the train and began to head out to the great desert.