Disclaimer: I don't own Full Metal Alchemist, any of the characters, settings, or anything else. Unfortunately.
((Note: This story is a joint effort with a friend of mine. Any grammar issues are probably on her part. n.n Kidding. Kind of, anyway. I've tried to preserve it as she wrote it, grammar, spelling, and all. Oh, yeah. We're writing it on paper. I'm transferring it here for your enjoyment.))
A rain of bullets embedded themselves in an impromptu wall composed of pieces of other walls. A split second later, a tongue of flame scorched through the blockade, followed by a troop of soldiers, who sent another volley towards the fleeing figure. They again met a barrier that tore from the very walls of the hallway, and the cycle continued.
The girl (young woman, really) being pursued laughed, flinging up another wall to stop the projectiles following her. The alchemy circles inscribed on her shoes glowed with every stride, generating the energy to create the walls that kept her from her victims.
And victims they were. For tucked inside her standard military-issue blue coat was Roy Mustang's pair of ignition gloves, her greatest catch so far. Even though she didn't know whether or not they were the only ones in existence, their material was extremely expensive. People would pay highly for that, more for one of the military's "secret" weapons, and most for something considered a trademark of the famed Roy Mustang. It was just a bonus that she got to tick off her nemesis.
Absorbed in gloating thoughts, a sudden explosion to her left, along with a cloud of plaster and chunks of debris, sent her sprawling. Coughing, she deepened her voice slightly, and said, "Idiots! They went that way!" She saluted quickly and pointed back the way she had come. The vague figures of other soldiers swore and started back down the hallway, brushing her roughly as they passed. Once the settling cloud had mostly concealed them, she leaned against the wall and activated her alchemy circles. An arch appeared behind her, and she swiftly stepped through, and then allowed it to close.
The cool early morning air whipped her short bronze hair beneath the blue hat. It was very early morning, around three, as she had wanted to get the gloves when Mustang wasn't wearing them. The grounds outside were bustling with soldiers and guns, all looking for the intruder. Playful green eyes scanned the area, looking for a way out. Finding none, she crouched behind a shrubbery and drew an array on the ground, one for strong transmutation.
With the circle's activation, a tunnel grew in the lawn beside her, big enough to crawl through. She scrambled in headfirst, just in time to hear someone shout, "Hey!"
From her position on hands and knees, she tapped her heel against the tunnel wall. It sealed shut, and she started crawling.