Prologue

The sun was beginning to set on the once crowded marketplace. Now, the shopkeepers were closing up and the remaining customers were finalizing their purchases. A few other people joked around with their friends and talked about going for a drink. Then there were those who were just waiting.

One of those people was a young woman. Her arms were crossed and she was leaning against the wall. She wore a simple crème colored skirt and tall brown boots. Her tunic was a long sleeved white shirt. Quite a simplistic attire yet it suited her purpose adequetly. Around her waist you could just catch a glimpse of two silver hand guns. Her sharp hazel eyes were trained on the shop across from her. Some of her blond hair had fallen into her face. She absently tucked the offending strands behind her ear, her eyes never leaving the shop.

She waited a few more moments then a man stumbled out of the shop smiling drunkenly. The woman's expression never changed as she pushed away from the wall and followed after him.

The drunk man didn't even realize that she was tailing him and turned down the road swaying slightly as he went. The dusky light cast long shadows on the ground as the woman continued to follow the man at a distance. At one point he paused and turned to look over his shoulder. He was a bit too slow for the woman had already leapt up onto one of the low lying rooftops to her right.

The man shrugged muttering something under his breath before forging onward. He took a sharp right a few minutes later and stopped at a dark alley way. The woman following his movement came to a stop on the roof behind him and watched waiting.

He looked around before he moved forward and knocked on the wall three times. By now, the sun had disappeared over the horizon and the moon was just beginning to climb into the sky and it was hard for the woman to distinguish the figure that had emerged from the dark alley.

A deep voice spoke, "Were you followed?"

The man shook his head, "Nah, I dun think so." He slurred.

"So you're not sure?" the shadow asked.

"Well, I'm sure but…"

The shadow cut him off, "Nevermind, did you bring the documents you spoke of?"

The man nodded vigorously, "Of course, I got 'em right here." He said, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a thin packet of papers.

The woman's eyes narrowed and she reached down to grasp the handle of one of her guns. It was time for her to intervene. She stood up and leapt down behind the first man and shot him through the head. He slumped to the ground and she stepped over his body to confront the shadow man.

She first made sure that he couldn't see her face before she raised her gun to his head, "Who do you work for? Tell me and you won't end up like him." She threatened in an icy tone.

The man laughed and caught her slightly off guard but her arm remained steady. "You must be that Silver Bullet everyone talks about. The bane of demons herself. I must say it's quite a pleasure to meet you. Too bad the moon isn't shining on your face, I'd bet that you're quite a beautiful woman." He said smoothly as he stood up.

His comments now unsettled her and she pressed the gun against his forehead, "Shut up and answer my question." She demanded.

"Wish I could darling but I have somewhere else to be. Now, if you don't mind, I'll be off!" he said as she was buffeted by a huge gust of wind as the man shot up out of the alley carried by ebony black wings that glistened in the moonlight.

She cursed and shot at him as he sped away but none made contact. Soon he had disappeared and left her standing in the deserted alley with her gun still raised. She lowered her arm and contemplated what she should do next.

She could follow after him but that was foolish. At the speed he had been going he would long gone by now. She sighed, frowning as she reholstered her gun. She turned and looked for the papers that the first man had been carrying only to find a note where they had been.

She picked it up and read:

Better luck next time darling.

Courtesy of Roy Mustang

She let out an angry snarl and ripped the note to shreds before she walked out of the alley fuming. As she walked beautiful pure white wings billowed out of her back. She stepped out of the alley and launched herself into the air thinking about when she would finally catch that cocky bastard once and for all for no one escapes from Riza Hawkeye, the Silver Bullet, the demon's bane.