"Congratulations General Mustang," a soldier saluted.

"Thank you," Mustang smiled humbly despite the wish to burst out in song about his recent promotion. Since the "Iron Blood" alchemist is dead, the position was wide open; and how lucky he was that his talents parked him in such a great spot. Though it was only temporary and he was to act as a substitute, Mustang was confident (as was just about everyone else) that he could pull off an A++ performance and keep the position. Of course, Riza and Havoc remained faithfully at his side for this transitory placement.

Finally, Mustang reached the new office with Riza and Havoc flanked at his sides. Riza shut the door behind them.

"Sir," she began with a sigh, "please keep at the forefront of your mind that this is not a permanent promotion. Don't allow this to go to your-"

"Can you believe this?" Mustang threw his arms out wide in a metaphoric gesture in embracing the high room. "I finally get the chance to excel! Spread my wings, soar to the top of the-"

"Sir!" Riza barked but Mustang went on without even a glance in her direction.

"Don't worry too much," Havoc shrugged, "let him have his day today, reality will settle in soon. Being a General is a big job and right now he just wants to celebrate."

"….then when the Fuhrur becomes an older old fart then the spin of the wheel will turn to-!"

"General Mustang," Fuery poked his head through the crack of the door, "there's a case for you. It's VERY important."

"Already?" Mustang's eyebrows folded over his nose as the rest of his body froze in a boasting posture. "Well, they must be testing me! Bring it here, Fuery." Mustang relaxed and let out his hand.

"This case, sir," Fuery breathed slowly, "is HUGE. There hasn't been anything like this ever recorded-nonetheless heard! I almost assume that it's imaginary."

"Don't be silly, Fuery." Mustang said though his voice failed to have any hint of accusation. He opened the file and immediately he recognized the papers to be testimonies, he could identify by the format. Mustang began reading and sat down behind the large desk, now he knew why Fuery was so baffled.

One read:

"I'm an alchemist myself, I specialize in plants so I know when I see alchemy and this sort of alchemy was something I never thought to even exist.

"I was doing my regular errands up and down the hill when suddenly, on the way down, I tripped over something and broke my ankle. It was so painful I couldn't scream and I'm too old to try and crawl towards help. Then out of nowhere, this young lady came, dried my tears, and told me I would feel fine in seconds. And she was true to her word! She healed me with alchemy! I know it was alchemy even though I know alchemy isn't ever pure white but I know what I felt and saw!

"After she healed me, she helped me up and left. I don't remember her clearly but I'll never forget her kindness."

Mustang's eyes widened and he quickly read the same testimony aloud for Riza and Havoc to hear, their reactions imitated his own.

"White alchemy?" Havoc's jaw dropped. Though he wasn't an alchemist, he knew enough about it to know that something like this couldn't have been so-much imagined.

"What do the others say?" Riza asked eagerly and she took a step closer to the desk.

"I told you," Fuery adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Everyone ignored him.

"This is from a young man," Mustang commented calmly and read the testimony aloud:

"I was bit by a rabid dog yesterday and the doctor we called said that there was no hope for me. He talked to my dad and suggested that they kill me before I killed them. I remember staring down at my infected leg, it was swollen and purple with puss oozing out-well you get the idea.

"Well this girl came bursting into the room and said, 'Are you alright?' and my family began to push her out but something about her…I told my family to leave her and they did. Then she came and sat beside me on the couch, put her hand on my shoulder with a smile and said, 'This shouldn't have ever happened.'

"Then she set her hand on my leg-I tried to explain that she didn't want to do that that she might get sick but she went ahead anyway. Next thing I knew, these white sparks came flitting out of her hands and when they stopped, I was completely healed! It was a miracle! Maybe those Ishbalans have something about that God of theirs."

Silence.

"And the family?" Riza encouraged.

"Same testimonies, but the boy seems to remember it better." Mustang responded as he shuffled through the papers. This was so much to absorb. These testimonies were too unbelievable but sure enough, they had the witnesses' signatures and pictures. Solid proof that the military wasn't being wickedly creative with a prank.

"Where were these located?" Havoc asked.

"There're near the coast in the Western command. No doubt that they have a good grasp on this but obviously, this is such a giant of a case that it needs to be spread about the island." Mustang switched a paper to the back and began reading silently to himself again. His eyes bulged suddenly and read audibly a sentence from the testimony of a mother that was deathly ill.

"She had golden brown hair that fell to her waist with bright green eyes and a face of an angel."

"So," Havoc nodded as he stared vacantly past the floor in front of him, "she's really hot."

"Havoc," Riza sighed, "Focus, we need to contemplate what can do now."

"Already settled," Mustang stood with a light smile, "Where are the Elric brothers?"

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"Mustang?" Edward lifted an eyebrow at the street phone, "I got the urgent message from your friend, what do you want?"

"What, I can't call a co-worker of mine just to see how he's doing?"

Silence.

"Fine, I'll get straight to the point. You won't believe this but this is real, Edward." Mustang re-read the testimonies with a clear and authoritative tone as Edward listened carefully; instantly absorbed into the information.

"What?" Ed's orbs enlarged and he froze in shock, "White alchemy? That heals and mends human bodies? How is that possible when human transmutation isn't possible without the Philosopher's stone-let alone healing!"

"I understand, Edward, I couldn't believe this either." Mustang's voice was still serious, "That's why I'm sending you into the West to investigate. Don't tell anyone about this, understand? I don't want you two to get arrested for spying. The West might be a little tight about this case."

"Yeah," Edward exhaled carefully, "I see."

"And I want you to write down everything, I mean from the first moment you enter the West to…..when ever but I need you to record every detail." Mustang emphasized.

"I understand," Edward nodded anxiously; he was excited to get started.

"Alright, I'm entrusting you with this." Mustang stated sternly.

"I won't let you down." Ed smiled.

"Healing alchemy?" Alphonse stopped walking, "but that's impossible! Not with out the Philosopher's stone!"

"I know, Al. I can't believe it either." Edward turned to his brother, "but that's why I'm taking this case, maybe this girl has a Philosopher's stone."

"I don't think so, Brother," Alphonse walked up to Edward, his voice clear from the shock he had two seconds ago, "the Stone gives off a red glow, remember? This alchemy mentioned is white."

"However," Edward stared at the ground, "maybe this white alchemy is something more powerful than the Philosopher's stone since is can so easily mend bodies and maybe…." Edward's vision started to blur and he looked up at his little brother, "maybe she can help fix us."