A Long Ride
So you can see I've written one other fanfic before…. And well, I let it died. I'm going to try and not let that happen to this fanfic because I'm actually into it. I have an idea of where I'm going with it. But let me warn you, I am in the military. I can't always update or get on whenever I want. So there may just as well be long periods of times when I do not update. It sucks, I know.
Btw, I do not own FMA. Obviously.
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So the war had just ended, thanks to Mustang and his crew. All of the planes were taken down and the portals were sealed. The team, or what was left of them, were heading back to their meeting place – a small building, that some would describe as a shack, in the back alley ways. That had been one of their secret locations for a while now. They didn't know if it was still standing, but they would still go there and sit around the area, hoping for the others to show up.
Mustang frowned and stopped as two men in uniform approached him. "Mustang," The first agent boomed. He was a rather tall and built individual. "The acting fuehrer, Fuehrer Branch, has demanded for us to retrieve you."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Mustang demanded, "Why? What did I do?"
"Why does not matter. We shall escort you to your home for you to gather whatever items actually remain. Then we will escort you to your next duty station."
"My new duty station? Why can't I stay here? I have my crew to meet anyways. You're wasting my time," Mustang declared and went to leave. The other agent stopped Roy quickly.
"We were ordered to bring you back," He said in a serious tone. His eyes darkened some as a grin began to grace his face. "Dead or alive."
That sent shivers up Roy's spine. Roy scanned the men, looking for anything that would tell him that they were lying, but he wouldn't find any indications. They were really serious about this, weren't they?
Roy sighed heavily. "Fine," He stated bitterly.
Both guards relaxed a little. Both were very pleased that they wouldn't have to fight with someone. All three of them then walked to the side walk. There was a military hummer waiting for them. They then climbed into the vehicle.
Mustang sighed as he sat back in the seat, relaxing just ever so slightly. "To CQ" the first agent told the private who was driving.
"Yes, sir," The private said and then started the car. Soon they were at HQ.
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Soon the party ended up at CQ. Roy was shoved roughly towards a bench. "Sit and wait," The agents ordered. "You'll be dealt with soon enough." The agents then left the room for a little while.
Mustang sighed as he sat on the cold, hard, metal bench. Really, since when did they have metal benches? He has only seen the solid wood benches in the military quarters.
Roy shook his head as he ran his fingers through his hair. Dirt fell out of it and onto his shoulders and ground. His eye patch was now dirty and ruined, and he had new cuts and bruises to add to his collection. "Damn… where are they gonna take me to?" he thought aloud. He then sniffed the air.
His nose wrinkled in disgust. "Shit, I stink," He complained in disgust. Roy Mustang was a clean person and this just wasn't working for him. His thoughts were then quickly interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Colonel Mustang!" He heard a female shout. "Taisa! Taisa!"
Roy's head quickly jerked to the direction of her voice, Riza's voice. "Hawkeye!" He shouted back and quickly stood up, ready to get her. He was in complete disbelief of her condition.
Riza was being held up by a male agent. She was obviously depending on him for support. Her right leg was been the wrong way – obviously broken. She had cuts and bruises all over also. Her hair was down and she had a few bald spots. But what hurt him the most? Seeing the hand cuffs on her and the pistol imprint on her face.
Roy could tell that Riza had put up a fight to be free, and he was feeling guilty for not doing the same now. Roy moved forward to assist her. "Hawkeye!" He called her name again as he went running towards her at full speed. Then suddenly, he was yanked backwards by the collar of his shirt. "What the—"
"Taisa!" Riza called out in horror as they began to take her away.
"Let me go!" Roy shouted at the agent, trying to break free, trying to get to his lieutenant.
The guard was fed up with struggling with Roy. "Quit moving!" He shouted and threw Roy face first into the ground. Roy grunted as he landed.
Roy cringed as he watched her being taken from him with nothing he could do. He had never felt so weak in his life.
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And so the rest of the group was separated in a similar manner. Lieutenant Havoc was sent to the West, Lieutenant Breda and Warrant Officer Falman were sent to the North, Lieutenant Furey to the North East, Hughes to the South West, Lieutenant Hawkeye to the East, and Roy Mustang to the South.
"This is bullshit!" Mustang yelled. "Absolute bullshit! I know what you're up to, god dammit Branch. I'm not fucking stupid!" Roy knew Branch split them up for only one reason: so Roy couldn't make it to the top, become the fuehrer. Everyone knew Roy couldn't do it by himself. He isn't who he is without his subordinates.
But his biggest key to success was Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. She always kept him grounded and had an amazing ability at finding the smallest things and protecting his were just so perfect for another and well….
He was screwed.