"What a beautiful day it is! And here you are stuck up in your office. Shall I share with you the incredible beauty to brighten up your office experience!"

Roy nearly cringed at the low masculine voice that could only belong to one man; One of his greatest friends. With a huff, Colonel Roy Mustang peered over from his weekly report papers to see none other than Major Alex Louis Armstrong. Also known as The Strong Arm Alchemist. As always the mysterious pink sparkling stars lingered over the Majors body as he showed Roy a manly arm flex. Surprisingly his shirt was still over his torso, a New record for the Alchemist.

"There is no need for that, Major. Besides, I won't be here for too long, tonight." Roy answered coolly before returning to the paper work. If possible, more pink stars appeared by the delusional body loving Armstrong.

"Yes. I heard you and Lieutenant Hawkeye shall be spending time together in each others' company! Oh what a joyous occasion!" Like a gifted illusionist, a handkerchief suddenly appeared in Armstrong's hand to quickly wipe away the upcoming tears from his baby blue eyes. Roy was not impressed. "It's so beautiful to witness love just before it blossoms!"

Now the Major was getting carried away. "I wouldn't call it love." Roy looked up at Armstrong and frowned. Now that Roy thought about it, he had never seen his friend go out with anyone before. Surely even a guy like him had his share of admirers. "Don't you go on many dates?" The question just blew out of Roy's mouth without much thought. It still didn't faze the giant.

"I would if only there was a woman out there that could stand the beauty and art of the Famous Armstrong's body structure!" As if to prove a point, and with no shy bone on the mans body, Armstrong's top uniform was quickly torn away to show the 'beauty' of the man's upper torso. Roy sat in silence as the Major performed every pose that could show off his upper strength. Maybe he should have kept his mouth shut. Damn, where do those stars come from?

"There was a reason why I asked you to come down. I have a mission for you."

Armstrong quickly stopped and stood up straight with a slight nod of his bold head. "Of course. I heard it was a transportation mission."

"Correct. There is a woman with the name of Ayita. She is an Ishvalian who may have important information about the still missing Alchemists from the Civil War. We need someone trustworthy that can keep her safe while bringing her to us. She has been notified about the situation and agreed to come willingly." Roy studied his friend, noting on the obvious tension in Armstrong's shoulders.

"Keep her safe, sir?" The large man seemed a bit confused on that part.

"Yes, keeping her safe. Her family just happened to be one of the groups that trapped and kidnapped many from both the military and some Alchemists to gain information. She admits helping, but never killing anyone. Some of the captured escaped and others may have been killed. Maybe it will help us finding out who could have made it and who didn't."

"I see. So the other Surviving Ishvalians see this as a betrayal, and aren't happy about it." Armstrong finished, understanding what his job was. He wasn't so sure if he was too happy about it either. "Why me, sir?" The words slipped out from his lips before Armstrong could stop himself. Once he heard his own question, he knew the answer. Still Mustang explained his reasoning.

"To make up for what couldn't be saved. It may ease you from nightmares in the night" The knowing look in Roy's eyes said it all. Armstrong understood what he was mentioning to but wasn't so sure if this mission could do just that.

"Very well, sir"

"Good, Hawkeye will hand you the information before you leave. Good luck Major." Roy stood from his seat to give his friend a salute. Armstrong returned the gesture before walking out of the Colonels room, with no pink sparkles in sight.