Ed was not excited about coming back this time.
He was never particularly thrilled about doing so, but he
knew this time would come with a beating and a lecture.
It was not like he planned to have his arm cut in half.
The mission just got a little more complicated then he had
expected.
The military suspected a gang of thieves were stealing
firearms from a warehouse. A perfectly boring mission,
according to Ed, and not worth his time.
"What does a stakeout have to do with the Sorcerer's
Stone?" Ed screamed at the aggravatingly stoic colonel who
was peering at him from behind his gloved, interlocked fingers
only a few hours before the raid.
"The military is not just here to fund your treasure-hunting
ventures. We decide where you go when necessary."
"So the answer is 'nothing,'" Ed decided while glaring at his
superior officer.
"I'm glad we came to an understanding, Fullmetal. Now go."
Instead of giving him any further satisfaction in knowing he
was aggravated, Ed chose to take his frustration out on the
colonel's door as he left the room by slamming it behind him…
…several times.
"Okay, Al…the Colonel didn't exactly say what we were
supposed to do in there," the blonde said as he watched a
gang of men break in, "So I guess that means we don't
have to worry about breaking anything."
"Brother! It's a military warehouse. There could be
expensive equipment inside."
"Yeah, he-he. I hope I get to see the colonel's face when
he sees the price of the damage."
When full attention was once again given to the situation
at hand, Edward simply decided to charge in, with a
hesitant Alphonse behind him, and burst through the
warehouse doors.
That is when everything went wrong.