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Central, August 29th.
Colonel Roy Mustang calmly walked through the streets his eyes watching the people around him. His expression read that of somewhat being troubled. State alchemists for the past two weeks were being killed more than before. A lot more than recently. Far more than for it to just be one killer. It was one or even two more. It had to be. Three Killings in one night, one of them having scar's motif of mutilation the rest falling miles away from each other around the same time. Mustang stopped briefly as he looked up to the evening sky watching the gentle mixture of hues in the sky as the sun had begun to set rather early and night was coming. He nodded softly as he gently thought about the triple murder that had occurred last night.
He wanted answers on the other two murders and fast. So, he obviously and quickly ordered Edward & Alphonse Elric and Rai Kagerai to take a look into one of the specific murders while he and the others would look into the other. He had given a unique case to the elric's and Rai, this murderer being quite well versed in being quite precise with his or her attack on the state alchemist this person had murdered, his mind playing back of the memory of the murder's Calling Card. This "Calling Card" was an odd looking single sword bayonet that had been stabbed right between the eyes, with many more imbedded in the corpses abdomen. He remembered as he learned that further examination had only revealed weird like inscriptions all over its hilt, that were rather unique because no one in the entire city of Central he figured knew exactly what they were or how to read them, the only thing to being able to be told about the murder weapons was that they weren't alchemically made, and we're sword bayonets. The Obvious. He sighed softly as he lowered his head out of a partial form of annoyance, anger and above all confusion, his mind thinking of all suspects who would have such precision with a weapon like the bayonet that was found. Scar? No. He had killed another the same night, miles away.
"Great, we have no suspects, no leads, nothing. For now, until new information surfaces I'll have to wait until they make their next move or, let Ed, Al, and Rai see what they can find." Mustang thought, as he stood upright as he turned in the direction he had come and started back towards headquarters. His focus on catching not only Scar, but the other two murderers as well. He walked calmly, passing by a rather imposing figure that wore the clothes associated with that of a priest. He had green eyes that were covered by rather large monocle glasses, blonde hair that was cut in a spiky version of a crew cut, a rather large scar across sprouting from his lower right jaw in a moon like shape that appeared to sprout up into a point near his right eye. Yet as he passed the tall man, he noticed it really curved up in the direction of it.
Mustang temporarily ignored the man, and suddenly turned as he noticed the priest figure had stopped behind him for a reason unknown to him. His peripheral vision having picked up on his movement for a second, which on reflex caused Mustang to stop as well, the crowds having moved on for a bit. Most going inside or already inside, one or two still outside going home; he knew why too. It was because of the fact that it would soon be night and many did not want to be caught outdoors with the recent concerns of scar's murders, the two new murderers just made the worries and concerns much worse than they already were.
The man in the priest garb turned, standing a bit taller than mustang. He eyed mustang over for a moment, Mustang stopped and his eyes darted back to the figure for a moment. The figure had a soft smile as he looked at mustang. Mustang calmly spoke "May I help you?" The priest only smiled as he said "You can my child, what country am I in?" Mustang's eyebrow rose, his hand rising behind his back in cautiousness. "Amsteris." The priest nodded softly and smiled politely at mustang for a moment. Mustang's expression was his typical one. The confident cold expression he usually gave everyone. The priest's eyes were analyzing mustang's attire, expression and demeanor, body posture; and Mustang in turn was doing the same to the priest. Mustang was somewhat alarmed, and doing this as a mere precaution. He had never seen this man before in Central. Ever. That was cause enough for alarm his mind told him, but his logical merely said he could be from out of town, yet he didn't know that but he'd have to merely be ready in the event of a fight in the streets.
Mustang kept his cool, asked calmly "May I ask your name?" the priest nodded as he said in a somewhat relaxed gentle yet at the same time firm and tone in his voice as if he was speaking to a child. "My name…is Alexander. Alexander Anderson" Mustang replied in a rather curt tone with his own name "Colonel Roy Mustang."
The two men stared each other down before the priest turned his back on mustang and walked away from him. The Colonel's eyes narrowed gently as he looked him over, and knew he had found a suspect outside of scar. He'd definitely have the Elric's and Rai look into it. He turned and walked down the street, heading towards his car. The priest walking away still, patiently and calmly yet walking with a purpose. Mustang turned his car around ignoring the priest, and left for his home. His mind now in deep thought, he headed towards home. His thoughts on this Anderson character were simple. He had his second suspect, and had a lead for the Elric's and a new Alchemist who was going to be joining his team in Central to follow up on.