1Dang..this feel pretty cool, my first posted story...hehe...I'm getting giddy.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any Full Metal Alchemist characters...HOWEVER I do own my character Amara [and other later on in the story.

Chapter 1: Mustang's Mission

A pair of silhouettes walked in grungy, dirty looking clothes down a street, leading them towards the Central Office.

"Geez, what the hell does the colonel want with us now," Bellowed Edward as both him and his brother, Alphonse, walked in the streets of central.

"Maybe it won't be as big as you think it is, Brother," Al replied, "what would he be mad or would want to report us in about anyway."

They had to stop and think about this. So they contemplated, Ed starring at the sky, a dazed mouth open, and Al thinking in this Tin Suit. Ed right off the bat thought up of a few.

'Eh... well there's the thought I never tell him where we're going. I don't exactly turn in my reports on time...or at all,' Edward felt a churning sensation in his stomach, 'And then my research fund...I'm in debt up in the thousands!' Ed's face looking miserable, hung his head.

"Brother?"

Ed sighed, and rose his head up from dangling at his shoulders, "Ah, forget it, we're going to get lectured either way. Let's just get this thing over with."Ed swung his suitcase over his shoulder, a determined, yet doubtful face, marched in a somewhat dignified way to Central Office.

Colonel Mustang was signing documents, filing, and writing letters to the higher ups, when he was disturbed by a knock on the door.

"Who is it."

"Sir," stated First lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, "Edward and Alphonse Elric are here."

"Right, send them in," he ordered, not looking up from his paper work, Sighing his signature right before the brothers entered his office.

The door clicked as it closed.

"Ah...Full Metal so good to-," That's when something struck Mustang interesting.

Edward grew.

"Well now," he chuckled, "I see someone's hormones finally kicked in after sleeping in for so many years."

Mustang stuck a nerve, as a vain popped out from Edward. But Edward felt too mature for Mustang's taunts now, so he thought. He was now 17 and 5"9, truly a miracle growth spurt.

Ed smirked, "Heh, well now, it looks like I'm near you height, wouldn't you say, Colonel?"

"Not quite, shrimp."

Pop! Went Edward's vain.

Mustang moved his left hand to the side of his ear, "Your only up to here, kid." Mustang teased, loving the site of Edward. Pop! Went yet another vain.

"Brother..." cautioned Alphonse, coming in from behind Edward.

Mustang chuckled, "You've got a long ways to go."

"That struck home, and Edward exploded, "WHO ARE YOU CALLING A SHRIMP, I OUGHT TO TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!" yelled Edward, as Alphonse, who knew what was going to happen, clutched onto his brother by the arms, Edward squirming around with his legs.

"Brother, calm down," begged Alphonse, losing his grip on Ed.

Mustang sighed, put his hand to his chin with his index finger out, "It never gets old."

"All jokes aside, let's get down to business," confirmed Mustang, once Edward cool his head off. He flung a file containing their mission. "I want you to bring this girl back to Central."

Edward opened the folder, Alphonse hovered over his shoulder, seeing a profile of the girl Mustang mentioned.

Amara Amano. Lives near central in a little town called Ewells, Age is 16 and-, "Whoa, Colonel, she's a state alchemist?!" I've never heard of her." Edward exclaimed, "and why out all people did it have to be us."

"A simple task that shouldn't have any excuses, you'll begin your mission tomorrow morning at the train station."

Edward informed, "We still have our other mission, Colonel, remember?"

"This detour might even help with that, Full Metal," he declared. Edward gave Mustang a suspicious look. He wasn't giving them much information about this mission.

'What the hell is he talking about...' Ed thought to himself.

"Dismissed." Mustang ordered, saluting.

Being more mature, he gave respect toward others but he was irritated and puzzled, giving Mustang a sloppy salute with his right hand.

The Elric Brothers walked off and out of the office, Edward tucked away the files under his left arm.

Mustang sighed, "Back to work." he grabbed his signing pen and his head smacked his desk and was out cold. A cause pulling all nighters three days in a row; with no caffeine.

"Sir, I heard a bang," Lieutenant Hawkeye began, then noticed Mustang sleeping, "Colonel, you really should get some rest."

"So, what town that is said she was from again?" asked Alphonse, both walking back to the military hotel they were staying in for the night.

"Oh, I think it was Ewells," thought Ed aloud, recalling back to the folder they got from Roy.

"She looked nice in the picture they gave us," Al pointed out.

"Hm," Ed, curious, opened the files again to look at the photo, "...well...I guess, but the thing I wonder is how come we've never heard of her?"

"I don't know."

"Seem Colonel conveniently left that detail out," grumbled Ed, " we'll find out soon enough," he stashed the files into his suitcase, "let's go back to the hotel, Al."

"Right behind ya," Al replied walking behind Ed down the darkened street as the sun slowly settled in the west.

I feel that was too short.

Feel free to deliver "constructive criticism".

— Seo-chan