Prolouge
"Well if it isn't "Hero Of The People", Edward Elric. What brings you to our humdrum headquarters?" Mustang joked as Ed plopped down on the couch in Roy's new office.
"You know why I'm here Mustang. I have to fill out that report you assigned me. I just decided to come early to check up on how your promotion to Brigadier General is going. How's the extra work?" Ed said sarcastically.
"I see you've already heard, Fullmetal, about the old Brigadier's death. It was a great misfortune. I'm just glad that I was next on the Fuhrer's list for promotion."
"It might have been a great misfortune for some, but for you it was nothing but good luck. And now you're actually getting somewhere!" Fullmetal laughed.
"Don't get cocky, Edward. You're rank is still equal to Major. Compared to Roy, you've still got a ways to go," Hawkeye said, walking in.
"Well, I see the promotion to Captain hasn't changed you're cheerful demeanor, Lieuten . . . I mean Captain Hawkeye," Edward sighed, "This is gonna take some time to get used to."
"So, Edward, Any luck on finding the "Stone of Heaven"?" Mustang said, leaning back in his chair.
"Well, that lead we got gave us some useful info."
"Really?"
"No. It was another fraud. I can't believe how many people want the stone for their own selfish purposes."
"Like yourselves?" Mustang smirked.
"I've told you a hundred times, we deserve the stone more than those greedy gold-obsessed people and we'll only use it twice; once for Al's body and once for my arm. Then we'll destroy it."
"Oh, don't be so selfish. There are many other good uses for the stone. Not to mention how much money one could get from selling it," Mustang mused.
"Yeah, yeah. All we need is another great weapon that could destroy us all." "Right, so what are you going to do now?"
"Well . . ." Edward started to say until Mustang smirked.
"It was a rhetorical question, Fullmetal. I already have the answer. You, my small subordinate, are going to help me solve a mystery."
"What? Why you can't stop being a Jackass?" Ed murmured.
Mustang rose from his seat, pulled a picture from a file on his desk, and walked over to Edward, "Do you know how the old Brigadier was murdered?"
"No. But they say that the person they think killed him has killed before."
"And do you know why they think that?"
"Nope."
"Well, you'll agree with them when you see this photo taken at the seen of the crime."
"Really? What makes you so sure?" Edward asked, raising an eyebrow in suspision.
"Because you were apart of it," Roy said, handing Ed the picture, "It happened the day you quit being a state alchemist."
"When was that?" said Edward, still looking at Roy.
"Only a while after you started."
Then Ed looked at the picture and he soon remembered. The body was sliced and diced in a way Edward had only seen once. In the victim's of Barry the Chopper.