A/N: Hey its NewModrenDemigods here (now TheAmazingAlchemist310) as you can see I've changed my name and deleted my old story because I've lost interest in it and PJO as a whole and I've gotten new interests and I KNOW nobody will really miss it...ANYWAY hopefully this story will be much better
DISCLAIMEIR: I will most likely never own FMA as it belongs to Hiromu Arakawa and it doesn't look like she'll be parting with it soon so enjoy
Roy Mustang never thought himself a lucky man but standing at the alter waiting for his soon to be wife he felt that whatever Deity controlled this world had finally given him a break in his miserable life. Roy sometimes wondered how he had gotten Riza Hawkeye to finally go on a date with him and then continue to go on multiple other dates with him. It had almost felt like a weird dream or that this was actually Heaven but Roy highly doubted that he deserved to go to Heaven. His palms are sweaty and his knees are shaking ever so slightly. He looks down the aisle waiting for the love of his life to come walking down but just as the guest start to rise out of their seats the lights suddenly go out and he can hear people start to panic but he cannot move as the soldier can feel a rough piece of fabric being pushed up against his mouth and hands wrapping around his midriff, he struggles but quickly recognizes the chemical and sweet smell of chloroform and soon his world is plunged into darkness.
The next to be taken is the son of Armstrong Family ,Alex Louis Armstrong he is taken in his sleep his eyes open for half a second before he is fully put under with the chloroform. It takes six men to get the giant of a man into the waiting truck below.
Solf J Kimblee is joins them soon after. Chloroform is not needed as he is sitting at his dining table when they come for him, sitting quietly as though he had been expecting them he simply gives up his hands so they can be cuffed and says only one thing "Give me power"
Basque Grand is taken much more forcefully but once what they are doing is explained to him, he just smiles and the greed for power shows magnificently in those eyes
They are unable to locate Tim Marcoh
The last to be taken surprise the Special Ops a great deal more than Kimblee by miles. They are arranged to meet the person they have to kidnap in the back alley behind some crumbling old building in a small city called Resembool .The person they meet can't be more then eleven years old with striking gold eyes and a blood red hoodie, he walked straight up to them giving them his hands, his eyes cast downwards, they lead him into the truck not missing how his golden eyes burn with determination
