{POV Emily}

I could hear the bustle of the town all around me. I was hiding in an ally, hidden only by the shadows. I could hear my target, his breath, his heartbeat, and his footsteps. He was as good as dead. I slipped out of my military issued coat, my pocket watch stowed safely in pocket. I hated leaving my coat there, but it couldn't be helped. I stepped out into the street, and I made my way to where my target was selling his wares. He wasn't large man, or a real threat, but he knew things the military didn't want to get around. I have no idea what he knew, but that wasn't my mission, to kill him was my mission. I stepped up to his stall. I could hear his intake of breath, and feel his eyes take in my body.

"Come back later," he said, "after I've closed up shop." I smiled, and nodded and made my way back to the ally. I retrieved my coat and went back to my vantage point, now only to wait for dusk…

When dusk came I returned and made short work of my target. He had been surprised and had struggled, but he was no match for my alchemy. His body had boiled itself alive. It was just another normal assassination, those were my specialty, but something about this one…I couldn't get his words out of my head:

Watch who you trust, your superiors are not all good, especially your...

I killed him shortly after; he was easy enough to fool. I pretended I was local prostitute and he invited me in. But he…was…different, I wasn't sure I could shake his death, but I would deal. I needed to get back to central quickly; I was going to be assigned another mission.

{POV Edward}

Al and knocked on Coronal Mustang's door, there was a pause before the door opened. I tapped my foot impatiently, 'Come on,' I said. My brother and I had much better things to be doing, but hopefully this mission wouldn't be a totally waste of time. When the door finally opened Al and I walked in and up to Mustang's desk. He was on the phone, of course. Risa Hawkeye had let us in, and she came around to stand beside Mustang. I crossed my arms and glared at him. He finished then stood.

"Elric brothers," he said.

"Coronal Mustang," I replied, "What does the military need from us today."

"You have a mission, there is a man who had a very large library filled with lots of books-"

"Libraries usually are," I said, rolling my eyes, Al shushed me and I glared at him.

"Books that my contain information on the philosopher's stone," Mustang finished as if I hadn't interrupted him. I stared at him, open mouthed.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS!" I shouted, I smiled and looked at Al, "We are so getting our bodies back!" I said. Al laughed, pleased.

"When can we go? Where is this guy? How come we are just now finding out about him?" the question came out of my mouth quickly, I was excited. Al and I hadn't had any good leads lately on a philosopher's stone.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down. You will leave immediately, you can find him in the outskirts of Ishval, and he just came forward, he has been in hiding since the war. He isn't Ishvalian, however, he was living in the towns trying to help the poor, or something like that," Mustang walked over to a map, and pointed to the area we were to find this man.

"His name is Mohan Shani, don't offend him," Mustang was stern as ever.

"Okay, Al, let's go!" I said, turning to leave.

"Wait!" Mustang called, "You will have a partner."

"WHAT!" I said, outraged, "WE DO NOT NEED A BABYSITTER!"

There was a knock on the door, "Come in!" Mustang called, he grimaced then nodded at Risa who walked over and opened the door. A tall, blonde girl walked in. She was wearing a blue military issued coat. Her skin was a light tan. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and her dark sunglasses covered eyes.

"Elric brothers, meet Emily Kanja, she will be your partner and your GUIDE," Mustang emphasized guide as to discourage me from yelling.

"Why do we need a guide!?" I asked, throwing my hands up in the air, "just give us a map!"

"Emily," Mustang said. Emily nodded then turned to us, and removed her sunglasses. Both Al and I gasped.

"She's Ishvalian," Al whispered. Her eyes were red, a light red. Her eyes looked almost glassed over. She put her sunglasses back on.

"I will be your guide; I know my home terrain like the back of my hand. And if you try to run, I will find you," she stated simply. I smirked.

"Will you now," I said. She nodded, and her expression remained blank, "We'll just have to see about that."