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Chapter 1: War Is Not Pretty Sight
July 3rd, just another hot day in Central. Roy picked up his morning paper off of his cluttered desktop to distract himself from the beautiful weather that he was missing out on in his cramped, military-standard office. He didn't have time to read it earlier because Riza was nagging him about finishing work papers that were due last week.
"Did you read the newspaper?" he asked Riza with his apathetic voice.
"No sir, I haven't," Riza walked over to Roy to inspect the newspaper for herself.
"The war in the south seems to be getting pretty rough. They say here that two civilian cities were reduced to rubble by alchemists." Pictures of a destroyed city covered the front page.
"Why would they announce that publicly?" Riza said with a concerned tone.
"Probably to stir up attention," Riza blinked in confusion at Roy's answer. "The State is claiming that the cities were hiding and supplying the Southern Army."
"That's their excuse for killing innocent civilians!" said Riza in a sharp tone. Roy looked at her with a stern face.
"Be careful what you say around here, that could get you fired," Roy said strictly. The colonel looked at Riza firmly, then suddenly burst out in laughter. "I'm just joking! Say whatever you want to me but watch your words around others."
"This isn't a laughing matter, sir."
"Eh, sorry," Roy said, a little embarrassed. There was a long awkward pause between them. Roy flipped the page trying to forget about the war. But, Riza was still curious.
"Why would those cities go to such a risk?" Riza said in a sorrowful voice.
"They were probably bribed," Roy snarled the words as he said them, thinking to himself what fools they were to help an enemy during a time of war.
"Do you think that we're going to be transferred over to the south?" Asked Riza worriedly.
"Maybe, maybe not," Roy said as he folded the newspaper and threw it on his desk, knocking over a couple overdue papers. He didn't bother to pick them up, he simply sat back in his seat and looked at the blank white ceiling of his office, like he was looking for an answer to the question. "Only if they need reinforcements. But I know for a fact, that if we were to be transferred over, we will not repeat what happened in Ishbal!"
"Yes, sir," Riza nodded in agreement.