Lieutenant Colonel Aleks Gaertner stepped off of the train at un ungodly hour of the night. He could barely even remember the name of the small city. Port Saud?...Port Salus? Port..something. He just remembered 'port' being in the name, because he thought it ridiculous-Amestris didn't have any ports.
Glancing down each side of the station, Aleks sighed and changed his grip on his suitcase as he began towards where he would be staying; a hotel that had been taken over as a makeshift headquarters for the soldiers filing in. He had been proud when he had been promoted in rank. That is, until he realized the higher-ups had just used it to ship him out of central.
It was "an honor", they said, "to lead his own squad and help take down the rebels that had risen from the new laws banning state alchemists.
Aleks personally found that statement a bit questionable. Alchemists weren't his favorite group of people, but he knew they weren't all bad. But he was a loyal soldier, and would do as he was ordered. If his superiors said that the alchemists in this area were causing problems, then he would put a stop to them. Hopefully, the sooner he did, the sooner he could go home.
Aleks sighed again as he reached the hotel. He was exhausted from the long train ride, but still needed to be briefed on what his new subordinates knew of the situation. He hoped they would make it quick, so he could get some sleep before having to start patrol the next day...