Author's Note: Before i begin telling you this story of epic porportions, I must put all the information about here.

Rating: PG-14 for some slight, I guess you could call it innuendo but its more of hints.

Pairings: RoyxEd, HawkeyexOC, Others not yet defined

Summary: A captain in the military. An 'underling' to all others but the recruits. She is tougher than most though, and if she wanted she could give even her Colonel a run for his money. Breaking in the recruits, though, is too much fun. Watch as three people under her control go through a test of wills and the strangeness of Colonel Roy Mustang's office's inner workings.

Song's listened to: Green Day Vs. Oasis Vs. Travis : Boulevard of Broken Songs, I can walk on water, I can fly, Shake Me Break Me, Thnks fr th mmrs, Heartless, and What do you want from me.

Enjoy:

*Through Hell's Fire*

I turned on my third in command, furious. "I told you to watch her back!" I screamed loudly at my underling. The incompetent man stood stock still. This was his third offense and his most vile by far.

"Never! Never! I told you never to leave her side!" My screech echoed the halls and then my voice softened, "she's dead, my second in command is dead," I had a feral smile now, "and you are broken. Disobeying orders is a high offense and so is being cowardly. You are to be broke to the lower barracks of cadets."

My eyes leaked sparkly tears as the man stood, void of emotion. I stepped up and into his face, my teeth snapping together ferociously.

A black haired man stepped in between us. His face serious and his voice matching, "That's enough Captain. He is well admonished."

My blue eyes had a ring of fire around them, a burning red circle. I growled straight in his face, "My pack, not yours."

His eyes were quicker to turn than mine and his face decreased the distance to just a hair's breath, yet his voice was totally in control, "Yes, and your in mine. Get out of this room, that's an order Captain."

I stared my eyes now streaming and he stared right back. I felt my body shake, it rumbled underneath my iron tight but slipping grip on it.

I had to get out of here. Phasing in the office or going out of control was a major offense. I turned hard on my heel and started walking out of the room. My feet elongated and I started sprinting down the hallway.

People fled from my charge down the corridors and I tried to keep my focus as my nails got longer and I felt my eyes heat and spill with red in the irises.

I burst out the doors and into the courtyard of the building as my hair spread like wildfire and I dropped onto all fours.

A wild howl burst forth unbidden and sad enough to break hearts.

The young and the old clad in the black of intel and the blue of foot soldiers had gotten out of the vast courtyard by that time and I stared at the bushes swaying in the wind. My eyes glared a red-gold fury and I felt like they could burn the peacefully swaying green plants with one glance.

In my predatory and out of control mind I searched. Searched for the order and control. It yielded two fruits. The one of the constant military exercises drilled into military personel as a recruit and the formulas and every changing tendencies and variations of Alchemy. My heated gaze looked at my paws, okay, easy choice, number two was out.

I leaned back on my haunches, rigging my body like a spring. All my rippling muscles tensed and my tail rose. I closed my burning eyes and emptied my mind and then only poured in the useful and needed information: a list of military exercises and the memories of my faithful second in command.

She had been a beautiful mahogany wolf with ice blue eyes. Her fur had been longer than usual, her whole body a unique one of a kind. Muscles that ran down her length that had been beautifully toned, a hand for guns, and lastly, her mind set on nothing less than the best. She had been short enough to rival Edward but orders were her haven, she listened and obeyed.

I opened my eyes as all four of my paws left the stone walkway. I curved my head and body upwards and sprung off the wall on the far side of the courtyard from where I had stood. My body working on instinct from drills and fueled by hate and sadness worked expertly. In the little lock-tank where everything else had gone besides drills and fuel including common sense, love, critical thinking, and self consciousness, common sense and self consciousness were conversing.

People are watching.

Common sense, your always captain obvious! Of course people are watching.

Just thought you'd want to know.

Well, I can see through her eyes too, I really don't like it when people stare though.

Yes, yes, self consciousness, you're always worrying. Don't, they are all recruits and this is a good learning session.

The two traits of my mind hushed and watched as I continued my 'show'.

Bouncing off the opposite wall I rolled in the air, transforming on the spot, pulling my pistol from the holster hanging on my left hip, and shooting the tree in my direct line of site. I got one round in, the cartridges bouncing on the ground as they were kicked from the gun, and somersault changed. I phased before my back paws made solid contact with the west wall.

I let my body plummet to the ground from there and changed my position so that my legs were bent for impact. When it came, I was ready and I took off, a horse from the starting gate, my killer's muscles working. One more transformation and then phase to go. I launched into the air and transformed, human hand instantly pulling the desert eagle from its holster on the right side of my hips. Two gut jarring shots and a fatal cracking sound later, the tree came down in the courtyard. And once again my body phased before I hit the loamy courtyard ground.

I stood there, absolutely still, and my eyes still burned with loss but my body was under control.

I transformed, my body with breathing barely labored, stood, black regulated t-shirt with blue military pants. My feet fit snugly in my black boots and the two guns slung around my hips were hot from handling.

I turned and strode out of the courtyard, back ramrod straight and eyes threatening Colonels, Majors, and Recruits alike to come up and stop me from leaving. Unsurprisingly, no one did. The door loomed up ahead towards the outside world, okay then, break today, work tomorrow.