AN: I usually don't like doing these here, but I felt the need to explain this shot one-shot. This is a challenge I gave myself to come up with a story that has no description what-so-ever. This is what I came up with. I decided to do this because much of my writing style centers on around a 60-40 percent ratio of description to dialogue. Well, I hope this doesn't confuse you too badly.

"Mustang! Behind you!"

"I should say the same to you, FullMetal!"

"AHH! Watch where you're aiming!"

"I do, but you're such a small target."

"DON'T CALL ME SMALL!!!"

"Brother! He's on your left!"

"Damn you, little punk!"

"You'll pay for that!"

"Brother, pay attention!"

"I am. The fight's over and everyone's been beaten to a bloody pulp. We can relax now."

"You can't relax until all of these terrorists are in jail. I would have thought you would realize that by now, FullMetal."

"Aw, shut up, Mustang!"

"Brother, shouldn't you go to a hospital? You're wounds look serious."

"No, I'm fine, Al. I don't need to go to a hospital. I hate those things."

"You, Private! Call for a few ambulances."

"Yes, Sir!"

"And Second Lieutenant Havoc..."

"Yes, Sir?"

"Make sure to take FullMetal to the hospital. I don't need him dying on me. He's too much a pain without the paperwork."

"Of course, Sir. But could you send Major Armstrong with me? I don't think I can take the little guy."

"Little? Who's callin' me little!?!"

"...Impressive hearing range..."

"Take Major Armstrong with you if you wish, Havoc. First Lieutenant Hawkeye."

"Yes, Colonel?"

"Help Warrant Officer Falman in his interrogations of these men. You're familiar with the case, aren't you?"

"Of course, Colonel. These men are suspected in the terrorist bombings in Central two weeks ago."

"Yes. See to it that the case gets closed soon. I don't need this headache while working on those serial murders as well."

"Yes, Sir!"

"Colonel Mustang?"

"Yes, Second Lieutenant Breda?"

"What would you like me and Sergent Fuery to do?"

"You can help clean up the mess left by our alchemy. You can get as many enlisted men you need. Fuery, come with me. I need to ask you a question, in private."

"Of course, Sir."

"Now... When were the troops sent to Aerugo's border?"

"Um... A few days ago, I believe. I picked up the broadcast some time around eighteen-hundred hours. I remember because it was strange for such a large transfer order to come so late in the evening."

"Hm... When will they reach the border?"

"...I think in about a week or so. I wasn't able to here most of the original command, just what was broadcast, so I'm not too sure."

"Thank you, Fuery. That's all."

"You're welcome, Sir."

'Could Bradley be trying to start a war to the South?'

End
Well, there you have it. I like the way it turned out, but I don't know if I'll ever write another again. It probably confused many people, but it also gives the reader a better sense of imagination, because there is so much left blank. Let me know if you liked it! If enough people want, I may extent this into a full story, with dialogue, though.

And remember: Keep plot-kitties fed or they'll attack you in your sleep!

Shadow Kat