Agent files from the organisation. File: DC-639272

Status: Classified. Delta Clearance required.

Name: Edward Elric.

Code: Fullmetal.

Identification Number: 3102011

Family: Unknown.

DOB ( MM/DD/YYYY ): Unknown.

Original residental address: Unknown.

Earlier occupation: Unknown.

Status: Alive.

Date of inclusion ( MM/DD/YYYY ): 02/12/2010

Rank: Omega Operative.

Spealizes in: All fields.

Reflexes test results: Results were off the charts.

Strength test results: Quite formidable.

Firearm test results: Great accuracy and speed. Capable of dual wielding multiple weapons.

Battle test results: Highly perceptive. Opposing combatants were immediately subdued.

Choice of weapons: Two Heckler & Koch MP 7.

Total missions: 74

Success: 74

Failure: 0

Injured in: 5

Caused death of a team member: 0

Superior: Roy Mustang

Assistant: Riza Hawkeye

Well, Here is chap 2 ! Enjoy !

Chapter 2

Precisely at 8, the clock chimed, awaking the occupants of the room. The male one still remained snoring, which was not the case with the female counterpart. Groaning, she reached out and stopped the irritating alarm, which her lazy boyfriend had purposely put on her side. The action had many causes as well as effects, which were not quite harmless.

Brushing the sleep out of her eyes, the female got out of bed and went on to the large mirror installed in the house, to check out her form. A 25 year old, along with lemon blond hair which reached her waist and blue eyes that stared back at her. Now, these eyes were puffy and had certain dark line beneath them. Winry Rockbell noticed them and stifled a yawn. Long hours at work were certainly taxing on her, but the pay was extremely good.

Being the senior researcher of microbiology at Uroboros Corp. meant long hours at work. But there was nothing more that she enjoyed other than tinkling with automail. Many of her co-worker used to call her demented, including her boyfriend, as a female being interested with metal prosthetics was a rare treat. Most of them would be rewarded by a wrench or a hammer to their skulls, which was enough to send them into concussions. However the reason for her newest long hours of work was unique. Her department recently had a breakthrough, with herself as the major contributor.

They had researched another vaccine for the deadly virus known as 'Hydra'. It was discovered sometime around 2010, starting with a very few cases. However, the exchange rate of the virus grew rapidly, and the virus proved as deadly. Causalities piled up like flies to the shit, and there was no sight of a cure for the deadly virus. Later by sometime around 2011, Uroboros Corp. had researched an expensive vaccine named 'Hercules'. They played their homage to Greek mythology, and hence its name. However, the producing cost of the vaccine was high, and the price tag was even much so. It was accepted immediately, and the company blossomed to heights due to the high amount of money received due to the vaccine's sales. But the vaccine did very little to stem the flow of the virus. Lately, Winry was working on an alternate vaccine and finally she had succeeded. The finished product was then named 'Perseus', another tribute to Greek mythology. Perseus lacked 80% of the total production cost of the original vaccine, and it was highly effective.

Shaking the thoughts out of her head, she went on towards the bathroom, were she started the shower. She peeled off whatever she was wearing and stepped into the water. The water being icy, she cursed immediately and immediately lunged for the temperature controls. She turned up the heat, and relaxed. The heat that the water was providing was alluring, and she hoped that she didn't fall asleep again while in the shower. Her fatigue was sky high, and she was thankful that she had a half shift today.

When she had finished her bath, she peeked out the bathroom; her boyfriend loved to ambush her outside the room. Finding that the coast was clear, she dashed over to her own room, which was thankfully empty. The outfit that she chose was not showy, nor bland. She never liked to show off, and she gated those females who used to come to the office wearing extremely high heels along with miniskirts and tight shirts. After she finished dressing up, she headed over to the kitchen where she found that her breakfast was already kept ready, complete with the daily newspaper by its side. Smiling, she took it up and headed into the dining room, where her boyfriend of one year, Ducan, was sitting along with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand along with the newspaper in the other.

"You're up I see."

"Who else made the breakfast? And can't I even get a compliment for it?"

"Shut up. I don't get compliments everyday as I make the food."

"True, but you get them at night."

Winry managed a small blush.

"Hmm. That's ok. Maybe this time I'll overrule it."

"Have you read the news? Some dumb presidential candidate of Vilena was assassinated yesterday…."

"Yeah. I wonder if they've caught the culprit…."

"I don't think that they will. It does seem like a perfect job; no bullet casing, no broken glass, no witnesses, yada yada. I wonder if the police could even find the shooting spot."

Winry raised an eyebrow at that."You need to stop playing those games of yours. You're getting paranoid."

"Sue me."

Winry rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I, unlike you, have a job to complete, so I can't sit here lazing around."

"HEY! I said I'll leave at 9!"

"And its 8:50 already."

"It is? Shit!" with that, Ducan burst into action, and disappeared into the interior of the house.

Winry smiled, and moved towards the garage. Opening the door, she straddled the seat of her metallic blue Yamaha YZF R-1 and donned her white helmet.

Moments later she was gone with a burst of speed, and seemed nothing more than a blue blur.

Edward donned his portable headset that the organization had given him. It seemed like an ordinary earphone to the public, but what they didn't knew was that there was an additional digital screen display that was supposed to pop up from its side. Last night for him was fun; he had gone with the airhostess, and had an active night. He never had imagined a life outside of the organization, and thus he had decided to make the best of his time in it. Money, sex, and power were meaningless to him, as they were only a means for enjoyment. Money bored him, sex had some pros, but overall it was mostly a one night stand. His life wasn't suited for long relationships. Weapons were the only thing that piqued his interest as long as they were used in a battle. He simply loved the adrenaline rush that he got while doing any mission.

He pushed a thin button at the side of the device, which popped out a small LCD display screen from the receiver piece, and brought it near his eyes. Connection to the organization was made immediately, and he praised the advances in telecommunication. The blue screen was first filled with static, then immediately cleared a voice came through the earpiece. A pretty blond appeared in front of his right eye.

"Nice job in Vilena, Fullmetal. The fee is being trans-"

"Yeah yeah. Tell me something I don't know Hawkeye. And please! Really. I beg of you. Is it approved?"

Hawkeye managed a small smile.

"I'm sorry Ed. But no. Mustang is still kept as your in charge and-"

Edward cursed. The last thing he needed to hear was this.

"But, I'll be giving you your missions from now on. You'll only need to meet him once in while, mostly when you are giving in your monthly report."

"OH THANK YOU! THANK YOU! I AM SO GLAD THAT YOU HAVE DONE THIS!"

"Thank me later. And seriously Ed. He just likes to tease you."

"Tease me? That stupid, dumb, good for nothing bastard who knows nothing more than how to woo women! Do you know how much I hate him? If someone placed a 3 million dollar bounty on his head, I would be the first one to collect it! Heck, I'll even do it for free!"

Riza laughed. Being his assistant was quite worth the while.

"So, anything new?"

"Not much. I just have another assassination mission for you."

"Details?"

"The target is a Christopher Walker, head of the worker's union at a weapons manufacturing factory of Uroboros Corp. He has led the workers revolt over low wages, causing production to halt. The plant has been closed down since a week, and the losses are devastating for the company."

"Story checks out?"

"Naturally. The company HAD increased the wages, but still he demanded more."

"In short, he's a quite greedy guy."

"So to say. Now that Uroboros leads the world in weapons industry….well, they lead in almost all fields, but still - such an event proves to be harmful for many countries, and mostly the company itself."

"I get it. How does the client want it to happen?"

"An accident, mostly. They don't want the extra negative publicity."

"All right then. Target information?"

"Walker shall be protesting in front of the factory, which could be a good shot-"

"Hawkeye. How many times I have told you-"

"Not-to-interfere-with-my-plans-cause-I-make-them. Thank you for reminding me Edward, I know. I was simply telling you the particulars."

"Ok ok! No need to get all nasty with me! Sheesh! What is wrong with you people? Can't I crack a joke anymore?"

"Whatever. Anyways, complete this mission fast, as there is a high priority one immediately after this."

"Roger. Well? You gonna accompany me on this one?"

"Maybe. If I get the time."

"Oh come on! Please? You know I hate to go solo!"

"I know, Ed. I said maybe. I did not answer in the negative. So, there is still chance. Now scat. Sending the details…"

The crowd that had amassed in front of the factory was quite huge. And they were pissed off. Their anger was radiating off in waves, and most of them were clutching weapons of various kinds. Their opponents stood in front of them, dressed entirely in black combat fatigues. Their left hands held a tough plastic shield, designed to withstand dangerous impacts. Their right hands brandished midnight black colored batons, which they held tightly.

Chris was leading the workers. He himself was holding a fire axe, the blade shining dangerously in the sun. He was not afraid of killing someone, he wanted his job back. The factory was closed, cutting of his usual supply of greens. That did not spell well for a man who used to spend most of his money on gambling debts and casinos. Nodding to the men besides him, he gave the signal to charge.

The roar was monstrous. The effect was instantaneous. Molotov cocktails and rocks were pelted, the crowd roared and the ground shook due to the rampaging crowd. But the police stood their ground, steeling their resolve.

Chris was still leading the fray. He knew that the police would go soft on them. After all, they did not have the right to kill anyone. But that was not the case with him. He was a free man, free to do as he willed. Now, he just wanted to vent out his frustrations. Just as he reached within 10 meters of their formation, he was thrown back. He was not the only person. The charging crowd was assaulted by high pressure jets of icy cold water, making them lose their ground. Just as the crowd charged, similarly their anger turned into fear, and they turned tail and started to flee. Chris was still disoriented, and he struggled to get up. The water cannon had struck him hard, and the concrete was harder still. Just then, a baton crashed with great intensity on his ribcage, making him reel backwards again. The blow was vicious, and he was sure that some of his ribs had cracked by the mere force of the impact. He tried to flee, but a blow was dealt to his knees even before he could turn. He felt his kneecap break, just when another blow was sent to his chest, knocking the air out of him. The baton did not stop; it continued to lash against him. Later, he started losing count of the number of blows received. He was sure that half of his ribcage was cracked, while he was missing several teeth. He couldn't feel his legs, and he barely made out the image of the cop who dealt another blow to him, making him unconscious.

Edward stepped back, smiling. He spoke into his headset. "Hey Hawkeye! It looks that I will be needing your help after all."

Later that day, Christopher Walker was admitted into a hospital with several fractures and blunt force trauma, a case which sent him into the ICU. The police report was stating it due to the stampede. That was not much of a surprise, as several other people were injured, but none so severe.

A nurse walked through the bleached halls of the hospital, which were extremely quiet, as it was 2 in the morning. The voice of her heels made little to no sound, as she was trained. Her pockets were empty, save one. The contents of the pocket would prove useful later. She passed some doctors who had the graveyard shift, and headed down the halls. A few nurses still lingered, checking up on random patients. She turned right at a fork, choosing the right hand path. A double door was in her path, and she quickly passed them. Reaching the ICU ward, she slowed down, almost to a crawl.

Glancing through the window of a door, she ensured that the occupant of the room was asleep. Then she noiselessly entered the room, and pulled on her gloves as a safety measure. The monitors were silently beeping, showing signs of life. Reaching into her occupied pocket, she pulled out a syringe, which was quite empty. However, the owner of the syringe was not surprised in the least, and even attached a viciously thin needle to it. She pulled the plunger back, filling the cartridge with nothing but air, and slightly pierced the IV drip of the patient. The tube moved minimally, oblivious to the fact that someone had invaded the territory. She did not wait the syringe had already pumped most of its contents into the IV. A few moments later, the entire column of air was pushed into the IV which travelled steadily down the IV tube, towards the target. She then applied an invisible sealant to the area where she had introduced the needle. Later when the large air column disappeared completely, into the victim. A few minutes later, the patient flat lined.

Her job done, she left the room, just as silently as she came. She reached for the nearest fire exit, where she stripped off her nurse uniform. She carried it with her, nonetheless. She would dispose of it later. Smiling to herself for a job well done, she headed down he steps. The official report would say that Christopher Walker was killed by air embolism, thanks to a malfunctioning IV. The police would hardly try to investigate further, and the case would be closed as an accidental death. She stepped into the cool midnight air, into a waiting car. The security cameras would show nothing as usual, as they were looped moments before her entrance.

She smiled at the driver.

"It's done."

"Great! Now what about that other mission you were talking about?"

Riza smiled. Edward was always ready for new missions, whatever may be the risk. She sometimes wondered why he chose her as his assistant, but he simply used to remind her that she was the best. Shaking herself out her thoughts, she took out a number of files from a folder which was kept in the backseat.

First of all thanks to The Pandemonium-Chaos Disorder for beta-ing this! It was a great help!

Before anyone asks, air embolism CAN kill people, so dont bug me for that.

Edward shall meet Winry in the next chapter, to be precise.

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