"His name is Doyle Miliget."

"Doyle?" Roy let out a laugh. The name itself seemed like a joke to him. Doyle didn't seem like a rogue alchemist name.

"Yes, Doyle." The soldier continued. "He's an alchemist and once worked for Kimblee when he went crazy during the Ishvallen War."

"I see." Roy said hesitantly. This whole situation seemed strange to him, but before he asked questions, Roy let the soldier read the rest of the report.

"His alchemy is a special one. A type never heard of." The soldier briefed the Colonel further. "He has the power to control bodies - or objects if you want to put it that way."

"Controls bodies?" Roy was shocked. "What kind of alchemy is this? I've never heard of it."

"Like I said," The Soldier repeated himself, "it's an alchemy never heard of."

Despite the warnings, the FullMetal Alchemist continued to rush straight toward the enemy.

"Edward! Stop and listen!" Riza yelled. Al had enough sense to listen; he stopped right before he passed Roy and Riza. Ed kept going though. Before he could hit, the man squinted. Only a second later did Edward fall limp. He hit the pavement hard, dazing him before all went black. Many names came at once.

"Brother!"

"Edward!"

"FullMetal!"

Ed slowly opened his eyes; the thin layer of crust that was keeping his eyes sealed has now disappeared as they opened. "Where am I?" He questioned himself as he looked around. There was barely anything in the room. A white room filled with with cloth; that's how he saw it. All you really needed in a room was a bed and at least a nightstand to hold your essentials. Curious Ed looked over to see if there was a table beside the bed. Of course there was. Wait, there was something on top the table as well. Upon straining his neck to see the stand, Ed spotted some food on a tray. His mouth watered at the sight, but when he examining the contents, he saw that the tray held-! Ed squinted at the food tray. "So, we meet again you little bastard. I'm not drinkin' you." He squinted further. "I hate milk."

Pushing the nasty concoction to the back of his mind, Edward looked in the opposite direction out the window. "It's day. I wonder how long I was out."

A knock came at the door. "Uh-? Brother? Are you awake?" A high voice asked.

"Al?" Ed responded. "Yeah, I'm awake. You can come in." The door slid open with a creek and Edward's younger brother, Alphonse, stepped through the threshold "Brother." He let out.

"You okay Alphonse?" Ed cocked his head slightly. "You don't seem well."

Al waved his hands about. "Oh! No! I'm happy that you're awake brother!"

"That isn't what I meant." Ed scrunched up his face.

"Oh. Well-. I know. I'm just saying that I'm happy you're awake. I'm fine." Ed just stared at his little brother, knowing he was hiding something. "Well" Al hesitated at first, but soon cracked under the pressure. "I thought you were done for..."