SLAM! Roy Mustang slammed his phone on the receiver so hard it nearly shattered the poor object.
"This is the 16th killing this month, whoever is doing this is going to fast for us to process," Roy told Riza.
She just stood in the corner of the room thinking over all the facts they already collected. They knew whoever this was is very skilled at the art of killing. They knew the type of weapon was a sharp blade of some sort but none of the ones on record matched this special type. They also knew that alchemy was part of it but they couldn't tell if that is what was used on the bodies or not. Riza kept going over this in her head realizing more and more that they had absolutely nothing to even guess a suspect. The only thing all the men that were killed had in common was that they were running some of the biggest scams and were the richest from greed and crimes. Some were rapist, others were murderers. She didn't understand why Roy was so upset; this person was doing the world a favor for killing those men who the military couldn't touch.
"At this rate though he/she is bound to slip up and leave clues behind," Riza said to comfort her Fuehrer (idk if that's how you spell it).
Roy picked up the phone quickly and called the investigation section of the military, "I want somebody over on 4th and 3rd getting as much evidence as they can, DON'T over look anything."
As soon as he was done with his sentence he thrust the phone back in the receiver one more time causing a small crack to run down the side. There was a knock on the door, his attentions quickly shifted to the door.
"Come in," he snapped at the intruder. The door opened to reveal Edward and Alphonse behind him. Ed held up his metal arm and something was poking through the sleeve that shouldn't have been there.
"Mustang I need to see Winry, something popped out of place," he pointed to the thing that was sticking out of his sleeve.
Mustang let out a groan, "do you have to go?"
Ed looked at him like he was a retard, "does this look normal to you? What do you think?"
Mustang groaned again, "Fine go."
Ed was confused at the Fuehrer for just letting him go, "no smart comment?"
Mustang glared at Ed, thus giving Ed his answer, and Ed just turned around and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Riza looked at Roy then back at the door and sighed.
AN: ok sorry its token me long but like I said I have to use my brothers computer and also I'm having major writers block … so I kind of just threw out the ending… sorry if its crappy but it's the best I can do right now