Here goes for Chapter 2! Enjoy!

Roy

Roy's head hurt. Alot. Whatever had hit him had had good aim.

His alarm clock went off in the bedroom and Roy sighed. It was 4 O'clock. If he had been in bed he would have gotten up, but Roy was on the ground and he didn't want to get up. But the ringing was really annoying.

Roy got up and went into the bedroom to turn off the stupid clock. When he did the apartment was silent, even for Roy, who went home just to have the silence. It was creepy.

He changed his shirt, then went into the kitchen to get some coffee. Roy got a glass and poured some coffee into it, then slowly drank the content, which was cold. God, he would just wait until he got back to base to have coffee, like he usually did. He left his cup of cold coffee on the counter and returned to his study, or, what was left of it. Papers and files were everywhere, his chair had been knocked over, books had been pulled off the shelves, the cabinets had been overturned. The study looked like a tornado had hit it.

Roy rubbed his forehead. Just another headache. He would have to clean it up that evening, after he got back from that day's work. Great.

He returned to the kitchen and poured the remainder of his coffee down the drain, then grabbed his things and headed for the door. Roy's head still hurt, and he really wanted to clean up his study. But he knew if he didn't show up to do his work, Hawkeye would shoot him.

"Good morning, Colonel." Hawkeye said as Roy walked into his office.

"Yes, as good a morning as it can be." Roy said softly, grimacing. Hawkeye looked up from her paperwork.

"Did you say something, sir?" She asked. Roy shook his head and went to his desk, picking through a pile of files before sitting down. He sighed. He had never thought he would hate paperwork so much. He picked up a pen and began to fill out the small-worded papers. Being a Colonel was not as easy as everyone thought. Dammit, it wasn't worth the stress Roy had for it; and yet he was alwayse stressed over work. Why? Because he didn't have a life otherwise. He practically lived at base. When he wasn't working there he was working in his study at home. He barley did anything but work. Man, his life was messed up, even if it was so he could reach his goals. The Military had very high standards. Roy knew.

Mustang massaged his forehead while he worked, trying to ease his headache.

"Are you ok, sir?"

Roy looked up.

"Yes. Thank you, Hawkeye." He said, giving his most trusting smile. Riza pushed her chair back as if to walk over to him. "I am ok. Really." Roy continued. How was it that Riza Hawkeye seemed to know everything? It made everything dramatic, the way she knew what was going on. It also creeped the heck out of Mustang.

"Are you sure?" She asked again, giving him a worried glance. Roy nodded.

"Now, as an order, I tell you to get back to work, Hawkeye!" He growled. He hated being harsh, but it was the only way Riza would stop asking him if he was ok.

Riza stubbornly sat back down and returned to her work, but kept looking over at Roy to check on him every now and then. Roy sighed.

"Hey, colonel! We came back!" Edward Elric said, walking into the office with Al.

"How was your time in central, FullMetal? It's only been four days." Mustang said quietly, leaning back in his chair. Edward shrugged.

"Good, I guess. After talking to Hughes for three hours straight without getting a word in, I guess I decided I missed you, Colonel." He said, smiling. Mustang laughed.

"Is that it, Elric?" Something was nagging at him, but Roy couldn't put his finger on it...Hughes. He stood up suddenly. "Hawkeye, get Hughes on the phone for me!" He said, turning back to the Elric brothers. They looked at him, Edward with a startled expression.

"Is everything ok, Colonel?" Al asked quietly from where he stood behind Edward. Roy sighed. Oh, how he wished he knew. Something was weird about it all, but he just couldn't figure out what it was. Hawkeye looked over at him and nodded. He picked up the phone.

"Hughes?"

"Mustang! How goes it?" Hughes voice said from the other end.

"Hughes, I have no time for your chatter. Why did you call me yesterday?" He demanded. There was a startled silence at the other end.

"I have sad news, Roy." His voice was defeated, sad sounding.

"What is it?" He asked, his voice softening.

"There was a murder...in Central. A solider found dead in an alley; its been found that this is a new threat. I suggest you keep careful watch, Roy." Hughes said. Roy scowled.

"Thank you for the information." He said, hanging up. Hawkeye, Edward, and Al looked at him expectantly.

"So..." Edward started quietly.

"There has recently been a murder in Central, a solider. The cause of death brings the men of Central to believe it could be a new threat. It was a warning." Mustang explained. Hawkeye looked at her hands. Al and Edward were silent.

"Whats going to happen?" Hawkeye asked after a moment. Mustang shook his head. Hawkeye understood and turned away.

Edward watched Roy closely, who seemed to act as if the murder was the end of the world...and he was giving in.

"Damn you, Colonel! Are you just going to sit here and wait around for something to happen?" Edward snapped, pointing an accusing finger at Mustang. He glared at Edward.

"You damn idiot, thats the only thing we can do! Just because, I; you are an alchemist, doesn't mean we can rush off and save everybody. It doesn't work that way!" He snapped back, glaring. Hawkeye let out a breath, and closed her eyes. Edward was steaming.

"Yeah, well, you can try!" He said, turning to go. Roy grabbed his arm.

"No. As your officer I give you the order to stand down, FullMetal. Be happy I don't send you out onto the battlefield, Elric!" He said. Edward pulled away, and scowled at Roy. He hated the damn Colonel. He was an idiot. Roy and Ed met gazes, and Edward suddenly realized what it was all about. Roy nodded slowly, and Edward returned it with a quick nod. "Dismissed." Mustang said, turning back to his desk.

Edward and Al departed, leaving Hawkeye and Roy alone in the office. Hawkeye glanced at Roy, then shook her head. It was crazy what the alchemists did.

'Yes,' She thought 'Alchemists are crazy creatures.'