Author Note: Number Three! This and maybe two more. After that this story is finite. Now reviewers if you are out there, please congregate around this story. I haven't had a single review and it makes me sad. Review or I won't post the ending!

There was a crunch as Edward's metal hand crushed the cat food into powder, his eyes cringing closed. The words echoed in his mind, One brother down, your choice what we do with the other. He didn't hear the footsteps behind him as he sunk to the floor in the door way.

"Ed? Edward? Come on! You are okay, whatever it was it's over now." Grissom said, at a loss for what to do to comfort the boy. His words brought his memories to the surface, but instead of controlling him, they froze him, making an icy shield around his heart and clearing his mind. Edward looked up at him fury blazing in his aureate eyes.

"Get Mustang here, now!" Grissom hurriedly stood up and went to the kitchen, Ed could hear him talking quickly to someone on the phone but he tuned the conversation out. Focusing on the letter he thought, If these people are who I think they are then… I know where Al is. But they'll be hurting him, r… He cut off his thought, remembering his ice heart.

"Edward? Honey?" Roy called worriedly as he sprinted through the open door. Edward was standing in the living room, staring at the letter in his hands, more lucid than he had been since he had faced the gate. "What is it? What's wrong?

Mustang hurried to him, trying to see into his eyes, Grissom followed him into the room, also worried. Mutely, Ed handed Mustang the letter and the envelope. His eyes widened angrily and he looked up at Edward, searching for any signs of weakness.

"Why is it," Edward asked drily, "that I can only do something good when something horrific is happening?" Telling Roy he loved him, and now, gaining control over his memories.

Grissom, still confused, nearly shouted at the pair of them, "WHAT IS GOING ON!"

Sarcasm seemed to have replaced fear in Ed's voice, as if it were his defense and tether to sanity, "Oh the usual, I will trade your brother's life and well-being for yours. Do anything we don't like and we'll hurt him, like we hurt you… At least I know where these crap-artists are."

Mustang glanced at him puzzled as Grissom digested the information, but then he nodded. Of course, of course it would be where they had kept Edward before.

Purposefully, Edward walked out of the room and was almost to the street by the time Roy caught him. "You can't go after them alone! We don't even know who they are other than that they were somehow involved in your kidnapping!"

Edward stared at him, "That's all I need to know!" He yanked himself out of Mustang's grasp and darted down the street into the now quickly falling rain. Grissom came out of the house and saw him disappear out of view at the end of the street.

"We need to get all of your people ready," He said, attempting to nudge the Colonel back into action, he nodded and strode decisively in the opposite direction as Edward.

Riza was waiting angrily in his office holding her gun tightly in her hand, apparently he had left in the middle of her rant about paper work. She stopped at his glare as he motioned everyone to gather round. She nodded at Grissom once and looked at Roy.

"Colonel, what-- " She began, looking at him curiously, he cut her off, handing her the letter and the envelope like Ed had handed him.

"Edward found that on the front step this afternoon. He went after them, I couldn't stop him so now we are pushed for time to the extreme. Everyone in this room is coming with me and we are getting those two boys, and Greg, back alive." Nodding as one they followed their future Furher out of the room.

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