In the dark of the operating room, Roy's body contorted in pain as sparks jumped around him. The doctor seemed to grow more uncomfortable as it went on.
"This… He seems to be putting up some resistance, haha. No matter. Only a few more minutes by my estimate."
A few more minutes passed. Roy's body seemed to be on fire with the force and amount of sparks flying from him as he lay there. Soon the man spoke again.
"I don't think… he's going to make it." Father turned to look at him sharply.
"We can't have that. It will be considerably harder to explain away such a sudden disappearance," he said over Roy's consistent screams. He moved towards the operating table, stopping a step away. Suddenly, the screaming ceased, leaving the Colonel still as a corpse. Behind, the doctor sighed in relief.
Lust rose from the table fluidly, raising a hand to feel her face. Father fixed her with his gaze.
"You will need to impersonate the Flame Alchemist, Roy Mustang, for the foreseeable future. All you need should be in his memories. Can you access them?"
Lust nodded. She could not use flame alchemy, due to her nature, but the knowledge was all there and available to her.