Jasper sighed as he gazed up into the starry sky above him, for some reason the stars always helped him relax. Something had happened earlier that day, when he had looked at the Colonel that strange feeling from the dinner had returned. Was he going insane? Or was he actually realizing some serious feeling for Myrte Mustang? There was no way he was going crazy, and he knew enough about himself to recognize his emotions of love.

Gahh! Did I just let that word slip into my thoughts? That is not the answer! I am just…just…In love with the Colonel. That can't be right, but then why did I just get a warm feeling when I thought about her? I have the same feelings for her that I have for my sister, is it just a brotherly love for her? Maybe that is the truth.

Deep in thought he was unaware of Myrte standing above him, she was staring at him lying there on the rocks looking at the stars. She sat down next to him; unfortunately neither one was getting some sleep. "You ok?" She asked in a quiet whisper. He jumped at the sound of her voice and turned to her, his eyes wide as he took in a shaky breath. She smiled apologetically, "I see that both of us can't sleep. Are you worried about something?" She seemed genuinely curious about his problem.

He looked back at the stars, maybe if he worded it right he could at least confide a part of it to her. "Well, I happen to be having some very peculiar feelings for a girl I know. And honestly I have no clue what to do." He kept his eyes on the stars; he did not want to look at her his eyes would probably tell her who the girl was. He watched her face out of the corner of his eye.

She turned her face to the sky as well, "Unusual." She paused to move a stray piece of hair from her eyes. "I didn't think you'd actually tell me what was wrong. But since you did I can offer very little advice. I happen to have little experience in affairs of the heart." She glanced at him and quickly snapped her head back to the sky her heart racing. He had been looking at her with a strange look in his golden eyes. Something in them seemed to be sending her a message. When their eyes had met, it seemed as though he was silently telling her that she was the girl he had just mentioned.

Something gave deep inside and she stood unable to finish what she had begun to say. Jasper was looking away as well his cheeks obviously red in the pale moon light. Somehow, she felt the same way, for some inexplicable reason she too felt embarrassed by this private meeting. He suddenly began to laugh; hysterical laughter rang through the night. She hurriedly looked towards those asleep; afraid they would wake up and find the two together in the dark.

She lunged for him, knocking him to the ground with her own body. She sat atop him both hands forcing his mouth shut; he began struggling trying to pull her hands from his face. She slowly removed them, "Do you want to wake the others up?" She hissed at him, her anger replacing all other feelings. His eyes reflected her anger as she let him sit up.

He glared at her as he wiped his mouth with his left hand. Jasper suddenly realized why she had jumped on him, if he had woken up the entire group what would they have thought? Just the two of them alone in the dark, both of them would have been too embarrassed to look at each other for the rest of the mission. "I'm sorry, it's just that something snapped inside me when our eyes met."

Myrte nearly gasped aloud, so he had had the same reaction? She couldn't handle this, something was happening between the two of them and both were afraid. That much was certain, but if they didn't get past it there was no way that, they could work together in the next days.

After several very long minutes of awkward silence she spoke, her voice hard and authoritative. Her back was straight, shoulders stiff and she was acting as though their conversation had never taken place. "It's rather late and I'm tired. See you in the morning." She turned on her heals and walked into the darkness. Jasper didn't even have a chance to reply; he climbed back up to his rock, and lay there looking back up at the stars.

He was confused and yet grateful, if she kept herself guarded around him he could focus on the mission. Lately Myrte had been very nice and friendly towards him, especially at their dinner rendezvous. He closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep. Hoping that the morning would be too momentous for him to have extra thinking space for what had been going on with the two of them.

Somehow, Myrte felt like a huge weight was resting on her shoulders. She had taken two seconds to return their relationship to that of an officer and subordinate. Ever since he had slapped her, they had been able to treat each other more like friends than a Colonel and her subordinate alchemist who had a bad temper. She still felt bad about it, but they needed to keep themselves focused on the mission. Nothing good would come out of them talking about personal matters with each other late at night under the stars.

She would just have to deal with this weight until after their job was done, maybe then they could view each other as friends. She closed her eyes, this was just too much nothing had ever made her think and this hard, not to mention she was dealing with unwelcome emotions.

Jason Havoc had heard the entire conversation; he had also been awake looking at the stars for help. Jasper is in love? And it sounds like the Colonel is having the same feelings. But why did she do that to him, he was revealing his heart and she couldn't reveal hers. Jasper Elric is in love with Myrte Mustang… Oh no! What will their parents say? Hmmm… He himself had some experience with love but he had never met a woman that he could reveal his heart to.

"Poor Jasper," He whispered to himself. When a guy actually reveals his feelings to the woman, he expects something less harsh. He just hoped that this wouldn't have any negative repercussions. All they needed was for the two alchemists to be in conflict right now. He drifted to sleep worrying about his friends; he just wanted everything to go well.

Jasper felt like crud, his back was sore and he felt like he had slept on his stomach all night. He slowly opened his eyes in the brilliant light, blinking until they adjusted. He was the last to wake up everyone else was busy. Fuery was cooking breakfast and the scent had carried to him, his stomach growled as he sat up and stretched. He didn't bother to stretch his right arm, he wasn't in the mood to care whether he looked silly or not.

Myrte was busy in the truck and he decided to stay away from her, she had reacted just as he had expected. Unfortunately, he had not been ready for the crushed feeling that had come over him when she had reverted to being the Colonel. Ah well, nothing could be done about that. He would just have to deal.

Myrte was angry with herself; she had been very mean to Jasper and had no clue on how to apologize to him. What could she do to prove that he did matter to her? They just needed to get to Thompson and take him out. But she couldn't stifle the feeling of dread that was gripping her heart now. She hurried to pack up the truck and get it ready to go; she needed Jasper to look at it first though. His mother was an engineer and she had seen him repair his own arm.

Armstrong relayed the message to Jasper, and he stomped to the truck glaring at it. He hated working on vehicles, his engineering background mixed with his alchemical talent made it easy at least. He popped open the hood and looked inside. He could see that the water was low and he checked the oil. He cursed, they probably wouldn't have oil and this thing was in need of more. He didn't see any other problems and so he put on his gloves and clapped his hands, placing them on the ground. The familiar blue glow lit up his face and he smiled when black liquid came up from the dirt. It was oil, he was lucky that there was a supply below them. He quickly transmuted a glass bottle from the sand and collected the oil he had already refined in it. He refilled the oil and water, and then slammed the hood shut.

He turned around to find Myrte watching him; her gaze was soft and slightly apologetic. Her dark eyes were sad, she was completely vulnerable at the moment and Jasper knew it. Before he could stop himself he was returning her gaze, and then their eyes met. He didn't turn away like he had the night before, instead he hoped she would hold his eyes longer but she performed a hasty about-face.

With her back to him she caught Havoc's arm and began talking to him, obviously she was avoiding Jasper. Jason looked over her shoulder to Jasper and gave him an apologetic look. Havoc knows! Great this is what I didn't want. Jasper hurried to put the water jug back in the rear of the truck. He acted as though he hadn't seen the Lt. Colonel's look. They finished taking down the camp in silence, everyone aware of Myrte and Jasper's situation.

General Thompson stood before the young blond haired girl his hand holding a gun pointed at her head. She was 19 years old and a very talented state alchemist, her brown eyes were full of anger and defiance. She had no intentions of cooperating with the man. Her hands were tied to a bar above her head apart from each other. Her right arm was automail, along with both her legs. She sat there as he swung her pocket watch around in the air, she didn't care if he broke it.

This strange palace in the middle of the desert had been her prison for several weeks, here she had been beaten and then offered a choice to save her life. The walls were grey and no windows provided any sunlight anywhere. The Empress lived here with her son, who happened to be a human based homunculus.

He cocked the gun and said the same thing he had said for the past two weeks, "You will create a philosophers stone!" His voice was a growl and he stepped closer putting the barrel of the gun against her temple. She had already suffered a black-eye and a couple cracked ribs, but she really didn't want to die. The Empress and her son weren't with Thompson this time. Maybe I can escape this time.

She nodded her head slowly, her short spiky hair and bangs barely shaking as her head bobbed up and down. Thompson grinned as he untied her left arm, keeping the gun on her head he untied her other arm and led her out the door and down the hall. The came to a halt in a large room filled with dirty slaves. Two guards slammed the doors shut behind them, and she nearly laughed. Every alchemist could make their own exit if the need came about. The slaves were arranged on a large transmutation circle tied in groups of three on key positions. So this was how you made a philosophers stone. She was in no way going to create one but she now had enough info to press charges against Thompson.

With her hands free and a gun at her head she had to find an escape. She looked at the circle and decided to ask just one question, "How do I create the stone?" She really didn't know much about this legendary tool.

Thompson laughed aloud, "Simple! Extract the energy from the sacrifices and force it into a compressed form!" He was in no mood for her to take her time. She nodded hoping to fool him enough to get just a few moments of time to plan an escape. She stood there her eyes closed thinking about what she had to do, there was no way she would kill these innocent people.

"What's wrong Jessica? You agreed to do this now hurry up and create the stone; these people are of no importance to you!" She looked at him; she already knew what to do. "Just shut up Thompson! I know what I need to do!" She stepped up to the circle and clapped her bare hands placing them just short of the circle's outside line. Thompson watched as the ground began to glow blue around the circle, the slaves began screaming and struggling.

The blue arcs of energy disappeared in the ground and she stood up, the slaves were still alive and no mythical stone was anywhere in sight. Thompson pointed the gun back at her and screamed in frustration, "WHAT DID YOU DO!" He began to charge her but the lights suddenly went dead. Jessica laughed as Thompson cried out as he tripped in the darkness.

"Let's see you find me now!" She yelled into the inky blackness as she used the energy she had extracted from the lights to create a glowing orb to give her sight. Thompson saw the faint glow and tried to shoot her, but the bullets smashed into an invisible wall crashing harmlessly to the ground.

With his gun impotent Thompson pulled out a knife, and Jessica couldn't help but feel the surge of adrenaline and excitement as she prepared for battle. She clapped her hands and waved them in front of her, the energy she had stolen to make a shield returned to a few of the lights. She then quickly transmuted her own knife made purely of energy.

It glowed blue in the dim room as she took a battle stance. Her brown eyes gleamed expectantly as he made an attack, his knife slamming into hers with extreme force. The knife in her hand suddenly exploded throwing both backwards. Jessica remained standing, using alchemy to make her knife explode and send Thompson reeling. She clapped her hands and transmuted the fingers of her right arm into sharp steel claws.

This time she attacked, barely waiting for him to regain his footing. Jessica swung her automail arm and caught the General's left arm; she smiled as he gasped in pain. She clapped her hands and transmuted what little energy was left and sent it into her opponent. He tumbled to the ground as pure energy slammed into him; he struggled to get up as she approached him. The girl was about to finish him off when a voice made her pause.

She knew it was impossible but still she stopped to turn her head towards the familiar voice of a little girl calling out for her sister. "Sissy! Please help me!" Jessica took a step forward fighting with herself. She is dead, that is not Elaine! I know it's true, people who die can not return the world of the living. She is gone forever! But her moments of indecision had cost her valuable time. "Come out here Envy! I know you're not Elaine so quite fooling with me!" She clapped her hands and collected what little energy was left, forming it into a ball she could throw.

But in the dim light she didn't see the beautiful woman come up behind her carrying a stone in her hands. Jessica felt an impact against her skull; she sank to the ground trying to fight the blackness that was closing in upon her mind. As she hit the floor with a thud everything went black, her last thought was that she had failed to escape and they would kill her.

A young man came out from the shadows to the woman and smiled, "Well done Mother. She is rather problematic can't we find someone else? This is one human who hasn't learned her place yet." His voice was thickly accented and smooth. The woman laughed, "Yes I know, but she has seen the portal of truth, we need her to help us create a sibling for you."

Her dark hair hung around her pale face in thick curls; her black eyes were harsh and free of any innocence. The silk dress she wore dragged on the floor as she walked out of the room. Her son followed behind after shaking his head at Thompson, "You just can't do anything right."

Jasper stood staring at the palace in the distance; they had driven past Cselkcess and were still in the desert. The building stood alone among the sand dunes, dark and foreboding. No windows could be seen from their position but they were all confused and surprised by the finding of such an abnormality. Havoc swore when he had seen the immense size of such a lonely castle. Myrte had been the first to mention that it would be the perfect place for a spy to meet with the enemy. It was past Cselkcess but not far enough into Xing that anyone would get suspicious.

They hid in the hills above the palace, camped out ready to storm the enemy and save Amestris. Jasper turned away from their target and stomped back to the truck, in all reality the truck had broken down and that's when they had found the castle standing alone in the desert.

He stuck his head close to the engine; hopefully he could find the problem and fix it while the others made camp. Although he still had uneasy feelings for the Colonel he had banished his heart deep within himself so he could take on the enemy without fail. His father had made it clear that sometimes following your heart wasn't the best idea.

After several long hours tinkering with the engine he got it to start back up. Myrte actually thanked him herself, saluting him as she returned to her own work. With the camp set up she was busy studying the enemy's fortress. Jasper thought the binoculars only made her look like a dork but she had insisted on checking it out herself.

He heard her curse as she examined the building and he sighed, she was just like her father. Unfortunately she cared about her men too much and she would probably try to go in alone. But Jasper and Havoc had talked about setting up a watch for the night while he had been working on the truck. No one was to let Myrte leave the camp alone after sundown, no matter what the circumstances were.

That night Havoc and Jasper stayed awake, using hand signals to communicate in the moonlight. Havoc heard the Colonel get up and stuck his fist up into the air. Jasper jumped up and both men moved in on their leader. But she had heard their conversation earlier and knew that taking Thompson on alone would insure that the others survived. She snapped her gloved hands and sent the two flying.

Jasper landed on his back, furious he clapped his hands which were also gloved and sent her a gift of his own. He didn't want to fight her but this was for her own good, sadly Myrte felt the same way about them. Luckily Myrte had been able to slip a sleeping medication in the other's dinner, but Jasper and Havoc were too alert to let something like that get past them.

Myrte flew into the air as the ground below her pushed her upward. Havoc came and grabbed her arms hoping that Jasper could knock her out. Myrte wasn't going to let them stop her; she elbowed her subordinate just as Jasper came from above swinging his right arm toward her head. She dodged his attack and knocked his feet out from under him. But he had clapped and was already transmuting a cage around her.

Havoc caught is breath and stuck his hands in between the bars of the cage and ripped the gloves from her hands. He smiled as Jasper finished the cage and stood next to him. Myrte fumed as her men returned her glare with smug grins. She had lost to the two of them and they weren't about to let her go in alone. But she had an extra pair of gloves and she slipped her hands into her pockets maneuvering her fingers into the other gloves.

She pulled her hands out snapping her fingers as they gawked in surprise. The two took to the air once more as the cage was blown to bits by her anger. Without a second thought she took a long piece of bar that had survived her attack and forcefully swung it into both their heads. She smiles as both men went unconscious. She was going in alone no matter what they thought.

Jessica groaned as the throbbing pain in her head brought her back from the blackness. She lifted herself up from the stone floor slowly her left arm shaky as she tried to sit up. Her vision was blurry at first but it slowly sharpened to reveal she was alone in a small dim room. She coughed as she stood up and walked to the sealed door. She waited a few minutes before clapping her hands and slamming them against the wall.

Nothing happened as she focused on destroying the door. No flash of blue light, no change in the wall. She panicked then and there. What is going on? How come I can't transmute this has never happened to me before! No! I can't lose to them and I refuse to create a stone by killing innocent people!

She slumped to the floor suddenly filled with doubt and fear, how could this be happening to her? She was a smart girl who had always fought her whole life through. Elaine and she had lost their parents when rebels had attacked the train they were on. The two had lived alone on the streets of central without any one to help them. She had met an alchemist who let them stay in her house and taught her alchemy.

But both her teacher and her sister took ill from a deadly disease that had sprung up. The doctor had done what he could but neither her sister nor her teacher who had become a second mother to the girls survived. Alone and once again on the streets she had to find a living. She found a job with a traveling circus performing alchemy as a show.

As an alchemist who could manipulate energy her talent had astounded many. When she had raised enough money she used it to buy the ingredients for a human body. She knew it was against the law but her sister's life had been stolen and she wanted to give her a second chance. Mainly it had been selfish desire to have a family member again.

That night she had gone into the forest near the village they were performing at and performed the one transmutation that changed her life. It had been just fine until the portal had taken her to its gate and let her have a look. Her legs and right arm had been taken for the toll and she had been left with a cruel disfigured pile of lifeless flesh that bore very little resemblance to her sister.

A blond haired man had found her the next morning; he was collecting firewood when he found her. Though he lived in a small town he knew exactly what she had tried to do and took her back to his wife. As he bandaged her wounds with his jacket he asked her why she had committed such a sin. She had been in too much pain to answer and he had continued to reprimand her, his eyes held a certain sorrow as though he knew her pain.

"Human transmutation can not be done it will not work. Trying to bring back the dead only causes in pain. No one can come back from the gate if they have no ties to life. But what can I say I tried the same thing when I was young."

He had carried her to his house and his wife had tended to her wounds, their son was older than her and their daughter just a few months older than her. Jessica had been treated like a member of the family and Winry provided her with amazing automail.

Nina helped her mother take care of their patient and taught her how to cook. Jasper and her took alchemy lessons from Edward, Jessica had become a third child in their family. Edward usually referred to her as a stray cat they were housing. She was always given respect and she had found a big brother in Jasper, she only spent 5 years with them.

When she hit her 14th birthday she bid her surrogate family goodbye and headed off into the world. At first she had sent them letters until she had gone for State Certification. She wanted to help people like her first teacher and the Elric family had helped her. How she missed that family, missed having Edward teaching alchemy lessons to the both of them while Nina cooked dinner.

Many people came in to get their automail repaired and Jasper had to help when they were overrun with patients. He was talented with alchemy but he could repair automail in no time, by mixing his knowledge of engineering with the speed and precision of transmuting. The fact that his right arm was automail didn't seem to bother him although he never told her how he had needed a prosthetic arm. Before she had left the Elric house Nina had told her the story.

Jessica shook the flashbacks from her head she was so frustrated and disoriented that she wasn't focusing right. There was no way that she had lost the ability to use alchemy. She clapped again and pushed her hands on the opposite wall willing it to change into a weaker substance. Her first teacher had taught her how to manipulate energy but she had been given a broader education on alchemy at the Elric house.

Again nothing happened. Obviously they had found a way to disable her ability to transmute. She would just have to wait for her captors to come for her. Maybe they never would, perhaps her punishment would be to die here in this cell alone. The single light bulb above her head was getting weak, the light dimming. She would soon be enveloped in darkness.

Jasper awoke with a headache; the last thing he remembered was fighting Myrte with Havoc. Unfortunately she had outsmarted both of them, resulting in a very painful bump on his head. He looked around and saw Havoc mirroring his own pose. Both men held their hands on their heads grimacing at the pain. Jasper cursed, this was not how things were supposed to go. Havoc laughed, "I hate this! We try to do something for her own good and we end up getting attacked by her. And what's worse she went into that ridiculous fortress alone!" He cursed loudly.

Jasper and him surveyed the collateral damage to the area from their midnight battle. Small desert bushes were still ablaze and the ground was scorched where he the cage had caught Myrte if only for a moment. The ground was partially transmuted in other areas, unnatural formations jutting up from the ground. Jasper dusted himself off angry with himself for letting her get away. They had to save her, there was no way she could stop the enemy by herself.

The others were all awake and full of questions. Armstrong came up to the two of them and asked what had happened they dutifully told them what had transpired the night before. After eating breakfast and arming themselves to the teeth they approached the dark foreboding castle. Hopefully she was still alive, she was such an idiot.

Myrte Mustang stood before the homunculus trying to catch her breath. She faced her enemy and lifted her right hand snapping her fingers in quick succession. But Envy was too fast and came closing in on her his foot striking her side before she had a chance to block the attack. She landed hard, the wind knocked out of her and a sharp pain inn her ribs.

Envy leaned over her, and she glared at his handsome face, his dark hair and grey eyes made him look human but he hadn't died in the five times she had blown him up. He looked at her with a smug grin, "You humans just don't get it! You think you can stop us? Once we get our little prisoner to create a philosophers stone we'll be even more powerful.

A feminine voice interrupted what Envy was about to say, "Come now Envy get it over with! What have I told you about wasting time by telling our enemies our plans before you finish them off?" A beautiful woman with dark curly hair stepped out of the shadows, and grinned evilly at Myrte. "So you are the famous Flaming Soul Alchemist? Ha! No match for my son I see." Huh?

"Wait he's your son?!" She gasped as she sat up. Her dark eyes were wide as she compared the two and saw the resemblances in the eyes and nose, Envy was the Empress's son. Envy laughed, "You've ever seen a human based homunculus before have you? I was born 25 years ago to the woman before you. When I was fifteen years old she got hold of a philosophers stone and with my permission placed it into my bloodstream."

He paused to turn so she could see his entire body, "And this is the result a super human who is nearly immortal." His grin was full of cruelty and hate. Myrte backed away instinctively as he got close to her, "Now you have to die. I can't let you go telling my secret to the whole world now can I?" His eyes were full of bloodlust as he brought his fist into her stomach.

"But it needs to be punishing for such a meddling rat like yourself." He sang as she coughed up blood pain coursing through her veins like adrenaline. She snapped her fingers catching Envy's legs in fire, he cried out as she burned forced the fire to burn his body. After a few moments she killed the flames the pain almost too much for her to focus on fighting.

She watched as Envy's burned body regenerated where he stood the flesh renewing itself instantly. He glared at her angrily as he stalked forward, his booted foot colliding with her body. She began to lose her grip on conscious thought, her body going into shock from the accumulating injuries. She slumped to the ground as she fought to stay awake and alive.

Jasper and Havoc walked down the long hallway listening for signs of the enemy or Myrte. The door on one of the rooms they were passing had an intricate transmutation circle on it. Jasper stopped and looked at it. Havoc stood guard as his comrade tried to decipher its meaning. As he was staring down the hall Jasper's sudden gasp startled him. "This is a circle that cancels any transmutation within the room! Only an alchemist would be locked in a room like this." Jasper transmuted his arm into a sword and scratched the circle off of the door.

He then used alchemy to destroy the lock and opened the door; he waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark room. He thought it was empty until a familiar voice reached his ears. "Go away I know you're just toying with me!" Jasper was confused, "Jessica?" He asked into the dark room. Someone slammed into him, hugging him tightly. He took several steps back to steady himself and recognized the short young woman who was looking at him with tears of joy in her eyes.

"Oh Jasper it really is you, I was beginning to think I was gonna die in there!" She wiped her eyes and Jasper's eyes fell on the pocket watch around her neck. "You became a state alchemist? Why are you her? Have you seen a woman with black hair wearing a uniform like mine?" He glanced at his blue uniform with disdain.

"I'm here because they want me to create a philosophers stone for them. The Empress's son is a human based Homunculus and they want to create more. I haven't seen any other prisoners." She was busy repairing the tears on her blue leather trench coat as Jasper listened to her. "Myrte came in here to try and stop them but she came alone!" He cursed again.

Jasper took Jessica's hand and the three headed down the hall, Havoc introducing himself as they continued on. "I'm Lt. Colonel Jason Havoc. How do you know Jasper?" "His mother and father saved my life after I tried to bring my sister back from the dead. I studied alchemy with him for several years." She grinned back when Havoc lifted his eyebrows questioningly.

As they headed down the hall sounds of battle greeted their ears. Fwoom! 'HAHAHA!' "That's Envy!" A gasp of pain interrupted Jessica. "That's Myrte!!!" Jasper and Havoc both exclaimed in unison. They dashed towards the door at the end of the hall and knocked it down.

The three paused as they took in the scene. Myrte lay on the ground a gash in her side bleeding and her right sleeve missing. Her left eye was swollen shut and she held her ribs as she looked to the door. Jasper didn't think he let his heart do the acting, he rushed to her and began to pick her up but Envy's foot caught his back and he fell down winded.

Havoc shot the homunculus repeatedly buying Jasper and Myrte time. Jasper jumped back to his feet and dragged Myrte to the door, Havoc ripping off his jacket and shirt, tearing his white shirt into a bandage. Myrte looked at them and cursed, "Why did you come for me?" Jasper answered first, "Because I love you!" Everyone stared at him in silence; Jessica turned back to the enemy and transmuted the ground into a barrier.

Myrte smiled at Jasper and then frowned, "Get out there and save our country!" He nodded and Jessica destroyed the wall, and he stood facing Envy. Jessica looked at the Colonel and clapped her hands and placed them against the wall. She then brought her glowing hands around the Colonel, Havoc backed away as she turned the energy into a shield around Myrte. "This should keep her safe for now."

Havoc nodded as he reloaded his guns and went to back Jasper up, Jessica followed him silently. Envy turned to face the three of them and smiled, "Well now I thought that I would only have to take care of the Colonel, but I guess I'll get to have a little more fun. Ah I see you found our little prisoner, it's too bad that I'll be killing her as well. You could have been such an ally." He stepped forward as Jasper transmuted his arm into a sword ready for battle.

Jasper charged his enemy and struck his target's arm, Envy cursed. "You really don't get it!" The playful shine left his eyes and he turned on Jasper catching his chest with a round kick that sent him flying. He hit the wall across the room with a discouraging thud, and slid down to the floor in a motionless heap.