"Damn it," The Colonel muttered.

That was the thirteenth gang he had just fought off. The lawless zone really was lawless. Regardless of that, he continued. He still asked people questions, and they asked him questions too.

"Why are you wearing that?"

"You seriously don't know! Are you sure?"

"Where are you from?"

They raced in his mind. The second question caught his attention. What had happened? It all was extremely confusing. He tried buying a newspaper, but they didn't accept his money.

"What kind of currency is Cenz? We use Beli," The newsstand man said.

"Beli?" The Colonel asked.

"Yeah, Beli. And if you don't have any, I can't sell you a newspaper."

"Sorry to trouble you, but can you tell me how to get Beli?"

"The easiest way here on the archipelago is by auctioning a slave,"

"Slave?"

"Yeah, the best Slave Auction House is on grove one."

"Thank you sir."

"No problem."

The Colonel was appalled as he walked away. 'Slaves? What kind of sick people auction slaves?' He thought. It was gruesome. Why the hell would these people sell people as slaves? It made no sense and he didn't want to dig further into the matter. It was about 28 minutes since he left the park, he should be getting back.

He walked past the stares, ignoring them as their whispers made out questions. One particular person seemed offended by his attire that another person had to calm him down. Apparently the people didn't have any trust in their military. But that didn't mean they had to attack him, did it? He made it back to grove 30. He walked past the familiar gates and headed towards the rides. He chuckled.

"Why the hell won't you let me ride?" Ed screamed.

"Because, you're under 5'6"!" The ride manager said pointing to the height measurer.

"WHO'RE YOU CALLIN' SO SMALL AN ANT CAN STEP ON HIM AND NOT EVEN NOTICE 'CAUSE HE'S SO SMALL HE CAN'T BE SEEN IN A MICROSCOPE!"

"Brother! He didn't say that!" Al yelled, trying to hold back Ed.

"I'm sorry, but you can just wait here until your older brother rides," The ride manager said.

A frustration mark appeared on Ed's head, bigger than him.

"I'm his older brother you jerk!" Ed screamed.

"Fullmetal, that's enough!" Mustang said.

Ed and Al, even the ride manager turned around to see the Colonel grinning at Ed's little outburst.

"What the hell Colonel? Where were you?" Ed yelled back to Mustang.

"Trying to find a way to solve our little predicament," Mustang replied, "And would you mind explaining to me why you were yelling at this man?"

"He wouldn't let me ride!"

"Well I wonder why?" Mustang had said sarcastically.

"Shut up!" Ed yelled, tired of Mustang's sarcasm.

"Now is that anyway to talk to your commanding officer, Fullmetal?"

"Commanding officer?" The ride manager asked, completely confused.

"Sorry for the trouble, we'll be leaving now," The Colonel replied, "Come on."

The man could only reply 'huh' as they walked away, Ed and the colonel still bickering as they headed away from him.

"What a strange group of people," The ride manager muttered under his breath.

A.N.s: SO SORRY FOR THE LONG UPDATE! I DO hope you ENJOY this chapter. And there's a little button down there that says 'Review'. You might want to click it.