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Sure, now that my memory is back I remember everything. I also knew that more than half the things I told the Military Personal was lies, and surely, I wasn't going to tell them. Hell, who were they to me? Nothing. How were they going to find out I was lying? They weren't, or couldn't. And what did I care if all hell broke loss on this side of 'The Gate'? I didn't.

I wasn't staying with Riza anymore, she got me a room at headquarters were most of the soldiers stayed.

The rooms were medium sized, about the size of an ordinary classroom. They had a bed, dresser, desk and a comfy chair with a small table nest to it, with a lamp perched on it.

When they first set me here, the first thing I did was rearrange the furniture, many complaints were filed, but everyone was afraid of me, so I didn't get too much heat for it.

I made it so the desk was facing the window, so when I sat at it I could look out at the busy street bellow. I could also see the huge towering building of Central Headquarters. Then I had my bed next to the door, and on the opposite wall I had my comfy chair and table, with just a few feet away my dresser. Before I got here, everything was all scrunched together, I felt claustrophobic.

I sat down in the chair and tried my best to retrieve the memories from the night we came here. My memory may be back, but it took real effort to get it so I could remember, it took time, energy and great concentration. I could feel it coming, it was at the edge of my brain, tip of my tongue, gone. I was confused, where did it go? And that is when I heard the knock at the door again. I sighed, stood up, and walked over to it. I opened it slowly and cautiously and then looked at the pipsqueak bellow.

"Mustang wants you," was all he said, and then he turned on his heel. I then noticed that his big armored side kick wasn't with him. How strange.

"Now?" I asked. I just wanted to relax, have a good time, and try to figure everything out. And may I add, how to get the hell out of here.

"Yes." He seemed very angry, or short tempered. Ha, 'short.' I snickered at my own inside joke and grabbed the coat Riza had given me. It wasn't something I would wear usually, but it would work. I ran to catch up.

"What does he want me for?" I asked him. He kept walking, quickening his pace. "Hello? I'm talking to you.." I was finding his silence very rude, and in fact it was making me quite angry. But before I could protest a sudden bang came out of now where, kind of like an explosion.

Suddenly Edward was in front of me, and when I looked around him I could see two figures coming at us at full speed. One with long spiky hair, and another with huge boobs and wearing a jet black dress.

"Get over there and don't move," the blond pointed at a wall near by and I swiftly made my way over. When I turned, I saw a huge fight going on. Ed against two.

Edward clapped his hands together, and slammed them against the ground, spears flying up out of the ground and almost piercing the people in black, missing just by a hair. The one in the dress held out her hand and her fingers grew into giant claws and she swung at Edward. I gasped, holding my breath. Edward moved just a bit, clapped again, and this time a huge concrete wall flew up in no time at all. The one with the weird hair transformed into a middle aged woman. She had light brown hair, thin body, and reminded me of a kind mother. The woman with the spike hands chopped the wall to pieces and then that's when Edward froze, when he saw the light brown haired woman just a few feet away. The spike lady swung again, and she was just about to cut him to pieces when fire shot up out of no where.

"Full Metal! Move!" Out to the right, running right past me was Mustang, followed swiftly by Riza. Edward's head shot up and he clapped his hands, his arm turning into a metal knife-like sword. He started to run after the two, dodging every attack, moving with top speed, slashing, and just missing his target.

Riza started to shoot one and that's when they nodded at each other and ran off in the other direction. Edward started after.

"Ed! No," Mustang yelled. The boy halted to a stop and turned. Anger was apparent in his eyes but the rest of his face seemed soft, composed, and totally under control. He started to walk over to the three of us, I was now standing behind Riza and Mustang.

"Bastards," he mumbled, walking past us. We all stared after him. "I have to go tell Al," he said and then jogged off.

"How interesting," Riza commented, calmly putting her silky black gun into the holster on her uniform. She then turned to look at me. "Are you okay?" She asked me.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I told her, and looking towards the direction Ed disappeared into. "But what were those?" Riza opened her mouth to speak but Mustang cut her off.

"We should get back," he said, taking his white gloves off. He started walking, Riza swiftly following in toe. I looked after them and slowly made my way in their direction.

A/N I have some stuff up on fiction under the same pen name as this one. If you could be so kind as to look them up. And also If you like this one, you can check out my other FMA fanfics. Thanks to all that read.