Chapter 4:
Lieutenant General Riza Hawkeye stands adressing a group of 12 men and women. Her new subordinates stand on each side of her.
Over the last week, they'd gotten smart, following Hawkeye around to avoid getting picked on by Smith. Siblings Kyle and Kara weren't annoying either. They treated Hawkeye as a genuine friend.
On the other hand, by now even Major General Armstrong had gotten wiff of the fact taht General Mustang had thrown a complete fit when he'd found out Hawkeye indeed not on vacation but had transferred permanently. She had even seen fit to report this to Hawkeye with a raised eyebrow one day when Hawkeye was reporting to her.
"Today we will be carrying out an operation to catch the leader of the gang that is capturing our supply trains. We have reports from witnesses that the "boss" personally helps captures the trains in case "somebody messes up". Thirteen of you will be placed on different parts of the train as civilians. I will be taking Smith with me to a classified place where we will be taking out the engine car with our sniping. Let me get this clear. Positions are solely based off of skill,"Hawkeye breifs. She adds the last part, and glares at Smith. She didn't like Smith as a person, but there was no denying that besides Hawkeye, nobody could par or surpass Smith's skill.
"Are there any questions?"Hawkeye prompted. This is met with silence. "Very well. Operation Femme Fatale* is now officially in action. Let's move out."
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"The train has been captured,"the radio earpiece in Hawkeye's ear crackled to life.
Hawkeye slowly breathed in a scathingly icy breath of air and let it out slowly. Whether or not she succeeded would determine whether or not General Mustang would get the credit for this mission idea and get promoted to Fuhrer as her Grandfather stepped off the position.
Hawkeye eyed Smith. His eyes were trained on the rails in front of them. Soon the train came chugging into view. "Now! Everyone's in position! We can't keep them from getting to the engine for long!"somebody shouted into the radio over sounds of chaos through the radio.
Hawkeye pulled the Type 97 20mm AT Rifle closer to her, aimed, and then shot.
1 Second.
2 Seconds.
3 Seconds.
4 Seconds.
5 Seconds.
Bam! The train keeps chugging on. But the link is broken and the rest of the supplies stay in place in the valley. Over the plain of white fields, Armstrong's soldiers pop up and charge all, surounding the train.
Behind Hawkeye a raspy voice said in glee, "The boss ain't dumb. We gotchu. And we can negotiate you back if we've got soldiers."
Hawkeye glanced at Smith, with his radio in hand and caught completely off guard. Smith was big. But the two men were bigger. "RUN SMITH!"Hawkeye screamed, whipping around and shooting her second and extra bullet into the man closer to Smith.
He looks at her. Catches her eye for one second. And something clicks in him. If he doesn't run, he's as dead as Hawkeye. With that he sprints through the snow and stumbles. The last guy leaps for him but is too slow, then whips out a gun and whips around to Hawkeye. Hawkeye slams the butt of her rifle into his head, knees him, shoves the gun at him and takes off at a sprint. Smith was the one who had all the explosives and grenades and second rifle. Hawkeye never came unprepared. As she ran for it, she pulled out a pistol.
The man was close behind. He shot. Hawkeye screamed. She the wound around her rib and stomach but kept running. But her vision was blurred from the pain and she was weak. She didn't see the pit in time to stop sprinting. Hawkeye slipped and fell into the pit. The were crunches that came after her. But they kept going through the forest.
That was the last thing that Hawkeye noted before she lost consciousness.
*Femme Fatale - an attractive and seductive woman, especially one who will ultimately bring disaster to a man who becomes involved with her. (Language of origin: French)
