Here we go people. Thing's are going to start getting good. I really do have fun writing this one. So I hope you're enjoing iy as much as I am.

Chapter Six

Kimbly walked into the darkened space in the sewer. He was met by a very angry hooded man.

"I told you to stay here with him!"

"Sorry boss. Needed some food."

"Needed to get some more like it!"

"Huh?"

"I followed you! Do it again and I'll kill you!"

"Yes sir. Why are you so pissed?"

"Someone came down here for some fucking reason and almost ruined my plans! You do not leave again until this shit is over, do you understand?"

"Yea. I got it."

The hooded man turned away from him. Kimbly settled back in a chair and pulled out a bottle of vodka he had bought on the way back. He twisted the cap and took a swig from it, watching Al through the bottle. He pulled the bottle away and set it down on the ground. He could see Al's hate filled eyes glaring at him.

"What Elric?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Good money. And it cleans up the streets a little."

"The way he was talking it sounded like you just came back from screwing some hooker. Doesn't sound like you want the streets cleaned as you put it. What is really going on in your head Kimbly? You got some grudge against my brother?"

"It's nothing personal. I just want to get paid."

"At the expense of another's life! You're just like that fucking sick psychopath!"

"I ain't that bad."

"Bullshit! You're just like him!"

Kimbly got up and walked over to Al. He punched him hard in the face. Al's head bounced back and then forward. Kimbly grabbed a fistful of his hair.

"Watch your words Elric. I have a short temper. Hate to see something happen to you."

"Hmf. You do that my brother will kill you both. Before that sick freak gets a hold of you himself and kills you for fucking with his plans."

"Shut the fuck up!"

He raised his hand to strike him again but another hand grabbed his. He turned around.

"The boys right. If you touch him again, I'll kill you just like those stupid bitches. Understand me?" He growled through gritted teeth.

"I got it."

The hooded man let his arm go and walked away. Kimbly took his frustrations out on the poor man still lying at Al's feet. Al actually heard the man grunt from the pain. Unbelievable. He was still alive.

Kimbly walked back to his bottle and picked it up, disappearing into the darkness. Al nudged the man at his feet with his foot.

"Hey. You okay mister?"

The scarred man grumbled a little in response. Al was happy the poor guy was still alive. He tried to move but Al advised him not to.

"Don't, just wait. Play dead. My brother will be here soon. Wait till then. He'll distract them and you can get me loose. Then we can help my brother."

The man moved so Al could hear him speak.

"Are you sure he's coming?"

"Yea. This sick bastard called him out. He's got some sort of grudge against him or something."

"Then I'll wait."

"It's for the best."

Both of them went silent. They would bide their time till Ed came.

Back at the dorms, Roy had left Ed alone. Hawkeye and Winry only returned for a moment. Hawkeye said she was going to take her to the gameroom on base for the time being. To try to get her mind off things. This left Ed alone. With his mind on everything. It was only about three in the afternoon. They weren't planning on leaving to the sewer till about ten o'clock. There they would have a final briefing some distance away from the entrance. In case there was a sentry. That was too long for Ed to wait. He had left the dorm and went to a liquor store. He came back with a bottle of spiced rum and a bottle of soda. He knew if anyone came back now he'd be in deep shit. And he knew if he drank too much he would jeopardize the mission to save his brother and to get this motherfucker. But he needed to take the edge off. He took off the lid of the rum and poured some into a glass. Then he opened the soda and poured that in, almost to the brim. He had filled the glass at least half full with rum though. More than he should have. Because he knew he'd do the same amount over and over till the bottle was empty. He stopped when the glass was half-empty. He couldn't do this. It could get his brother killed. He set the bottle aside and slowly got to his feet. He did feel a little dizzy because he hadn't eaten much before hand. He left a note to let them know what he was about to do. Then he turned and left. God. Winry was going to be angry with him. But he felt he had to do this himself. This was personnel. This asshole had killed their mother. He closed the door behind him and walked down the hallway. Careful not to be seen by anyone. He had a mission to accomplish.

Roy practically threw his chair through the window when Hawkeye came in and gave him the note. Winry was no where in sight. Hughes had taken her to his house and left her with Gracia. She just completely lost it when she read the note. So now Mustang stood fuming in his office, Hawkeye for the first time ever having a terrified expression on her face. Hughes had just returned in time to see the chair fly through the air. This even left him speechless. Something unusual for the ordinarily cheery man. Roy huffed as he tried to catch his breath. The dumb asshole had done it this time. He was in really deep shit. Because when he got his hands on him, he was gonna wish he was dead. Plus Ed had defied orders and was most likely to be court marshaled. If he wasn't killed that is.

Roy turned about and aptly kicked his desk as hard as he could. No amount of pulling strings could get Ed out of this one. Roy was powerless. But he thought maybe he could try to cover this up. Another favor the short idiot would owe him.

"Lieutenant! Get everyone together! We're going now!"

"Yes sir!"

She turned and left.

"Lieutenant colonel."

"Sir?"

"I need you to make sure the records speak nothing of this. As far as that's concerned, all went well. We're gonna cover Fullmetal's ass on this one."

"Yes sir."

Hughes left and Roy stood alone in his office. "Goddamn it Edward. You screwed up."