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Chapter Five

Profile Five:

Techno Momoiro

Aged: 29

Profession: Technology Hacker

Special Abilities: Able To Hack Into Any Computer System Anywhere; Talks To Most Technology.

History: Born to a working class family, Techno used his abilities to make money in order to survive the extreme poverty of the Western Area, however he was soon picked up by the military and used for radio hacking in the Ishbal War. After the war he went into Military Intelligence until working for the Crime Lab.

"Why am I being dragged out again?" Solo moaned to Raven as they walked through the doors of Central Headquarters.

"Because Kemp said she had a new lead and that she wanted to see if there was anything interesting Fluffy's office since no one thought to look there before," Raven replied. He glanced at Solo who didn't look that impressed to be walking down these halls.

A few soldiers passed them and whistled at Solo. She gave them a death glare.

"I hate soldiers," she muttered under her breath. Raven laughed heartily.

"Well, Shaggy was supposed to be coming down here instead of me but he seemed to be pretty pissed at Kemp over something," Raven explained.

"When is he not?" Solo asked. Raven nodded.

"That is a good point," Raven replied, "So what do you think Kemp wants us to look for?"

"Probably some sort of dirt on him," Solo said, "Leading us to another lead."

"So looking through files?" Raven asked.

"Partially," Solo replied, "You look through the desk while I do all the science stuff. Deal?"

"Deal," Raven agreed, "But I can't help wondering what Kemp was going to do while we're here."

"She'll be fine," Solo reassured him, "What she going to do? Dress up as a soldier and go ask people what they think about the murder? Come off it, she's not that stupid."

"I suppose," Raven agreed.

With Kemp

There was no doubt about it, Kemp was in all probability the best journalist in Amestres, not because she had the talent or the brains: it was because she didn't think about things before doing them. She walked along the halls of the Military headquarters getting the look off of every soldier she passed. She walked with that attitude she'd seen so many times with the female soldiers when she'd seen them shopping after work or during the dinner hours. Her hair was tied up in a tight bun, her glasses had been replaced by some with thick black rims. There was a gun in a holster round her waist. Not too bad, she thought.

She entered the dinning room holding a folder of fake papers. She glanced around like she was looking for somebody. Shrugging gently she walked over to the counter and helped herself to some coffee. She wasn't a coffee person but today it called for coffee. No body bothered to ask her what she was doing there because she was perfectly camouflaged. She looked like any other of the soldiers in the room apart from the majority were wearing trousers not skirts.

Taking in the people around her, she realised that the person she was looking for wasn't there. There weren't any Captains in the room. Sighing she decided to leave the dinning room, but as she walked back across the canteen she noticed a man who wasn't wearing his jacket but over his eye he had a small scar.

She stopped near to him.

"Hey," she said towards him, "Don't I know you?"

He looked her up and down.

"Do I?" he replied.

"Yeah, I'm sure I've seen your face before," Kemp went on. She posed like she was thinking by putting a finger on her lips and looking towards the ceiling. She could hear the guys round the table whispering to one and other. After a few seconds, Kemp suddenly clicked her fingers. "I know. That bar round the city centre a few weeks ago."

"That's quite possible," the guy said.

"You were totally out of it," Kemp went on, "I'm surprised you didn't end up in hospital with a dead liver."

"That's possible too," the guy agreed, "And may I know the name of the woman who saw me at my worst?"

"I can't believe it," she said, "I told you like fifteen times at the bar. Megan. You know, Megan Pascal down at accounting? You were asking me if I had one of those new calculators all night."

"Really?" the guy asked dumbly, making the guys at his table laugh at him.

"Sounds like you, Captain," one of them said. So this was the guy Kemp was looking for. She smiled at the guy who just spoke.

"Hey, you were there too," she said, making him go red a bit, "Yeah you were chatting up my best friend."

"Was I? I can't remember," the guy blushed deeper scarlet.

"Yeah, you can't remember the pure blonde who sat on your knee for most of the night?" Kemp asked. There was a massive 'Ooooooh' from the guys at the table. The Captain was laughing loudly.

"You on a break?" the Captain asked Kemp. Kemp nodded.

"Yeah, I was hoping to bump into someone," she explained, "But seeing as they're not here I was just about to go back to my office."

"Why don't you just join us?" the Captain asked. Kemp pretended to look shocked.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"It's not every day a military chick comes talking to us," one of the men said, "Most of them are so stuck up, but you probably know that."

"I have to agree," Kemp said with a lofty sigh, "If they want a war over quickly they could always just send in the girls from accounting during that time of the month."

The guy laughed. The Captain raised an eyebrow at Kemp, eying her suspiciously for a moment or two.

"So," he asked, "What sort of woman are you then?"

"I'm a gunslinger girl at heart," Kemp replied, putting a hand over her heart for emphasis, "You know like that Hawkeye woman. I mean she's like the ultimate military chick."

"She's a woman, not a 'chick'," the Captain said bitterly.

"That's what I said," Kemp said, "Chick."

The Captain banged his fist hard on the table. Kemp simply sipped her coffee. The guys around the table went deadly silent as if to hide away from the, now, angry Captain. The Captain was glaring down at Kemp with intensely bright blue eyes.

"She's not some run of the mill girl you can make fun of," the Captain spat. He sprayed Kemp with saliva. Kemp slowly wiped the spray off of her with a handkerchief. The Captain eyed it. Kemp glanced at it. It said MDK in blue in the corner. She put it into her pocket before anyone else noted it.

"Sorry," she said calmly, "I didn't mean for you to get angry. What's the story behind Hawkeye?"

"What do you mean?" the Captain asked.

"You speak so passionately about her. Did she save your life or something?" Kemp asked. The Captain sat back on the bench. No one had asked him that before, obviously.

"Yeah," he replied, stunned, "In Ishbal. She saved me from being torn alive by some Ishbal rebels. I thought I was a total goner. I couldn't believe when the guy fell limp on me and she pulled me to my feet. Ishbal was the worst. So many of my good friends died to the hands of those bastards."

Kemp's eyes narrowed.

"Surely they weren't that bad," she said, "I mean it was retaliation and in war there are no good and bad sides, just survival instincts."

"Now that sounds like someone out on the field," the Captain said, "Since when does an accountant know about war first hand?"

"Since the accountant as a little girl lived in the East and had family members wiped out because of it. From both sides," Kemp said, casting her eyes down.

"Saving someone's life means you have a bond forever," the Captain said, "Sometimes we go for walks when that Colonel she works for gets a little too much for her. She likes to see the hills as the sun sets over the horizon."

"HEY!" yelled someone from behind Kemp and the Captain. Both of them turned to see the person in question. It was a very confused looking Jean Havoc. Kemp forced a smile.

"Hey Smokey," she said, "Where are the rest of the bandits?"

"What are you doing here?" Havoc asked. Kemp raised the cup she was holding.

"Coffee," she replied, "What do you think?"

Havoc looked at her weirdly.

"But you're sitting with Captain Guilder," Havoc said, "You don't know Captain Guilder."

"Jeez Havoc," Kemp said rolling her eyes, "Do you have to be so jealous."

She turned to the Captain.

"Can you believe this guy?" she said, "I dumped this clown months ago and he's still jealous of me talking to other guys."

"Tough break," Guilder said, "Hey, Havoc. How's Hawkeye today? She back at work. I heard she was dragged off by that damn crime lab for tests."

"Crime lab?" Kemp asked, "What's the crime lab doing poking their noses into the Military."

"The Fluffy McPinkins incident," one of the soldiers replied, "Every one's talking about it. Haven't you heard?"

"Oh that pig," Kemp snapped, "Yeah I heard. I thought CSI would've given up on him straight away. Scum of the earth."

"Bout right," another soldier chorused. The Captain got to his feet.

"Breaks over guys," he said. He turned to Kemp and saluted her. "It's been so very nice to meet you once again, Miss Pascal. I hope I see you soon."

"Until next time, then," she replied with a nod. The group of soldiers left behind their superior. Kemp sighed loudly and turned to Havoc. "You are so lucky I'm such a good actress, Havoc. Couldn't you see I was working here?"

"Sorry," Havoc said apologetically, "I didn't realise you specialised in espionage."

"I do try," she admitted. She stood up. "Do you mind taking me to Fluffy's office?"

"Sure why not," Havoc replied with a shrug.

Back with Solo and Raven

"There is nothing here," Raven snapped as he threw some papers back into the filing cabinet. Even Solo had to admit this crime scene was pretty lacking in information. She sighed and threw her brush down.

"I hope Kemp has some good news," she agreed.

"This guy is all military," Raven went on, "I've never seen anything like it. Back in the academy there was always the few who were for Fuhrer and country but most of them got that stamped out of it after the first three weeks."

"How come?" Solo asked.

"Booze and press ups," Raven replied simply.

The two turned towards the door as it swung open. In the doorway there was stood Havoc with another soldier behind him.

"Here you go," Havoc said to his companion.

"Cheers, Havoc," said the soldier brushing past him to get into the room. Solo's mouth opened without orders. Raven's head tilted to one side while his eyes widened in shock.

"Kemp?" Raven asked. Kemp raised an eyebrow at them both.

"Who else?" she replied.

"Could be that stupid?" Solo shouted, "Do you have any brains in that head of yours?"

"A few, enough for normal bodily functions and sarcasm," was Kemp's reply. Havoc, sensing danger, muttered his good bye and quickly ducked from the room.

"Damn, Kemp," Solo snapped, "Why do you have to be hard headed sometimes?"

"I would've sent Raven but he wouldn't have been able to pull it off," Kemp replied, "No offence, Raven."

"Better me than you," Raven said holding his hands up. Solo turned back to the table she had been trying to get prints from.

"There's nothing here," she said grumpily, "Everything was cleaned."

"Cleaned?" Kemp asked, "Someone was trying to cover something up?"

"Or he wore gloves," Solo suggested. Solo walked over to her case and pulled out an UV torch with an orange filter attached to the top of it. She began scanning the room looking high and low until she stopped. "I've found something."

Raven and Kemp walked over to her side and peered at the wall. There were a few splatters of blood.

"Sweet," Kemp muttered.

"Nice," Raven agreed. Solo swabbed the blood and put it in an air tight case.

"We'll get this to the lab," Solo said. Kemp and Raven nodded.

"I'll lag behind and get out a little later on," Kemp said, "Just my luck for that Captain to see me sneaking out. Besides I want to go and talk to Hawkeye about him."

"Good luck," Solo said as she gathered her things. Raven looked at Kemp like he didn't like the idea of her staying behind.

"If you're not back by three then I'm coming back for you," he warned, "You don't know what these guys are like."

"Sure," Kemp said. She went out of the office and slunk off towards the Colonel's office. She was walking at a normal pace when she saw someone she'd rather not see. The Captain was coming straight for her, his face set in an angry expression. Kemp put on a smile.

"When I said I might see you later, this is not what I meant," she said. The Captain grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her sharply towards him. "What's the meaning of this! Let me go!"

"Listen you," he spat, "I don't know who you are or who you work for but when I find out, I'm having your ass on a platter."

Kemp grinned.

"Are you delusional? I told you who I was," she said. She pulled her arm from his grasp easily. She took a few steps past him. "If you wanted to ask me out all you had to do was say please."

"I'm watching you," he growled.

"And won't you enjoy it?" Kemp remarked. She walked off trying not to loose her calm. She turned a corner and leant on a wall, breathing deeply.

"Are you alright, miss?" asked someone from nearby. Kemp turned to the guy in question. She looked him up and down. He was small with glasses and black hair.

"I'm fine," she replied kindly, "I'm looking for Colonel Mustang's office."

"I'm on my way there too," the guy said cheerfully, "I'll show you, but are you sure you're alright?"

"I will be when I get into Mustang's office," Kemp replied.