According to his watch, it was 5pm. People milled about. Families, waiting for loved ones on arriving trains, sending them off on departing one. Roy paid to heed. Some stared, recognizing him as the Flame Alchemist. He looked for one figure. His eyes trained on him. The tall figure coming towards him, dark hair, dark skin. Eyes, hidden by sun glasses.
" Mr. Mustang, so nice to see you again" He greeted coldly.
" Zavian"
" As you know, I have Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, my reasons for taking her are clear. I want the information on flame alchemy."
" I know. Where is she?"
Zavian smirked "What do you care, she is just another soldier"
Roy resisted his violent urges " She means quite a lot to me, you can understand Zavian, can't you?" Roy stated innocently
Zavian clenched his fists.
" The research , please, I'll give you back your Lieutenant, my friend has grown tired of her"
Rage, pure rage welled up in Roy. He handed him a folder, containing all of the research Riza's father, his teacher had gathered, including a full drawing of the transmutation circle that was on Riza's back. The one he had partially burned away at her request. With that information, Zavian was the hugest threat the State will ever see.
Zavian opened the folder, pleased with the authentic research. Somehow, he didn't expect Roy Mustang to so willingly hand it over.
Zavian dug into his pocket, producing a scrap of paper with an address.
"You'll find Lieutenant Hawkeye here. I hope shes worth it."
Roy took the paper, he ran his hand through his hair, turned and walked away. Trying to put as much distance as he could between the mess that would happen in a few moments
Jean Havoc lay on his stomach, his sight trained on Colonel Mustang from the roof of a nearby building. He saw a man approach. He placed his finger on the trigger, watching the exchange with a somewhat sick pleasure. This man had hurt Hawkeye. She was like a sister him, like family. She was the world to the Chief, though he hadn't admitted it yet. He saw the folder pass hands.
Then, the signal, the Colonel running his hand through his hair. Havoc took a long drag from the smoke in his mouth and squeezed the trigger. Boom, head shot. Bastard brains all over Central Station. People ran screaming, ducking for cover. Havoc didn't much mind, he watched as Mustang walked calmly over and retrieved the folder.
He stood up, and stretched his aching body from having spent so much time on his stomach. He picked up his rifle and headed to the rendezvous spot.
John watched the exchange. Counting his money. $10,000 for all his "troubles" He started his car, not in the least concerned about his business partner's head exploding from a sniper's bullet. He had held up his end of the bargain. The pretty boy Colonel would arrive at the address to find his precious little slut with a bullet in her chest. A bullet from her own gun. Yea, he'd had his fun, but he had to clean up his mess. It was Zavian's request that she die slowly. What did he care. Money was money. His fun had been fun, now he a job in Rush Valley.
