Maes Mustang and Trisha Elric had arrived at the betting shop, opening the door. Trisha and Maes spoke to the attendant behind the glass window.

"Who runs this place?" Maes said, interrogating the attendant.

"Bristol of course!" The attendant said. Maes reached through the glass window and choked the attendant.

"No dumbass, who did Bristol put in charge of this place?" Maes said, choking the attendant.

"That would be Mr. George Gertrude, located upstairs." Maes released the attendant.

"Let's go!" Maes told Trisha. "Remember not to kill him!" Maes and Trisha went upstairs to speak to George Gertrude, who was a fat man with grey hair who had grey-black eyes and a black suit, purple vest, white shirt, and a black ribbon tie.

"Time to show you a non lethal stunning technique that has been passed down by the Armstrong line for generations, and carried on to a Mustang!" Maes announced, ripping off his shirt, hulking out, and puffing up his chest, sparkling his yellow manly sparkles. Gertrude was in shock. Trisha used alchemy to cuff him, because she was so turned on by Maes's buff chest that she forgot her secret intent to kill George.

"Maes, you look so much better without a shirt on!" Trisha ripped off her jacket. Trisha and Maes made out in the office building. The National City Police arrived to seize Bristol's asset when they saw Trisha and Maes making out at the scene of the arrest.

"We caught the bad guy for you!" Trisha said in a drunk-like tone, because she was in love.

"Thanks for catching the bad guys, but you should seriously get a room!" An officer said.

Trisha and Maes arrived at an empty City Hall, head over heels for each other, but it was not Edward who showed up, it was Olivier Armstrong.

"Hello lovebirds." Olivier said, greeting the two.

"Why did you show up instead of Edward?" Maes asked.

"I am the chief of National City Police." Olivier explained. "The National City Police are just like the Briggs Men, strong warriors who protect our streets and never go down without a fight. Like in Briggs, the weak ones become the foundation in the NCPD."

"Survival of the Fittest is the NCPD Law?" Trisha asked.

"Exactly." Olivier said. "Officers are trained in a variety of weapons and combat styles to become not just law enforcement officers but elite warriors as well."

"So, can you send some of your NCPD officers to help us fight off Bristol?" Maes asked.

"Certainly." Olivier said. "The NCPD will storm two of the money laundering repo businesses owned by Bristol, bringing his criminal empire to its knees."

"I will be headed back to Resembool with Maes." Trisha said. "All this bounty hunter stuff is making me tired."

"I will be seeing you." Olivier said, waving good bye. Trisha and Maes boarded the train back to Resembool, got off at the station, walked down to Automail Rockbell, and realized that the old Automail Rockbell house was burning.

"I wonder who did this?" Maes said.

"Whoever did this, they deserve a special place in hell." Trisha said, angered that her childhood home was burning down.