There had been chimeras all over. The order had came down on Mustang's unit to get rid of the unwanted chimeras, which was easier said than done. However, orders were orders, which was why Ed found himself in Central square with the rest of the unit. Most of the planning had been done earlier in the day. Chimera's seemed to always hide during the day and come out at night.

Stupid bloody chimeras.

Upon arrival, everyone was spilt into groups. Ed thought it was a bad idea personally but, one look from the Colonel and he decided to keep his mouth shut. Just this once though.

"Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc and Sergeant Major Kain Fury will patrol the south side. Warrant Officer Vato Falman and Second Lieutenant Heymans Breda will patrol the north side. First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye and Colonel Roy Mustang will patrol the East Side. Major Alex Louis Armstrong and Major Edward Elric will patrol the West Side." Riza explained to the group gather outside the steps of Central headquarters.

As the groups spilt up to the different areas, Ed grumbled as he searched for the chimeras. He wasn't having much luck and it seemed that Armstrong wasn't either.

Darn chimeras.

Ed wondered why the chimeras just couldn't come out so he could kill them and go back to bed, which was where he really wanted to be. Sleeping, since that privilege had seemed to be taken away from him lately.

In theory, Ed should have been paying more attention instead of grumbling about the chimeras because, he was more than likely to be attacked by one of the creatures when distracted.

Or something like that.

So when something grabbed Ed when he pass an alleyway, he was too shock to say anything.

Ed blinked when he realized that he was against a warm body. Well cross out the idea being captured by a chimera, since the creatures were not usually warm-blooded. Since, chimeras were obviously not warm-blooded.

Right?

Well, he knew the reptile chimeras were cold blooded but were the other chimeras?

Ed's thoughts were cut off as a pair of lips covered his. He didn't even have time to protest as his eyes closed.

When Ed did open his mouth to argue, another tongue invaded his mouth. Ed sighed lightly and his hands moved up to grip a pair of strong shoulders. Another pair of hands had encircled his waist.

Ed opened his eyes as they parted and he glared.

He felt like punching the expression off his partner's face. Ed hated having morals over rank.

It quite frankly sucked.

Which was the only reason why he wasn't punching Mustang's face with his automail. It wasn't as if he loved him or any wishy-washy thought like that.

Really.