The Ice-Blue Alchemist
"Colonel Mustang! Mustang!"
Mustang jerked himself out of his deep stupor. He had just been thinking about Hughes. Well, it was Brigadier General Hughes now, but what use was rank to the dead? Either way, his mysterious death plagued Mustang with even more problems. At least the Elrichs were safe, he thought.
" Sir"
Mustang finally turned look at Hawkeye. She did not seem happy to have waited so long for a response.
"Yes," said Mustang, in a flat, dead tone.
"Sir, we have been receiving more reports of more state alchemist deaths"
"Scar" muttered Mustang under his breath.
"Actually Sir, these deaths do not seem to be the work of Scar."
Mustang wheeled around in his chair and snapped "What do you mean?"
"Well sir, they are not deaths caused through deconstruction, which is Scar's signature way of killing."
"How did they die then?"
"According to the reports all of the dead alchemists are more or less in one piece. There is no sign of any wound that could lead to death"
"What do you mean?" growled Mustang.
"The alchemist's hearts seemed to had stopped beating. Other than that they were fine."
"Oh great! Roared Mustang. Just what I need, more mysterious deaths to look into!"
"You do not need to do anything sir. Armstrong is taking care of it. I was merely informing you."
"Well that's a relief."