Chapter forty-eight: Aquroya
"So… That bastard sent us all the way to Aquroya… To catch a thief?" Edward's mind flashed back to the time he caught Claire, or Psiren, as she was called.
"Yes. She is very powerful, which is why he booked us all rooms in four different hotels."
"FOUR? You mean you can't stay with me?"
"No, Ed, I get a room with you, Randolph gets a room with Sabra, Yvette gets her own and Kerr gets his own. Okay?"
"Oh, fine. But… I thought Aquroya was sinking. Several feet a year, right?"
"Yes. But they say an alchemist dove to the bottom of the sea and pushed the town all the way back to its original height." Coniniaue read from Mustang's report. Randolph, Sabra, Kerr, Yvette, Edward and herself were on the train of Aquroya already.
"'An alchemist?'" Edward repeated. "Anyone in the military?"
"No. In fact, it is she who is the thief."
"Ah. The perfect thief, besides you, of course. She saves the town, and now she gets to take the town's riches."
"However, this woman is not named Psiren, but…" She flipped through several pages and blinked. "'Mars?'"
"Mars is the Greek god of war." Sabra began. What a mythology geek. "It's also the fourth planet in our solar system from the sun. If you ask me it is a very logical name for a thief."
"Nobody asked you…" Yvette muttered.
"Shut up."
And of course, just as they got off the train, a skimpy woman in red darted by, as did a patrol of police officers. "She's worse than Psiren!" One of them growled.
The woman was wearing a red bra-like shirt and red leather pants with only one leg that went to her ankle. She wore no shoes, which was odd in a thief, and a red, jewel encrusted mask. A tall golden staff hung in her fingers, with a red orb at the top, inside which flashed the 3-D model of some kind of alchemic symbol.
Edward turned and took off after her. "Hey! Wait!"
Coniniaue glared. "YOU'D BETTER NOT LIKE HER, MR. EDWARD ELRIC!" She shouted.
Edward slapped his hands together and made a wall in front of Mars. "End of the line, thief girl!"
"I beg to differ." She smirked, her voice smooth and sexy. She banged the staff against his wall, leaping over the remains as it crumbled instantly.
Edward ran off after her. Deconstruction… He thought. Just like Scar… And her staff…
Mars skid around a corner and Edward skid after her. But when he turned, she was gone. "What…?"
Mars peered at him from two buildings over. "What's this? The military's lapdog…?"
"She disappeared." He muttered. Her eyes became starry. "She's awesome…"
Suddenly a hand flashed before his eyes, a gold band around the ring finger.
"You're married, Edward, to me. Don't forget that!" Coniniaue growled.