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Hikaru Tsukiyono: Thank you for the info on Mary Sues. I did not know the criteria for a Mary Sue and I am afraid to inform you that Amie is indeed a Mary Sue now that I look at it. Terribly sorry. Regarding on how she got into the military at such a young age. There is a very good reason which will be found out in later chapters. As for her relationship with the Fuhrer. I hope this chapter explains that a bit. I know this story can get confusing at times but please bare with me.

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Ed saw Amie walk into the room and take her cloak off.

It was then he saw the familiar glint of automail on her left arm where flesh and blood should have been.

Now

"What happened?" Roy asked as Pinako measured Amie's automail.

"I will tell you both later." Amie shot them a glance that told them not to push the conversation further.

"All this military mumbo jumbo makes my head spin," Grumbled Pinako as she removed Amie's automail.

"That makes two of us," Amie muttered under her breath.

Roy saw Amie remove some sort of bracelet from her automail arm before Pinako took it into the other room. She put it into one of the pockets in her cloak that was lying over the couch.

"ALL RIGHT!" Winry shouted with glee. "There are three state alchemist in my house and one of you is going to let me take apart your pocket watch!"

Ed slowly started to back out of the room with Roy not far behind.

"PLEASE! I'll put right back together again. I promise."

Amie sighed before reaching into her pocket and handing Winry her watch. "I expect it back in one piece."

Winry's face lit up with joy. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you." She said as she rushed off towards the workshop.

Ed looked at Amie with shock and horror. "You do realize that there is a chance you will never see your watch in one piece again?"

Amie chuckled. "Yes Ed, but as long as she doesn't lose any pieces I should be able to put it back together should anything happen."

"You better hope she doesn't lose anything then. As it is she's going to be in there drooling over it for hours."

"Which gives us plenty of time for you to tell us how you lost your arm." Roy sent a smirk Amie's way.

Amie smirked right back at him. She was never one to be blunt but their reaction would be worth it. "Apparently the Guardian of the Gate thought my arm was an equivalent exchange for what I had asked for." She said emotionlessly.

That got the desired effect. They both looked like fish out of water.

"You did human transmutation?" Ed asked quietly.

"Yes I suppose you could call it that, but it was more of a negotiation."

"I did not think it was possible to negotiate such things," Roy gave her a skeptical look.

"Apparently he took a liking to me." He being the Guardian of the Gate (A/N. Is there really such a thing? Hmm. If there isn't there is one in my story. Sorry is that makes anyone mad.)

"You seem to be on the good side of a lot of people." Roy pointed out.

"If you are referring to the Fuhrer, my parents were high up in rank and used to work for him. When they died and he found out what I was capable of alchemy wise he took a liking to me and made sure I would be able to find a place within the military."

"What are you capable of doing alchemy wise?" Ed asked. "I mean you did a successful human transmutation."

"It was not as successful as I hoped it would be. I did not get everything I wanted but I got enough."

"And what exactly did you want?" Ed asked.

"My friend was in trouble and I did what I could to help." She gave them both a curt nod before grabbing her cloak and heading out the door.

Roy watched her sweep out of the room. Once again shocked by what she said. She did a successful human transmutation. Why and for whom he doubted she would tell them anytime soon. A smirk crossed his face as he realized the question she had expertly avoided.

What was she capable of doing alchemy wise?

Thank you everyone and have a good April vacation for all those who are on it. Please R&R.
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