#15 The scent of blood
It filled his nostrils; the whole damn building seemed to be filled with it. He looked around in a frenzy; the guns had quit firing almost three minutes ago. If I don't find her soon and she's hurt, she won't live. He thought as he entered another room where the stench became worse; on the floor on top of a man dressed in a black coat laid the familiar form of his lieutenant. He rushed over to her and turned her over gathering her up in his arms and practically running out of the building. Almost all the hostages had been killed in the robbery and Riza had been sent in to try and negotiate; she wouldn't let Roy anywhere near the building when she offered to go in. Now she barely clung to life as he hurried her to a waiting ambulance. He set her down on the gurney and she was wheeled off into one of the vehicles to the hospital. Mustang helped with the remaining survivors and then drove to the hospital at an alarming speed. He was greeted by the solemn faces of his team when he arrived an hour after she had been rushed away. "They did all they could Roy; she's gone." Havoc said, resting his hand on Fuery's shoulder as the man covered his face with his hands. Roy's face fell instantly as the doctor came out of the emergency room with her torn uniform and the other half of her dog tag. "I suppose you'll know who to send these to…" She said, handing him the articles. Roy stood astonished and distraught, his team gathering around to look at the blood stained uniform and the bent dog tag. "They don't need to be sent anywhere; they're right where they belong." He said, wiping the blood off the tag and uncovering the name 'Riza Ramona Mustang.'