Greed walked the streets of Germany as he pondered what to do about Ed and his act of interfering with his plans to make sure that Hohenheim's plans for a rocket did not come true, but he couldn't do with Ed poking around at the blue prints and trying to get Alphonse's hopes up about the rocket becoming a success. His thoughts seemed to be swarming in his head like a hive of angry bees and his temper was helping to settle the decision he had to make about what to do about Ed. Every corner of the city seemed to be a buzz, but the streets were nearly deserted due to the unending fear that lingered among the Jews of the city in fear of being caught out after dark.

"Edward has messed my plans for the last time and now he shall pay, but how do I get rid of him and my employer without alerting him or without making Ed suspicious and finding out," Greed thought as he stopped on the street and stared up at the night sky.

Ed had found himself researching more and more about rocket engineering and the inner workings of rockets, but now and then again sneaking in a little research on alchemy that may be of help to him to get home, if the rocket idea fell through the cracks. Alphonse had watched him from a far and was worried that Ed was spending all his time reading on rockets and alchemy and was gathering little to no sleep; there had been many times when he had found Ed asleep on top of the books.

"Ed, you've got to get some sleep or you'll never get home back to your brother and your friends," Alphonse had said one night as he help Ed off the books and onto a bed that he had put in the room with as much time as Ed was spending in the room.

"Alphonse, I promise you, we will bring mom back and I will get your body back," Ed had mumbled in his sleep one night when Alphonse had found him.

Alphonse didn't understand what Ed meant and he disregarded as a consequence of many sleepless nights at the desk, but what Ed had said about getting his body back scared him and he knew that he had to talk to Hohenheim to find out more about Ed and Alphonse Elric.

"Professor, I was putting Edward to bed after I found him among books on rockets and from the looks of this other book…alchemy? While I was putting him to bed he started mumbling to me that "we" will get mom back and I will "restore your body?" What did he mean about that?" Alphonse asked as he placed the alchemy book on the tabled where Hohenheim sat looking over some papers.

Hohenheim picked up the book of alchemy and looked it over cover to cover and as he brushed a hand over the book, tears started to well in his eyes as memories of his first time when he started tampering with alchemy. Alphonse couldn't believe what he was seeing, but as time rolled on Hohenheim looked up into the eyes of his expectant student and answered the unending question that was plaguing Alphonse.

"Edward and his brother Alphonse lost their mother when Ed was about 10 and Alphonse was 9, I wasn't around for them since I had found myself mysteriously here on the other side of the Gate that brought Edward here, their mother had fallen ill and they never left her side. She slowly passed away in front of their eyes and one day she finally did, the boys were heartbroken with no real family to lean on; the boys turned to a teacher in alchemy and when they thought they had learned all about alchemy to bring their mother back, they were unable to do it.'

"In the process of their failure, Edward lost his left leg and Alphonse lost his body, but Edward managed to seal his brother's soul to a body of armor and Edward lost his right arm in the process of the soul transmutation. That is why Ed said those things because all he ever wanted to do was gaining his self back and to give his brother back his body; something I have had a hard time facing and dealing with since Edward arrived," Hohenheim said through his tears as he left the room along with a stunned Alphonse.

"Ed, why did you do it and what are you doing with this alchemy book?" Alphonse thought silently as he sat at the table in the darkened room with only a candle to light the room.

Greed had finished walking the streets as he walked down a darkened alleyway as he watched to see whether someone was watching his every move as he made his way towards a dark door that was a disguise for something deeper.

"Who is it and what do you want?" asked the gruff voice a guard behind the door.

"It's me you idiotic gorilla, what more proof do you want to prove it's me you moron!" Greed said as he kicked in the door and knocked the guard on the floor.

"Mr. Greed! I didn't realize it was you," said the guard as picked himself off the floor and replaced the door back onto its hinges.

"Who were you expecting, Santa Claus?" Greed asked as he made his way to the back of the noisy billiards room where Secret Police officers of Hitler's army stood playing pool and poker and singing songs of glory about their leader.

The noise was stopped the moment Greed had knocked the door in fear of someone finding their hideaway and ratting them out, but no one would dare come here in fear of being turned in and being found out. Things went back to normal the moment Greed walked back in the room, but a sense of unnerving fear still lied within the loud billiards room; many had seen the awesome power that Greed possessed to be able to lay a man flat on his back with one good push of his right hand.

"Where is the "boss"'?" Greed shouted to the guard as he pushed his way through the crowd of men.

"He's in the backroom where he always is probably playing poker with Gustaf and Gustaf is probably losing again, as usual," the guard shouted over the noise, but before Greed could hear him, he had started to make his way towards the back room where he would find Lyle Wolfvein, one the most powerful members of Adolf Hitler's Secret Police and was feared among all officers.

"Colonel Mustang has been gone along time Grandma; I wonder what's keeping him?" Winry asked Pinako as she put the dishes from the night's meal away with a sharp tone to the question.

"He's probably thinking about things, you know those Military types, they are always looking to find things out and keep ahead of the situation at hand," Pinako said as she wiped down the kitchen table.

"I can't believe he would try and redeem himself by telling me that my mother and father were killed by his hands!"

"That's enough Winry, you don't know the circumstances surrounding the situation at hand and you know why they are called 'dogs of the military'?"

"Why Grandma, I'm sure going to tell me anyway because you always have a way of getting your point across and telling everyone what you want to say!" Winry shouted as she turned with anger in her eyes as she stared at her grandmother that stood at the end of the table and stared her granddaughter down and motioned for her to sit down.

"You may not understand the workings of the Military, but the reason most people call Military officers is the fact that like dogs they are meant to follow commands, "sit", "speak" or "roll over", but in the fact of the officers that are to follow all commands given to them and not question why they are doing them, THAT is why your mother and father are dead!" Pinako said as she slammed her fist on the table.

Mustang sat unaware to what was going on inside the Rockbell house as he sat under the shady tree that overlooked the grave of Trisha Elric and as the sunset seemed to cast a shadow upon the grave, it reminded him of Hughes' grave that still stood in Central Cemetery. The stone marvel brought back memories of Hughes and the many calls from Central to East Command that had been between Hughes and Mustang that had ended in Roy either angrily threatening to send a stream of flames through the phone lines or hurting Hughes the next time he saw him.

These calls were ended by Mustang slamming the phone on the receiver and Lt. Hawkeye telling him, "Don't take it out on the phone sir." Even the mere thought of Lt. Hawkeye brought back the ache of wanting to see her again and it hurt him as he brush his hand across his left eye, the pain seemed to be there as the memory of how he lost it seemed to flood back to him. The pain rushed back like the walls of a dam breaking open and a flood of water was about to rush up on the town below; Mustang found himself on his knees in seconds as he tried to control the pain throbbing through his eye, but it was so fierce that he found himself stumbling back to the Rockbell's about midnight.

"Help me, I need help out here!" Mustang tried to scream out, but the pain was too much as he found himself on the porch in front of the Rockbell's door and with his last amount of strength he knocked on the door and collapsed.

Ed awoke the next morning and started back into his studies on alchemy and rocketry, but as he started reading through one book and prepared to get back onto another book, Alphonse walked in to talk to Ed, but it wasn't about breakfast.

"Ed, what are you doing?" Alphonse asked as he peeked over Ed's shoulders to see what he was reading and the notes that Ed was making whenever he came to a point in a book that had something interesting that could be helpful to getting home.

"I'm just looking for what we need for the rocket," Ed answered without lifting his eyes off the page he was reading.

"Last night, you mumbled something as I put you onto your cot about, "I'll get your body back" what did you mean about that?"

"You remind me so much of Al, quizzical about things and was always a year younger than I was, but I don't really know. I just want to get back to him more than ever and I hope to do that through the working of alchemy."
Ed and Alphonse shared Ed's notes as they looked over the rocket parts and how would they get the parts with sparse places to find the items needed for the plan to work, but in the midst of the conversations, the question about fuel became a problem, but Ed was determined to solve the fuel problem.

"We can scrounge for the scraps of metal for the rocket and everything else we can find around the house, with your father's permission, but there is one problem," Alphonse said as they went over the blueprints.

"That won't be problem with my abilities in alchemy and luckily I don't a transmutation circle to perform the task," Ed said as he clapped his hands and placed them on the floor.

Unfortunately, when Ed tried to transmutate an object to prove the workings of alchemy, but over and over he tried with clapping his hands and placing them on the floor, but each time ended in failure.

"What is happening to me; I should be able to transmutate anything with alchemy, but now I can't. What's happening to me?" Ed said as he slammed the floor with his fist which put a dent in the floor from his metal hand.

"Ed, I don't know anything about the workings of your form of science, but I think here in our time the workings of what you call alchemy seem to be nonexistent," Alphonse said as he leaned near to comfort the hurting alchemist, "In this world, your form of science and magic are nonexistent. The scientific method and chemicals is the key to the way things work here."

Pinako Rockbell awoke early the next morning and set the table for the morning's breakfast, but she sensed something was wrong when she noticed Den scratching at the front door and whining about what outside.

"What is boy?" Pinako asked as she made her way to the door and when she opened the door she found the fainted body of Colonel Mustang on the porch.

"Oh my, Colonel Mustang I need to get you inside now and do something about what has happened to you!" Pinako said as she pulled Mustang in with Den trying to help her bring the fainted Colonel inside and onto the couch where he lay motionless and shaking in pain.

Pinako watched over him, but when she heard Winry coming down the stairs she decided to head back to her room before Winry noticed her downstairs, but as she was making her way back to her room, Winry was coming down and found Colonel Mustang lying on the couch sleeping through his pain. As Winry stirred around in the kitchen she heard the sounds of Colonel Mustang stirring on the couch.

"What happened to you last night?" Winry asked as she sat at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee as she watched him walking towards the table.

"I really don't know, but I am planning on returning to East Command soon, but I don't know when I will be back. Would you like to accompany me back?" Mustang said as he looked across the table at the quizzical teen.

"I would be glad to accompany you to the train station, but back East----"
"She would be glad to accompany back to wherever you are heading back to Colonel Mustang," Pinako said as she made her entrance.

"Grandma! How long have you been listening?" Winry said as she slammed her hands on the table.

"As long as you have been awake to overhear your conversation," Pinako answered as she made her way to the kitchen window as she waited to see how the situation would play out.

"Grandma, why should I? I would probably be in the way of whatever he's involved in with Al."
"The two of you could get to know each other better due to the fact that you are both worried about Alphonse."

"But---"
"I would like that, but I would like a tour of the city on the way," Mustang said as he left the table and soon returned with his belongings, "Would you mind, Winry?"

"Sure," Winry said under breath.

After Mustang and Winry had their things for the long trip back to East command they toured the small town of Risembool on their way towards the train station, but Winry kept her feelings to herself and didn't talk about Ed or Al or why Mustang was here to seek out Al and what Al was doing with Military again.

"All aboard!" shouted the train conductor as the passengers boarded the train and Winry and Mustang took their seats to head back East.

Greed walked toward the towering oak door where he would find Lyle Wolfvein who was said to be the head of the secret sect of Secret Police officers that made this pub their home and their hideaway from everything that the outside world was.

"Your move Gustaf," said the gruff voice of Lyle Wolfvein.

"I'm sure I will win this time my friend and you will have to admit defeat to me and I will win back the winnings that should have been mine last time!" Gustaf Hiedrich said as he laid his hand of a Full House on the table and prepared to reach for the winnings.

"I hate to burst your bubble my fatty friend, but you have messed with me for the last time you mild contempt bastard!" Wolfvein said as he laid his hand down that was a Royal Flush and as Gustaf prepared to leave from being hurt by his "friend".

Wolfvein pulled out a gun and was pointing towards Gustaf as he looked for a good spot to punish him.

"Please don't do this!" Gustaf said, but his screams could not be heard as Lyle Wolfvein shot of his caliber pistol into Gustaf's right hand.

"I hate begging moron's they should die like the worthless dogs they are!" Lyle said as he shot Gustaf in the hand.

"Sie idiot, sie schossen meine hand!" You idiot, you shot my hand!" Gustaf said as he held his hand, but he was escorted from the room as Greed came into the room.

"Greed, my comrade, come, come! What news do you have for us tonight?" Lyle said as he kicked a man out of a chair.

"I have news about my employer's son and his little friend; they are planning an attack against Adolf Hitler!" Greed said as he leaned over the poker table which in turn was turned over by Lyle as he rampaged about the room like an angered animal as he threw his men around the room.

The rest of the conversation was spent on the description of the weapon and way the "enemies" were going to try and hurt their leader, but as the night dragged on, a plan was hatched on how to get rid of Ed, Alphonse and Hohenheim. The conversation was ended with the clinking of wine glasses and cheers all around.
"So we are all in agreement, you will seek us out the night that the young alchemist slips up?" Lyle Wolfvein asked as a sly fox like grin spread from ear to ear on his face.

"Yes, but it will take time to catch the alchemist and to prove what I said about their plans so you must be patient and when the time is right, we shall be victorious!" Greed said as all the men in the room clinked glasses, "So long Fullmetal Alchemist."

The suspense and the drama of this chapter has to be crazy for all the readers and for those that are still existent out there that are reading my fan fiction, I only hope, sorry that it has taken so long, but for some reason the site had a bug and my chapter got lost and I deleted it off my computer's hard drive and I had to rewrite the chapter and I'm glad it happened! Enjoy you guys and as a disclaimer, I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the main characters, but the characters Lyle Wolfvein and Gustaf Hiedrich are mine!