A/N: Lets forget about the movie, k? And I thought i missed some people so...
General: Hakuro, Grumman, Raven
Lieutenant General: Mustang
Brigadier General: Armstrong
Colonel: Hawkeye
Lieutenant Colonel : Ed (Mustang decided he was too young)
Major: Havoc, Breda
1st lieutenant: Fury
2st lieutenant: Farman
1:00 a.m.
Mountain borders , Drachma Military outpost.
A bulk man scratched his finely polished head with a gloved hand, his golden mustache twitching. A stake out was not to be taken oh-so-lightly with his excellent partner, especially after midnight. They both have to be cautious, being only a few hundred paces away from the camp, and inches close to the mines, Armstrong made sure Hawkeye was in control of the situation. Indeed she was, Armstrong obviously was not the person for this job, being the bulky and loud character. But He would prove to be of use, incase they both get spotted because of his abnormally large physique. He frowned at the thought, and proceeded to question his comrade.
"Ahh...Lieutenant Colonel-" She heard him shift.
"Shhh.." She shifted too, after whispering the word "...sir". It wasn't the most comfortable spot she chose if one were to huddle on the forest floor for hours, but it had the perfect view of the outpost. It ws an easy spot to observe the type of defense the camp had, and the time interval for patrols lag around along the fences, and thank God they had no dogs with them, "Idiots..." She thought. But then again, Amestris had no outposts, just a bit of...border patrols.. "yeah! that's right! Nothing to worry about, Riza!" The voice in her head spoke. "When they launch a huge offensive attack because they spotted the both of you hiding under the bushes!"
Ridiculous!
"Now shut up."
She sighed, scanning once more the the settlement for weakspots. Two posts with a single rail gun each, and spotlights she might add, not flashlights. She knew those guns possess a huge caliber, a single bolting bullet could tear their limbs apart...ouch.
Maybe the dogs were unnecessary after all.
She patted Armstrong's head, who was surprisingly asleep. "Alright, I'm done, lets's move out, sir"
Armstrong bolted up, and smiled, while his ever so present stars snapped back into place. He wuickly manuevered himself to stand up, but quickly froze as he was greeted by a dreadful sound from behind.
A growl.
She too, froze , from the moment she heard the sound, her instincs told her not to tolerate the mutt. It was trained, highly, unlike her black hayate, watchdogs smell their way to enemies through blood.
They let these friggin' beasts free at night?
The dog advanced, paw after paw, eyes glazed and saliva bubble over it's teeth. The pair stood still, immobilized, as the situation at stake grew worse.
The creature threw his head back, and howled for a few good seconds. Riza quickly whipped out her silenced side arm, and Armstrong tackled the beast, clamping its nozzle and crushing its jaw. The dog yelped, but it was too late, the lights already spotted their position, and voices could be hear, as well as vivous barks.
They both dove behind the saftey of an elderly tree, enveloped in darkness, which helped a lot as the bullets lapped pass them.
"Sir, let's split!" She hollered, as the bullets marred the oak, causing splinters to fly.
"No!" He yelled back. "Even if the situation goes worse, we are to stick together! We have no back-up!"
"Any other brilliant plans, sir?" She shot back, impassivley, though there was a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
"GRENADE!" A sentry yelled to his comrades.
They both ducked and covered their heads quickly as the simple device blew, thankfully, they were out of range. A few paces away, she thought she heared something yelp in pain. She smirked, "You deserved it, you evil mutt."
"I thought we wouldn't have problems infiltrating the base, Hawkeye, So I didn't make one..."
"I thought so too, sir, these dogs might have been a new tactic of theirs." She frowned as the voices became more audible and less distant.
"Those items are very important to Amestris, if-"
"I know, Sir"
"Then there's always one last thing for situations like ths." He stroked his mustache before removing his shirt in a fluid motion and armed himself with the demon fists that pairs his honed alchemic skills.
"I know that as well," She replied, while removing the sling automatic from her shoulder.
"Let's Blitzkrieg this place." She spoke in monotone despite the whizzing bullets passed them.
Armstrong whipped from around the battered tree to face a couple of patrols, with faces that seemed to give out a sort an "oh" expression and posed, exposing the "perfection" of his muscles.
"I, Alex Louis Armstrong, shall die gladly for the benefit of Amestris!" 'Twinkle'
"Ahh..same here." She noted, and they turned to her, still stunned.
She aimed her gun before finishing the whole unit in one swipe, and at the same time, a clink could be heared.A grenade, carlessly fell from the soldier's grasp on to the floor, and blew sending shrapnels flying into every direction. Luckily, Armstrong's reflexes were as good as hawkeye's eyes, and hastily transmuted a wall with a sing fist to the floor.
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The door to Mustang's office swung open, and the Liutenant General himself strode in with a flustered face.
"Not there! She's not there!" Roy yelled, and slammed his fists on a nearby coffee table.
Havoc sighed.
Farman sighed.
Breda sighed.
"How long has it been?" Fury spoke up, and mustang lifted his head to face him.
"Just hours, maybe..."
The others gave out a weird face.
"But that was yesterday!" Mustang yelled once again.
"He's gonna snap, I just know it." Havoc muttered, while Roy began rambling like a maniac that his Lieutenant Colonel never leaves without letting him know first.