In the evening air, two figures stood behind the large Central HQ building. One, a tall slender female, was bent slightly, talking to the other, a small child.

"Alright Wrath, now listen carefully. Thats the window you go through." She pointed to the closest pane. The boy nodded. "Inside are three army officers. One is tall with grey hair, one has red hair, and the third has black hair and glasses, you got that?" Another nod. "Good, our orders were to dispose of them, they're a threat to our plan. Only those three. Can you do that, Wrath?"

The boy nodded, smiling widely. "Sure Mommy!"

An odd look passed the woman's face, but it passed, and she smiled coolly. "Good, Wrath. Now get going."

Wrath laughed, leaping up to the windowsill. The woman nodded once, backing into the shadows of the alley, and was gone.

Wrath peered into the room, his violet eyes passing from the closed door to the rooms occupants. One looked asleep, lounging in a chair closest to the window, and the other two were filing some papers. He smiled, shaking his long hair out of his face. Sloth had told him to go through the window, but he had a better idea.

Concentrating, he pressed his hands on the outer wall, melding himself into it. As he suddenly burst out the other side, he yanked his left hand out of the wall violently, coating his fist in the brick simultaneously, and pounced upon the nearest target - the red-haired one asleep in the chair.

"Breda!"

The man's eyes snapped open the instant before Wrath's fist collided with his face. Bright lights exploded in his eyes as a blinding pain shot through every nerve. He heard shouts, scuffling, and blinked, the side of his face throbbing, and saw Fuery and Falman both trying to stop the child that had attacked hit him again, and trying to stop him hitting them. Wrath growled, his hand flying down to grab the gun from Falman's holster. A bright flash of light, and the gun had melded into his arm. There was a deafening shot, and a bullethole appeared in the ceiling.

In their shock, Falman and Fuery's grip on the boy slacked, and Wrath wrestled himself free. Turning he fired the gun rapidly at the two, whom were forced to dive for cover. With Breda now on his feet the three upended the large table, sheltering behind it as Wrath fired bullets all around.

"What the heck is he?" Breda cried over the sound of bullets. "He melded the gun into his arm!" He looked over at Fuery, whom always seemed to know a little about everything, but the man shrugged.

"I don't know! He's using alchemy, but even so, what he's doing is impossible! You can't just go around transmuting yourself to things!"

"Well he is, so what do we do?"

"Don't ask me!"

"Watch out!" Falman cried suddenly, interrupting their argument. Wrath had transmuted his gun arm into a large blade, and was steadily chopping the wood, hacking the table right in half. The three scuttled away from it, Breda drawing his gun from its holster. The chopping ceased. There was a pause, then suddenly the table went flying right towards them. Breda and Fuery dived to the left, while Falman barely avoided being skewered, leaping the opposite direction. Wrath tapped his arm, returning it to a gun, and raised it, aiming at Falman. He fired once and missed, but barely, and aimed a second time.

Suddenly Fuery leapt out from behind the chair, his own little-used pistol raised and loaded. He fired three times, twice hitting the wall behind Wrath and sprinkling Falman with debris, but the third embedded itself in the child's upper torso. Wrath flew back, hitting the ground and lying motionless. Fuery stood, gun still raised, appalled at what he'd done. He didn't mean to kill the kid...

But as the echo of the gun blast died away, and just when Breda had begun to relax a bit, the boy leapt to his feet once more, the bullet wound completely healed. He raised his arm and fired once. Fuery let out a scream of pain, dropping the gun as he crashed to the floor.

"Fuery!"

Breda leapt out from behind the chair. Wrath grinned, raising his arm to fire upon them once more. Breda's eyes went wide; he grabbed Fuery and yanked the two of them back under cover as bullets rained down upon the floor where they had been. As bullets crashed into the chair, Breda winced, seeing the blood steadily soaking through Fuery's uniform. The bullet had hit his upper left arm, which Fuery's uninjured hand was gripping tightly, his face contorted in pain. "Breda.. get my gun.." He choked out through clenched teeth. "Don't let him get it..."

Breda's head whipped around. The gun was lying where Fuery had dropped it, only a few feet away, but Wrath was still firing bullets wildly around the room. But as he watched, Falman leapt out, holding a large blunt object Breda recognized as one of the table legs. Falman swung it, knocking the child off his feet. Breda raced out, grabbing the gun off the floor and tossing it to Falman.

Wrath jumped to his feet and turned around, only to find himself staring down the barrels of two guns. His eyes went wide for an instant, but then he raised his arm. Falman fired, hitting the wall right above Wrath's head. He froze.

"Who sent you?" Breda demanded. "Why are you trying to kill us?" Wrath whimpered a bit. Breda took a step forward, the gun still pointing directly at the child's head. "Answer me!"

"M- Mommy told me to!" The child exclaimed suddenly. "She said we had to kill all the threats..."

Falman and Breda exchanged confused glances, but suddenly Wrath continued to talk, though it seemed to be more to himself.

"Mommy didn't say it would hurt... she said I could do it myself.. she'll be mad at me when she gets back from the hospital.."

"What?"

The boy's lip trembled as he cowered away from the guns. "No hurt, no hurt... mommy will be mad... we have to kill them all..."

"You mean there's more than just us? Who?"

Wrath's eyes grew, if possible, even wider. "Mr. Colonel man... and mommy went to the hospital..."

"Havoc." Falman said, looking to Breda, who nodded. Suddenly the situation was all the more serious. They looked back to Wrath whom was still muttering to himself. Suddenly the child pressed his hands to the wall, and before they could shoot he had melded through it. There was a clang, and the gun Wrath had transmuted to his arm clattered to the floor, perfectly formed once more.

"What?" Breda ran to the window, looking out just in time to see the child dissappear around the corner. "Shit!" A sudden ripping sound behind him caused him to turn. Falman was kneeling next to Fuery, whom was tieing a ripped piece of cloth around his arm.

"Call Havoc." Fuery said suddenly as he finished tieing the cloth.

"Fuery, you're bleeding too much, we gotta take care of you first."

"Dammit Breda, there's no time! I'm fine for now, call him!"

Breda frowned, biting his lip, but suddenly grabbed the phone. Fuery was right, they didn't have time to waste. He dialed, listening to the sound of ringing on the other end, praying someone - anyone- would pick up.