A/N: If this seems a little IN YOUR FACE! Then that means I'm listening to Eminem's Toy Soldier. So this is chapter eleven. Please enjoy!

Chapter Eleven: The Calm before the Storm

Mustang spun the car around to stop in front of the gates to western command. Kaiya smiled and slid out after him. Together they marched to the gates and through them. At the front doors two guards stood and upon noticing the Furher they clicked their heels to straighten themselves and salute their king. Mustang muttered not a word as he walked past them and into the building. Kaiya rested her shotgun on her shoulder and had a cocked smile on her face as she walked through the big wooden doors. Mustang stopped at the secretarial desk for check in and looked at her out of one eye while keeping the rest of him staring ahead.

"Where?"

She smiled and stood.

"The basement and make sure you flame him really well Colonel Mustang sir. She's been coming in drunk and I feel for her."

"Thank you miss you've been most helpful." His voice never rose above that of a whisper. Kaiya smiled at the woman and followed the Colonel down the corridor. At first his pace was slow, but then began to get faster and faster until her was running so fast the sound of his boots hitting the floor sounded like thunder. Kaiya dropped her gun down to her side and continued to follow him at a pretty even pace. By the time they rounded the next corner to an even lower level than the basement he was frantic. Little clues had been left for Roy to follow. Grant was taunting him.

"Colonel Mustang sir!" Kaiya cried reaching out to him. He slapped a hand out to the nearest wall to catch his breath. Kaiya moved around to the front of him and lifted his chin up to look at her. "Calm down and you'll find her faster Colonel Mustang."

"I have to keep going."

"Yes, of course. That also means you have to keep a level head Colonel."

"I..I know. That's why Hawkeye was my 'secretary'. She was good at keeping me in line."

"All the more reason to make her proud Mustang." He nodded and straitened himself up.

"Let's go kick some ass." He growled starting out at again, but this time at an even pace that wouldn't get all erratic with his emotions.

"Mustang do you see that light?" They'd traveled to the fourth subbasement floor.

"Yea, it's one of the interrogation rooms."

"He's probably got her tied to a chair."

"I doubt it. He's probably got her tied so that she's attached to a pole or something."

"Do you think we should wait for the Furher?"

"Now why would you do that?" A masculine yet feminine voice asked. Kaiya turned at the same time Mustang did.

"Who are you?" She hissed eyeing him and weighing her chances of killing whatever it was. She didn't have a good feeling about it.

"I'm nothing yet something." It replied twitching its hands a little. That's when Kaiya noticed the black gloves and as her eyes traveled up its arms she saw the tube top it wore and then the black mini skirt. The more Kaiya looked the more her vision grew fuzzy until there was only a thin outline of them and she was watching something that was more than unreal. She watched Hughes running down a hallway and then him talking to Mustang…mumbled images that weren't in any order and then she saw something that made her heart stop. Hughes was falling backwards from a gunshot. Tears sprang forth and she gasped as Mustang and the other thing came into better focus.

"That can't…no….how…why?" Hughes was going to die by a gunshot wound one of these days. She looked clearly up at the thing a furrow in her brow.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue soldier?" It asked Mustang.

"Not hardly." He growled. The thing cocked its head to one side.

"Shall we Lust? Gluttony?"

"We shall." A sexy woman in a black dress answered stepping from around a corner. Kaiya's eyes grew wide in surprise.

"You?"

"Yes, now die!" She cried loosing her fingernails and striking at Mustang.