Just as she took in a breath of air to start the long tale, a group of men burst in through the door with Fury scrabbling in behind them.
"I'm sorry, Colonel Mustang. They pushed past me and-" He tried to explain.
Roy held up his hand to hush Fury's babbling. He looked to the men. One ho was a higher ranking official had a nasty grin on his face. He wasn't looking at Roy. He was looking at Hawkeye. Roy turned to Hawkeye.
Riza had a horrified look in her face. Seeing that loathsome man again was enough to cause Hawkeye to the most scared she had ever been in her life.
That man then had the nerve to begin laughing at Hawkeye.
That fear then turned to anger and pure rage. She snarled then clinched her fist tightly.
"Hawkeye, who is this man?" Roy asked.
Hawkeye ignored Mustang as her rage grew. Her claws grew and pierced her palms as they began to bleed over her fingers. Her breathing increased.
"Hawkeye…" Roy tried to get her attention again.
Hawkeye yelled and leapt at the man in a blind fury. He chuckled and easily dodged the strike. Hawkeye's strong fist hit the wood floor hard and broke through. She leapt again and he moved to the side. She put a hole through the wall.
"You still have that fighting spirit. I knew you would." The man said slyly to feed Hawkeye's rage.
"Hawkeye!" Roy said.
She leapt again. Hawkeye succeeded in catching the officer off guard and clutching his neck tightly. She smiled a wicked fanged grin as she raised her clawed hand to kill him.
"Hawkeye, no!" Roy said. He snapped his gloved hands and a burst of flame appeared between Hawkeye and the pinned officer.
The flame surprised Hawkeye and she jumped back and off the man. She still kept her eyes trained on the officer.
The man laughed as his companions picked him up off the floor. "Good shot. It's not often you get me like that. Unfortunately, Riza, we're going to have to take you back." He motioned to the following soldiers. Riza knew they were reaching for their holsters.
"I'm not going back…" She said backing up. "I'm not going back there!" Riza turned and leapt out the window. She landed on her hands and feet only to be met by another group of soldiers pointing weapons at her.
She grinned. "I've picked up a new weapon too." She grabbed her own pistol. Hawkeye, in her trained expertise, began shooting the poised soldiers in non lethal spots. The least thing she needed was another life on her hands.
The soldiers began to fire, missing her. They began to charge with their bayonets. She began fighting with her hands. Hawkeye began landing numerous hits on the soldiers knocking them down and out.
Then something stung in her shoulder. The soldiers stopped coming and they began backing off.
"What the…" She grabbed what hit her. It was a dart, most likely filled with a tranquilizer. "Damn…" It also had begun to work. Her muscles weakened. Her hand dropped the pistol. Hawkeye's legs gave out from under her and she dropped to her knees.
That sinister man began walking towards her as her vision blurred. Then she dropped to her side as she blacked out.
"Good." The officer said. "Begin loading her up, but first let me check something." He lifted up the shirt, careless of respect or privacy.
There Roy saw a piece the tattoo covering Hawkeye's entire back. He had never known that Hawkeye had a tattoo in the first place.
The soldiers began to put Hawkeye's unconscious body on the stretcher. Also a crowd had begun to form around the scene.
"Wait, what is going on here? Who are you?" Roy asked the officer who seemed to be in charge of the whole thing.
"Ah, yes, I do suppose I need to introduce myself to you. I'm Officer Adolf. I am in charge of this little operation." He said.
"But what is all of this? What is going on with Hawkeye?" Roy asked.
"I suppose she never did tell you. She wouldn't. She never talked to anyone." Adolf pondered. "Anyways, I would rather not tell you here in public. Here, you can meet us here and I can tell you the whole story." He said handing Roy a little piece of paper.
A large black van pulled up and they loaded Hawkeye in. "I will be expecting you, Colonel." He said getting in the van.
"I will be there soon." He said tucking the paper in an inside coat pocket, and he watched the van drive away.
A/N: Yesh I got hit in the head with the idea stick over the Thanksgiving holidays. Also, Adolf is NOT NAMED AFTER HITLER! It was just a name that occurred to me and I am kinda at a loss for names right now. So anyways enjoy!