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Chapter 5: Requested
"So, Vincent, I hope you are satisfied with our arrangement."
"I'll admit, it's an impressive offer, Colonel. But I can't help but think..."
"What?"
"...That you have your own reasons for wanting me to join the military."
"How do you mean?" Mustang replied. For a second it looked as though he was a bit scared by this accusation.
"I know you have some kind of alterior motive. Anyway, I'll be going now, Colonel." Vincent stood up to leave when the door opened, and in walked Falman.
"I am sorry to interupt, Sir, but there's someone here to see you."
The Furher King Bradley.
"Good afternoon, Colonel Mustang. I heard that you were interviewing a very interesting young man for the State Alchemy Exam."
"Yes, sir. I have previously seen him perform some impressive Alchemy." Mustang said, as Vincent gave him a look of disbelief. He had never done Alcehmy in front of Mustang, at least as far as he could remember.
"I know, Mustang. That is why I am here. I just want to speed up the process a little. I want an example of his Alchemy right here, right now."
"Uh...Uh... of course, sir. I just needed a minute to speak with him, sir." Mustang ran over to Vincent and forcefully followed him out of the door.
"Okay, Okay stay calm. You thrive under pressure, Mustang, don't forget that." Mustang was speaking to himself while Vincent stared at him, thinking he had lost his mind.
"Alright Vincent, I know you can use Alchemy, now you have to show him."
"I told you before, Mustang, I don't know how to use Alchemy."
"I saw you use it! Whatever, it doesn't matter, just clap your hands like Edward Elric does when he transmutes, and thinks of an object to transmute."
"Fine, whatever just bring the Furher out here and I'll try to do something," Vincent said in a dull tone of voice. He walked to the end of the hall as Mustang walked in to take the Furher back out.
"Sir, I hope you are satisfied by this demonstration. Vincent, when your ready, proceed." Mustang said. You could here his worry in his voice, as he was hoping Vincent would pull off something incredible.
"Alright, stand back, sir."
CLAP
All of a sudden, Vincent was surrounded bya bright crimson light, followed by a series of metallic spikes bursting forth from the ground in a spiral form. They continued to spin down the hall until they stopped right in front of the Fuhrer's face.
"Ta-da!" Vincent said in a state of disbelief.
What is he thinking! I told himto do soemthing amazing! Spikes from the floor, walls, and ceiling is not enough to become a State Alchemist! Mustang thought to himself. Mustang decided to attempt to salvage the rest of the meeting through apology.
"Fuhrer, I am sorry. This is definitley not up to par with the other State Alchemists..."
"Oh no Mustang, I believe he did a fine job. Vincent, it was a pleasure meeting you. You can pick up your watch from my office tomorrow. You're dismissed."
"Th...Thank you, sir" Vincent stuttered. He didn't say anything, but when he made those spikes with Alchemy, his mind went right back to that day when he made that Philosopher's Stone. He felt the same feelings of coldness and lonliness fill his body as he created spikes that almost killed the country's leader. He turned and walked down the hallway and through a door, and disappeared.
"Fuhrer, not to question your judgement or anything, but why would you make him a State Alchemist? Anyone can make spikes out of the ground." Mustang asked, puzzled at what was so impressive.
"That may be so, Colonel Mustang, but there aren't many Alchemists that can make create matter out of thin air."
"What! What do mean, sir?" Mustang was shocked. As an Alchemist, he knew that was impossible.
"Look at these spikes, Mustang. Each of them are made from a different metal, but I can tell you that none of them were used in the construction of this building." The Furher said this with a blank look on his face. "I want him placed under my jurisdiction, Mustang. He was an excellent find, and you will receive credit for it, but I want him to be placed directly under me."
"Of course, sir, I will make sure of it."