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"An ice alchemist, huh? That's rare"
"I'll say. She was pretty good by the looks of it"
"What makes you say that"
"She's got transmutation circles tattooed on her arms."
The girl opened her red eyes. The two men that were talking stopped and turned to her. One of the men wore glasses and said, "Glad to see you're up. I'm Lieutenant Colonel Maes Hughes. This is Colonel Roy Mustang." The girl sat up slowly.
"Where am I?"
Hughes replied, "Military hospital." The girl's head was spinning. Mustang asked, "Who are you?" The girl looked at him carefully. She recognized him. She said slowly, "Trey." Mustang rubbed his chin. Hughes shrugged. Trey looked around.
"Where's Min?"
Hughes gave her a strange look. Trey was racking her brain.
"Where is he? Where's the rest of them?"
Mustang realized it first. Mustang pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. He unfolded it and cleared his throat awkwardly.
"The only person that had recovered was Michelle. I'm sorry."
A mental picture. Trey said nothing. Click. Trey looked down at her arm. Or what used to be. It was all metal. She moved her fingers. Click. She moved her arm. Click. It sounded like a loaded gun.
"What is this?"
Mustang replied, "You needed an arm or else you would've drained all of your blood and died. No need to thank us." Trey flexed her fingers. She said nothing. Mustang and Hughes went to the door. Mustang said, "You need rest. We'll back in a couple of hours." They left. Trey shook her head. She walked over to the window and peered out.
"Lieutenant Hawkeye, can you check for Trey, the Ice Alchemist"
"Yes, Colonel."
She pulled out a file from the cabinet drawer. She handed it to Mustang with a very strange look on her face, which is rare. She was almost always emotionally unreadable. Mustang opened the file. He chuckled and said, "Now that's very interesting." Hughes asked, "I'm afraid to ask, but what's so interesting?" Mustang handed the file back to Hawkeye.
"Trey is an actual national alchemist."
Hughes lunged for the file and scanned it quickly. He read out loud, "Trey Lee, national alchemist. Type: Ice Alchemist. Rank: Second Lieutenant." Hughes then looked at Mustang in surprise.
"Second Lieutenant? I thought they started off as majors."
Mustang nodded with a plain look on his face. Hughes was still pretty surprised.
"I wonder why Second Lieutenant. Damn."
He handed the file back to Mustang. He put his hands on his hips and shook his head. He muttered, "Second Lieutenant, huh? Isn't that something?" Hawkeye was not a woman of patience. She said firmly, "She's a second Lieutenant, can we please move on?" Mustang laughed. A few hours later, Hughes went over to the room and opened it slowly. He was surprised to see her. Trey was full of surprises. She was sitting on the bed staring out the window.
"You awake?"
Trey looked enraged. She replied coldly, "Let me leave." Hughes shook his head. He replied absentmindedly, "Colonel Mustang wants to see you in his office." Trey yelled at him, "Let me leave before I kill you and your damn military!" Hughes retreated quickly as he held up his hands. He said cautiously, "Look, kid, we're not trying to hurt you or anything. The Colonel just wants some things cleared, that's all." Trey said nothing as she followed him silently, angrily. Mustang was already behind his desk, and Hawkeye behind him.
"Please, sit."
Trey obeyed silently.
"We need to understand what exactly happened"
"You should know, Colonel."
Mustang was surprised at such a cold tone. He said slowly, "It's a report, you understand. Just tell me what in hell happened last night." Trey folded her arms across her chest as she explained bitterly, "It was a night raid mission they assigned to my brother a year ago. They told him to infiltrate the Ishbalan camp for any dangerous activity or weapons that they've been supposedly smuggling." She paused then continued with a hard glare, "After he went missing, they drafted me on a retrieval unit. I rescued my brother too, but then your men attacked us. Called us traitors to the military. They claimed we were helping the Ishbalans escape. Stupid, really-" Mustang held up a hand of confusion.
"Hold on a minute. Clarify exactly who is 'we"
"Me and my brother"
"Who are you and your brother?"
Trey looked annoyed for a minute. She replied matter-of-factly, "Me, Second Lieutenant Trey and my brother First Lieutenant Min." Mustang called out, "Lieutenant Hawkeye?" She replied curtly, "Yes, sir." She turned around and opened up a file cabinet filled with files. She selected on towards the middle and handed it over gracefully to Mustang. Trey's eyes narrowed when she saw Mustang's ignition gloves with the alchemy circle inprinted onto it.
"Flame Alchemist"
"Yes"
"You killed my people."
Mustang looked startled. Trey showed no move of motion, but the air around them suddenly grew quiet and dangerous. Mustang pulled out the file and replied, "I've done nothing of that sort." Trey scoffed. She growled, "Can you not see these red eyes? This brown hair?" She shook her head impatiently.
"First Lieutenant Min Jeon. Ordered to infiltrate Ishbalan reservation A-4. Suspected weapons and illegal activity involving rebellious plots. Missing in action for one year and counting."
Mustang pulled out the file underneath and read clearly, "Second Lieutenant Trey Lee. Ordered to accompany First Lieutenant Min Jeon to infiltrate Ishbalan reservation A-4 and other missions. Missing in action for one year and counting." Mustang looked up as he tossed both files onto his desk. Mustang said calmly, "Missing in action for over a year, and here you are." He crossed his own arms and said, "Promoted to Major for the fine work you have accomplished." Trey smirked as she said, "Please. I'm done with this. They sent me to the front line and had my own men try to kill me. I'm missing in action; let's just keep it that way."
"You're back now."
His hand was back on his desk, folded with the other to form a standing triangle.
"Is that an invitation?"
Mustang nodded.
"Forget it."
Mustang cocked his head strangely. He said, "You're one of the national alchemists, and you just want to quit? I'd strongly suggest you'd reconsider." Trey looked down. Before she could say a word, someone bursted in through the door. Mustang stood up.
"Full Metal, as you can see, I'm quite busy at the moment."
The boy rushed in. He stopped when he saw Trey. Mustang groaned at the interruption. Mustang pointed at the boy and said, "This little boy-" The boy yelled, "Who are you calling so small you can squish like an ant?" Mustang closed his eyes and continued, "This is Edward Elric, the Full Metal Alchemist." Mustang then pointed at Trey and said, "This is Trey Lee, the Ice Alchemist."
"Look, I need to tell you about the philosopher's-"
Mustang dragged Edward out and closed the door. Mustang turned and faced Trey's back.
"So, what's your decision?"
Trey stood up. She hid her a hand behind her back. She wasn't looking at anyone, much less making eye contact. Hawkeye unbuckled her holster, ready to pull out her .45 handgun.
"It's not worth it. Besides... I've got better things to do."
Trey whipped out both hands in a startling feat of performing alchemy on Mustang himself. Mustang didn't move, as Hawkeye's gun was pulled out. Trey came face to face with the gun only a foot away. She showed no fear. No pain. Her face was emotionally unreadable; her lips twisted into a line.
"Go ahead, Lieutenant. Shoot me."
That remark left Hawkeye speechless. Most of her formers generally obeyed her evey command at the sight of her gun. Hawkeye covered her bewilderness and said simply, "Put your hands down." Mustang replied, "I could have the military on you for trying to assassinate me, let alone a superior officer." Trey shrugged as she put her hands in her pockets.
"With respect, Colonel, you can torture me and kill me over and over again, but the minute you pull the trigger, nobody in this world will remember my name."