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Hawkeye was busy with the papers Mustang should've done. She grumbled good-naturedly however and quickened her pace. Trey was thinking, always thinking. Her hat was off and set aside at the seat beside her. Only a few of the military soldiers were on the night shift. Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc was one of those. Half of a cigarette hung out from the side of his mouth as his trademark image.
"You shouldn't get into the habit of smoking, Havoc."
Havoc turned to Hawkeye and said, "You tell me this now? Years too late, Lieutenant." Havoc pulled out a package from the pocket in the front of his tunic and offered Trey a cigarette. Trey looked away at the sight of another officer.
"Havoc!"
Havoc grinned and left. It was nearly ten o'clock at night when Hawkeye was finished with all the paperwork. Trey never said a word or even complained. Hawkeye gathered her things and walked to the door. In a split second, she realized Trey wasn't going to follow.
"Let's go"
"Why?"
Hawkeye replied sternly, "I have strict orders from Colonel Mustang that as long as you're under the military's supervision, we have to protect you." As if explaining it would've helped. Trey gave up and followed Hawkeye. When Hawkeye went and returned from the bathroom and found Trey missing, she sort of panicked. If that's what it called. She found Trey outside sitting on bench, staring into the stars. Staring into her automail arm. Pain. Bitterness. Hawkeye lost herself for a moment.
"Lieutenant..."
Hawkeye looked up startled. Trey stood up with her back facing Hawkeye.
"Lieutenant, I want to go home."
Hawkeye said nothing. Invisibly. Through the darkness, it was hard to tell what was what. But something was glowing. Two things actually to make it more specific. Glowing symbols on both of Trey's arms: skin and metal. They were piercing through. Hawkeye ran up to her and scanned her arms. The markings and symbols were too familiar to be a mere coincidence.
"You have the same tattoos as Scar."
Trey looked at her arms. She said, "Who is Scar?" Hawkeye ignored her question. She demanded, "How did you get these tattoos?" Trey hesitated. That was enough of an answer. Hawkeye took a couple of steps back. Her movement was threatening enough.
"I'm Ishbalan, but you already know that."
Hawkeye shook her head.
"I won't believe it. An Ishbalan alchemist"
"It was a gift."
Hawkeye stopped.
"From that Iron Blooded Alchemist when he tried to experiment with my people."
Hawkeye replied matter-of-factly, "The Brigadier General is dead. Scar killed him." She added as an afterthought, "I saw it with my own eyes." Trey laughed. It was a hollow laugh that had no meaning. Trey said, "I'm so glad." Trey clapped her hands together. She said, "I just want to go home, Lieutenant. But there is no home for me to go to." Trey walked out with a bang.
"What happened?"
Mustang leaned closer to his phone while his sleepy eyes closed tightly.
"Lieutenant, it's not a security issue here. She just used alchemy to maneuver the water in the air to create an explosion. By all means, she'll be back tomorrow"
"Colonel, it's not that simple! Scar is on the loose, and he'll stop at nothing to wipe out the state alchemists!"
Hawkeye argued furiously.
"You said so yourself that I needed to follow her!"
Mustang sighed.
"Lieutenant Hawkeye, calm yourself. If she is Ishbalan as she claims, than Scar won't touch her. Now, I'm going to sleep if you don't mind. Good-night, Lieutenant."
All that was left was a sharp click and the dial tone.