Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist except Trey.

Morning came and passed. Later that night, Hughes had entered and was harassing everybody about his daughter. Havoc gave an irritated look. To top that off, Mustang had two weeks worth of paperwork that he didn't finish. He would've handed it over to Hawkeye, but at this mood and hour, it would be suicide. Mustang leaned back in his chair.

"I think I'm going to take a break"
"Sir, if you don't mind me saying, this is your seventh break in one hour."

Mustang groaned inwardly. About eight o'clock in the evening is when they finished half the enormous stack on Mustang's desk.

"Sir, what about Trey?"

Mustang grabbed his coat and stood up. He said, "Let's take a walk, Lieutenant." Hawkeye stood up confused. Mustang added, "I have a feeling she'll be around here." The two soldiers walked to the bar. Faces turned to stare at such a strange sight of a man in a coat and a girl-soldier trailing behind him like a puppy. They walked through the homeless infested streets, listening, always being cautious.

"Barty, did'ja hear? Old man Jenkins got Tom fired"
"No! He did that bastard in"
"Yessiree. I never knew the day would come."

Mustang and Hawkeye said nothing.

"Alchemy? What a load of bull"
"It's true! I've seen it with my own eyes"
"Can you believe this guy, Bill?"

Even smiles were not appropriate at this time. Mustang said, "I guess we came to the wrong place then, Lieutenant." He stood up to leave. Then a small voice caught their ears.

"First Lieutenant Min Jeon, huh?"

Mustang fell back to his walk. His eyes followed Hawkeye's hand. Somewhere in a dark corner of the curb was a figure leaning back on the broken brick wall, laughing and talking. Nobody was beside her. The person was still talking.

"You got it made, man."

Silence. As if the person was expecting an answer.

"Yeah? I'll be Second Lieutenant yet, so don't you worry."

The person laughed with a shake of the head.

"Whatever you say, buddy."

A sickening feeling tingled deep inside of Mustang's gut. He called one of the homeless men over and asked, "How long has she been here?" The man gave a weary sighed and replied, "Too long. She's been doing that all day, talking to nobody." He shook his head. He said, "I said she was too young to even be here, but she told me was the Second Lieutenant of the military... what could I have said?" Mustang said nothing but waved him away.

"Sir, what should we do? She's just a little girl."

Hawkeye's voice sounded concerned. Mustang replied, "For all that she's done, she could be older than us." He walked over to the table. Trey looked up casually and said, "Eyyy, colonel. Wassup? You met my buddy First Lieutenant Jeon?" Trey turned around. Trey shrugged and said, "Must've took off. You scared him away, sir." Half sober, sight was given back to Trey.

"Colonel...?"

Hawkeye was edging her way closer, one hand reaching for her holster.

"Lieutenant Hawkeye."

Trey gave a crooked salute. To even acknowledge a superior's presence was beyond her. Trey must've been totally-

"Wasted."

Mustang shook his head as the cursed word escaped from his lips. He helped Trey up. She could barely stand. Mustang wrapped an arm around her shoulder and led her out of the darkened street. They began walking her back to Hawkeye's apartment. As soon as they recognized the beaten road, Trey had run off ahead.

"No, wait! Trey"
"Second lieutenant!"

Mustang and Hawkeye's feeble attempt to retrieve Trey failed hopelessly and expectedly. Drizzle. A drop. Mustang looked up. A drop hit his brow. He growled, "Not now!" Hawkeye turned to him and said in all-business voice, "Sir, is anything the matter?" Mustang took of his white gloves and pocketed them. He grumbled, "Wouldn't you know it? Rain. I hate rain." They ran after Trey. When they had finally caught up with her, Trey was already at the front steps staring at the door.

"Excuse me, Trey..."

Hawkeye slid her way over to the door. She fumbled for her keys. Mustang stepped up politely and offered assistance. Almost completely sober by now, Trey had just begin to realize that it was raining hard now.

"Flame Alchemist, I've come to deliver your judgment!"

Hawkeye turned, gun drawn. Mustang gloved his hands. For a second, they forgot who was with them.

"Sir, you're useless in the rain!"

Mustang didn't answer. He yelled out, "Trey, get away from there!" Scar's large trunk of an arm had found its way to Trey. His large palm was on her forehead.

"You look innocent, but judging by your company, I'd say you're another state alchemist."

Scar shut his eyes and said, "I will give you time to pray to god." Someone was touching his arm; his right arm to be exact. Trey looked astonished as if she was completely sober at that point.

"Brother, your arm."

Scar opened his eyes.

"It's exactly the same as mine."