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The days trudged on. The snow got worse, and the missions got harder. Mustang wasn't a liar. He knew exactly what Trey was capable of doing, and he knew that she wasn't a quitter when it came to that. She passed all the tests, walked through the curves, and dodged the ditches. She was invincible. But the ice never melted. Trey continued to stay at Hawkeye's military-issued apartment. She continued to pester Hawkeye until the superior officer would brandish her weapon. Trey was always messing around with her. But only one thing was for certain: some nights Trey wouldn't sleep but just sit outside, not talking or moving. Hawkeye became more and more concerned.

"Trey, you need to sleep."

Trey would never respond. Sometimes, Hawkeye would stand a few feet behind her and do nothing.

"Lieutenant..."

Hawkeye looked up.

"It's good that you stand by the Colonel. But me... I'm a drifter, and drifters die alone."

Hawkeye said nothing. Trey continued, "You see, Lieutenant Jeon - my buddy Min - was my brother, my protector. And now that he's gone, there is no one. Consider yourself lucky. Don't ever take this for granted." Hawkeye tried to reach out to her and pull her back in, but the distance was long and cold. Trey was too far out. The days she spent in the office were spent with laughs with Second Lieutenant Havoc. Havoc was a good man, and he was never the bad influence. On those days, the officers rarely saw his cigarettes or his lighters. Ever since Trey appeared, it seemed as though he had forgotten his troubles. Or even how to smoke, for that matter.

"Check it out, chief, there's that new and improved strutting Lieutenant!"

A few warning shots and a blast of light were all Mustang needed to figure out what was happening outside his office. But Trey was never any trouble. When it came down to missions, she was all business. She knew how to get things done, so whatever she wreaked in the military buildings were left alone. Sometimes, some of Havoc's buddies would join in on the fun. It seemed as though nothing would ever change,

"Lieutenant Hawkeye, could I see you for a moment?"

Mustang's voice sounded urgent. Hawkeye stood up from all the paper work with relief and walked stiffly to her colonel's office. As she stepped in and saluted, she could already tell something wasn't exactly right in the air. Mustang had one hand on his forehead and the other clutched tightly on a piece of paper. Hawkeye stood in front of his desk. Mustang waved a hand, and she closed the door for privacy.

"Sir, is anything the matter?"

She sounded concerned.

"They say the alchemist killer is back and with a vengeance. There were five more alchemists found dead."

Mustang sighed as he read from the paper, "We've discovered, to our great delight, that there is a certain alchemist with you there in Central, known as the Ice Alchemist. We've heard she was also an Ishbalan alchemist, and from our hidden ears we've learned Scar, the alchemist murderer, is Ishbalan too. By the request of Fuhrer King Bradley, the Ice Alchemist (Trey) is required to be transferred to Eastern Capital." A few signatures down below didn't satisfy anyone.

"If you don't mind me asking, sir, but is this a problem?"

He set the paper down, but his eyes remained glued onto the desk. He replied bitterly, "Havoc has never been so happy. The Ishbal Rebellion... it changed us. It changed him. Even I..." He swallowed.

"Even I wanted to kill myself."

Hawkeye didn't look startled because even she could recall those terrible memories when she fought alongside with Mustang. She was a sniper in those days, and being paired up with this arrogant, cocky man had changed her. She saved his life more than a dozen times. Mustang groaned as he ordered, "Bring her in." Hawkeye obeyed. Trey stepped in with a smile on her face. Hawkeye resumed her position beside Mustang. Mustang didn't smile.

"Trey... you've just been transferred to the Eastern Capital. A train will take you tomorrow morning."

Trey's smile slowly faded; she looked puzzled.

"What"
"East needs you."

The hurt never left her eyes. She said with an innocent tone from a child that's never been shown before, "But I want to stay here." Mustang shook his head. He replied, "I'm sorry, but this is out of my hands." She stood up in a daze as she left his office.

"Sir, why does it pain you to tell the truth? You've never shown this kind of compassion for any of your subordinates."

Mustang scoffed.

"We're the cold-blooded dogs, but she's just a kid. She's nothing but a kid who never even fired a bullet into someone. You understand what I'm saying, Lieutenant"
"Yes, sir."

Hawkeye looked out the door to see Trey.

"Just a little bit."