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Trey walked like a prisoner on death row. She went straight to Havoc, who noticed her usual behavior was too morbid for anything good.

"What's wrong, Trey"
"Chief... I got transferred"
"You got what?"

Havoc looked in disbelief. Trey repeated dully, "I got transferred." The place was in an uproar. Havoc was yelling murder as he stormed into Mustang's office. Hawkeye looked up startled.

"Havoc, contain yourself!"

Several other officers crowded around Mustang's office. Hawkeye closed the door sharply, but that didn't stop the throng of military officials to eavesdrop. Trey was just standing by Havoc's desk. Havoc was furious. He yelled, "How could you let her be transferred, Colonel? How could you let another bad thing happen when her life's already a mess?" Mustang held out the paper. Havoc snatched it away as he read it. He exploded.

"That King Bradley! Who the hell does he think he is?"

Hawkeye warned, "Keep your voice down, Havoc. If others were to hear, they'd take that as signs of mutiny." Havoc ignored her. He turned to Mustang, leveling his voice.

"I never doubted you, Colonel. I always trusted you and followed you. We fought together in Ishbal. Why are you doing this to me?"

His voice sounded desperately bitter. Elbows propped on his desk, Mustang spread his gloved hands.

"It's not my call, Havoc."

Havoc pulled out a box of cigarettes and threw it on the desk. He growled, "I never liked them cigarettes, boss. I needed something more stable. And now you're taking her away." He shook his head as he stomped out. Even a guy like him recognized defeat. Mustang groaned. He dropped his head on his desk. He muttered under his breath, "If it wasn't for my ambitions, I'd probably quit. I hate this part of the job." Havoc grabbed Trey by the wrist and dragged her outside of the building.

"Screw this army. Let's just quit."

Havoc seemed sincere when he said that. Trey shook her head.

"And do what, chief? Live out on the streets again? Get hunted down by murderers and thieves? Let's just do what Mustang"
"To hell with Mustang! You want to go to Eastern"
"You already know I don't"
"Then say no! I don't want you to die!"

Trey chuckled a little. She said, "I don't have anything waiting for me out there. Because I'm in the military, me being Ishbalan doesn't even matter. My title protects me." She shook her head.

"I've got to protect my people. I can help them survive like Min did for me."

Havoc shook his head as he took a few steps behind. His grip on Trey's wrist loosened, and finally he pulled his hand away. She sighed and said, "You and the rest of them can be dogs of the military. But I'm a dog of god." He trembled, but tears never came rushing down. He had already learned a long time ago that crying didn't solve anything. He watched Trey walk back into the building. He watched her when she walked with Hawkeye to her house. He even followed her to the train station. Before Trey turned around to leave forever, she looked at him. She touched his cheek.

"Brother, take care of yourself."

She was about to turn when Havoc whispered back, "Don't die, Trey. Please... don't leave me here... alone." Trey smiled a little. She walked into the train. She sat by the window and stared out to Havoc. He was wearing a large coat with his hands in his pockets. He pictured himself running after her and grabbing her back. But he didn't. As the train took off, he stood there, simply staring. Trey waved, and then she disappeared. The snow fell softly. Havoc shook.

"It's so cold without you."

He chuckled as he talked to himself, "Ironic, huh? You'd think once the ice leaves, it's going to be warm." He sighed and looked up. The snowflakes were a mess, caught in his strands of messy hair. He shivered and said, "But it's just so damn cold." The days sauntered on in almost a bitter fashion. Havoc avoided not only Mustang but also everyone else. When Hawkeye caught him idly staring at his stack of paper, she tried to reason with him. Rumor had it that he spent his nights in a little tavern that was only whispered through huddled groups of strangers. In those days, Havoc's generally calm and mellow personality changed into short-tempered and apathetic. People got out of his way.

"Havoc, get to work!"

Hawkeye became more and more angrier at Havoc's new attitude. She didn't accept laziness, and Havoc was showing too much weakness. Havoc groaned a little at the sharp voice. It was late evening, and most of the co-workers had already left. Havoc's head was slumped over in his desk, piles of paperwork scattered all over. One hand laid limp beside his unoccupied head. Hawkeye nudged him sharply. Havoc muttered something. Fed up with this behavior, Hawkeye pulled Havoc's head up by his collar of his ruffled uniform. Havoc looked wide-eyed and dazed at his superior officer.

"What more can you do to me?"

His voice was soft. Hawkeye snapped, "You're being ridiculous. Quit wasting time and do your work." Havoc groaned. One arm was reaching for something under his desk. Hawkeye peered suspiciously and grabbed it. It was a bottle of alcohol. She sighed. She was about to walk away when she saw her subordinate's head fall back down again. She pulled out her handgun and cocked it; it was only a foot away from his face.

"Just kill me."

Havoc's voice was a whisper. Hawkeye frowned as she said, "What did you say?" Bitterly, Havoc growled, "Just take me out of my misery." Hawkeye sighed again. Havoc begged, "Please, Lieutenant." She left him alone. The days grew worse. One day, Mustang received a telephone call. Hawkeye was in his room as she heard him talk.

"This is Colonel Roy Mustang speaking. pause Greetings, King Bradley, sir. pause A tragedy, sir? pause Yes, sir. pause Yes, sir. pause I'm sorry to hear that, sir. pause Good day to you to, sir."

Mustang let the phone slip from his hands. Some kind of shock seemed to finally register into his brain because his face began to show a great fear or horror. Hawkeye stepped up to him.

"Sir, is anything the matter?"

She was curt and all business. Mustang put a hand to his forehead as he said softly, "The kid... she's dead." Even Hawkeye, the perfect model of a soldier, could not contain her state of being stunned.

"She's been gone for a month now ever since she got into that battle with Scar. They proclaimed her legally dead."

Mustang gripped his forehead and tightly as he said in pain, "I was so sure that if she was sent to Eastern, she'd be safer. Scar wouldn't be interested in an Ishbalan, right?" He quivered and said, "She was just a kid, Riza. Just a little girl. What the hell did she do to deserve this?" Hawkeye patted Mustang comfortingly on the back.

"She did have her share of troubles, sir."

Mustang shook his head slightly and said, "She almost got massacred in the rebellion, and she almost got murdered by her own boys, our own soldiers." He took a deep breath and whispered, "She didn't even reach her eighteenth birthday... just a stupid kid." And that's the second time Hawkeye ever saw Colonel Roy Mustang of the military army break down in front of her.