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Dailenna: Thank you for reviewing again. I'll see what I can do to work it in. I've already written quite a ways in. I think I have about 22 or so chapters now, but I'll definitly see what I can do. Maybe I'll work it in as a nightmare or something. What do you think? BTW, glad to know someone is actually reading this and liking it. :)

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Anyway, Dailenna, I got your review and decided to go ahead and post this just for you because it makes me so happy to know that someone other than my bestie coughMaijacough likes my story. May much good fortune come your way.

Rescue

Chapter 10

Major Armstrong, minus his sparkles, was running behind a group of 10 soldiers as they rushed to help whoever kept screaming.

The person's screams were gut-wrenching and they terrified the soldiers. What terrified them more though, was when they suddenly stopped.

The group of 11 rushed around a corner only to be confronted by a most horrifying scene. A scene that could easily be from someone's worst nightmare.

In the middle of the hall was a bloody mess of a woman. She was covered in blood. Her crimson blood was pooling around her head, neck and shoulders and also around what remained of her left leg.

There was blood spattered all over the walls, ceiling and floor. It was also coating an insanely laughing man.

Kimbley.

Major Armstrong noticed that one of the younger soldiers in the group lost the contents of his stomach near one of the walls. He sympathized with the young man. Armstrong too felt like throwing up.

"Major Kimbley!" Armstrong yelled as he and the group of soldiers approached the horrifying scene. Kimbley stopped laughing and turned to look at Armstrong. Kimbley still had a mad glint in his eyes and he had an insane grin on his face. "What did you do?" Armstrong asked.

"I killed her," he said gesturing to the blood covered woman "I killed Firecracker!" Kimbley started to laugh again.

His laughter was interrupted however, when Firecracker coughed loudly.

"NO!" Kimbley lunged at Firecracker.

Two brave soldiers from Armstrong's group ran forward, tackled and pinned Kimbley. They held his arms down. More soldiers joined the original two to help hold the mad man down. Eventually all ten were holding him down.

"No!" Kimbley screamed, struggling against the ten soldiers pinning his arms, legs and torso. "No! She must die!" He managed to fling one of the soldiers off, but that soldiers just got right back in there and helped hold Kimbley down again.

Armstrong scooped up the barely alive Major and bolted down the hall. He ran as fast as he could to Lieutenant Colonel Mustang's office, as it was the closest office full of allies and the hospital was in an entirely different building.

He burst through the door and thoroughly startled everyone in the office.

Armstrong couldn't help but look out the window as soon as he rushed through the doors. It was raining. He then looked at the soldiers in the room.

Everyone dropped what they were holding.

Hawkeye's gun (she was cleaning it while at the same time threatening two people in the room) clattered to her desk, Mustang's gloved right hand fell to the desk from its preparing to snap position, Hughes dropped his photos (you don't need to be told why he's there), Havoc's cigarette fell from his mouth, Kain Furey dropped the paperwork he was carrying, Falman dropped his pen and Breda dropped his full coffee mug.

Many different swears were heard in the room.

Hawkeye was the first to overcome the shock of seeing the bloody mess in Armstrong's arms that was her friend. She rushed to a closet in the office where different supplies were stored, wrenched it open and ran in. She went straight to the section of the closet with medical supplies.

Mustang stood up and turned to face the closet.

"Here it comes!" Hawkeye shouted.

A few seconds later a plastic package with something black in it flew out of the closet (obviously having been thrown by Hawkeye) and Mustang caught it with seemingly practiced ease.

He tore the packet open and pulled the black fabric out. He left it folded and threw it Frisbee style across the room to a waiting and in position Furey.

Furey caught it and roughly unfolded the fabric (which is actually a blanket), grabbed two of the end corners and made it go straight mid-air. Havoc caught the other end and both men brought the blanket to the floor.

Armstrong gently placed Cassie on it.

While this was happening, Hawkeye had been throwing other medical equipment, i.e. bandages, saline solution, gauze, anti-septic, etc., to Mustang, who in turn threw it to whoever could catch it.

Finally, Hawkeye dashed out of the closet and over to a phone. Mustang and Hughes rushed over to where the others were already trying to stem the bleeding.

"I could cauterise the leg?" Roy suggested after several minutes of trying to stop Cassie's leg from bleeding, while all the while listening to Armstrong explain what he knew of what happened and the conclusions that could be drawn from that.

Hawkeye was currently holding a large piece of fabric she had found in the closet against Cassie's leg stump, having finished her call to the paramedics who were on their way. Her hands were covered in Cassie's blood and there were a few streaks on her face from where hand had touched when she was moving hair out of her face. She was doing the most work as she had the most medical training out of all of the soldiers in the room. She needed this training in case the man she was protecting ever got hurt.

"Do it," Hawkeye told him. She removed her hands and the now blood soaked cloth.

Roy was about to snap when a weak, pale hand grabbed his wrist leaving blood on his glove, wrist and uniform.

"Don't," a weak, raspy voice said.

Mustang looked at Cassie's face. Her eyes were barely open. Her features were drawn in pain.

"If…you do…I…can't get…Automail," the effort that it took to stay conscious and speak coherently was quickly draining what little energy Cassie had. "Please?" she pleaded.

Mustang nodded and lowered his hand. He would honour his friend's wishes.

Cassie passed out when Hawkeye pressed the cloth onto her leg again. Cassie's hand fell limply back to her side.

The group of soldiers could hear the military Ambulance's sirens as it pulled up outside the capital building.

The flashing red and blue lights were visible in Mustang's office reflecting off of the walls and casting a eerie glow on everything and everyone. The lighting in the office continuously changed colour from red-to-blue-to-red in a cycle.

Everything seemed to slow down as the group of soldiers/friends watched helplessly as the paramedics took over and rushed Cassie, on a gurney (stretcher with wheels), from the room.

Maes Hughes, Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye and Jean Havoc gave chase.

Furey, Breda, Armstrong and Falman had been ordered to stay behind with a promise to call later and tell them the news.

Riza drove them to the Military hospital in her car, following close behind the ambulance.

They all prayed that Cassie would be okay.

A/N: Riza and Cassie became friends during Ishbal. Both worked with Roy. Riza worked more closely with Roy than Cassie but Cassie was still there. She often helped other groups as well, providing them distractions to get in and outsafely.

Riza and Cassie shared a tentas they weresome of the only females out there.

About the closet. With the amount of times Mustang get shot at or burns someone, they probably need those medical supplies. That, and it's also a stationary cupboard, anda place to store random things that I don't feel like listing.

I hope you liked it. Make sure you review.

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