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Jack grinned at his blonde haired comrade, sticking his hands in his pockets. He walked on ahead leaving the homunculus they found there. Kathy followed uncertain if they should leave the short fat man behind. She was still a little mad with Jack and stay a little bit behind him. There was no point to fuss over the idiot now. They didn't find anyone else or anything else down in the city.

When they reached the outside of the church a military car was waiting for them. Jack looked over his shoulder at her questioningly. Kathy hadn't asked a military car to pick them up. She scowled as she walked over to the driver's side.

"What's going on? I didn't call anyone to pick us up," she snapped at the man.

"I was asked to bring you both back to headquarters for questioning," he shortly stated.

Questioning? Something must have happened. But why us? She thought as they both sat in the back of the black military car. Jack looked over at her nervously, holding the short piece of chalk in his hand for comfort. The car pulled away from the church and sped off to Headquarters. No one spoke and the radio wasn't turned on which gave the car an awkward feel.

When they finally arrived five military officers surrounded the car as the two got out. Jack shot Kathy another worried look. The soldiers lead them to a room with just a few wooden chairs and a table.

"This is an outrage!" a dark haired man snapped, opening the door.

Jack recognized his older brother right away, feeling a little better knowing that he would help explain all of this. Colonel Edwards smacked down a few pictures on the table. His dark crimson glared at the soldiers telling them to get out without uttering a word. Jack got a better look at the photos seeing that they were from a crime scene.

"Colonel Edwards, would you please explain what's going on here?" Kathy finally asked.

"Furher Mustang was murdered today," he said, sighing heavily.

Jack barely recognized the man in the photos as the man that led the military. His body was badly disfigured and burned. He looked away from the photos, finding that he was about to cry.

"Who did it?" he asked, closing his eyes.

"I was hoping I would get that from you two. It would seem that you both are the main suspects," Edwards said, his eyes narrowing on Jack.

"Brother! How could you think I would do something like that!" the young alchemist said, looking quite upset.

Kathy stayed silent for she knew that this was between the two brothers. She looked the pictures over real quick. They had been framed but by who? Her eyes narrowed on the Furher's body. Something wasn't right about it.

"There were dozens of people that saw both of you! They all clearly described you, Jack," the older brother replied.

"So you rather believe strangers than your own blood! I didn't kill Furher Mustang neither did Kathy. We were both on a mission at the time," he snapped.

"That's what I was trying to explain. But the evidence against you is too great. The military car that you two took was there… And they're going to search for further," the Colonel muttered, sliding down in a chair.

"This is making you look bad isn't it, Colonel Edwards?" Kathy asked, placing the pictures back down.

"Unfortunately it is. This shit will be all over the papers by morning," he grumbled running a hand through his already messy dark hair.

"Brother, we need to find out who really did this," Jack said, sitting down.

"I already know that god damn it! But I want to know if you two really did it or not!" he snapped at his younger brother.

He was strained from too much work. Now this is happening. He was getting too much stress and he needed a nice long vacation from everything. Thoughts of suicide did pass his mind at one point but he couldn't leave Jack in the hands of just Kathy. His younger brother had just been a pain in his ass since he was conceived.

"We didn't do it," Jack replied, crossing his arms.

"… Colonel, we found the underground city under Central. There was a man that saw us. If we could bring him here and have him testify," Kathy said.

"It's no use. They already scheduled the hangings for this Thursday," he muttered.

"… I can't believe this is happening. A death penalty! Isn't that going a little too far?" the younger brother said, getting up.

Edwards slowly nodded. Too much was happening right now for him to think of any other ideas to help his brother. He smirked knowing that they might be saved if they went to the military prison.

"I'll talk to them about putting you in jail until you get a rightful hearing," the Colonel said, standing up.

He left them both to think other what he had just told them.

"This is bullshit," Jack muttered, glaring at the door angrily.

"Jack, don't swear," Kathy said sharply.

He just glared at her as well. They weren't going to get out of this mess. They were both going to die together and people would think that the state got Justice.

"Let's escape…" he said, standing up.

"Are you crazy! That would be going against the state! We don't need something else for them to kill us for!" she exclaimed.

"Well my brother isn't going to do shit about it! He's going to let us die!" he yelled.

Kathy thought about it for a long time. Colonel Edwards wasn't going to do much. The look in his dark crimson eyes said that he didn't believe them for a second.

"Fine… I'll go," she muttered, feeling as if she had betrayed the Colonel.