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Anyways, I can't believe how many reviews I've gotten. I opened my Inbox this morning any HELLO! I had 14 unread messages. I don't think I've ever had that many before. Two were junk, two were stuff I sent myself from another site and that means that 10 of them were reviews. That's a record for me.

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I forgot the disclaimer on the last chappy! Oops.

Disclaimer: Not mine. I only own the plot of this story, the five OC's that I have so far written into this story (Tromp being one of them) and volumes 3 and 5 of the Manga.

Ahem. Anyway, please enjoy the fifth chapter of Every Dog Has Its Day.

Chapter 5

Discovery

When the two men reached the courtyard, they spotted a small crowd of military officers all standing around something near the edge. They looked at each other, nodded and walked briskly towards the group.

When they were still about 30 meters away, they spotted a familiar man. He was a little difficult to miss due to his height. The man had spotted them and was waving them over.

"Mustang!" Tromp called.

Roy and Maes jogged the remaining distance.

"Hey, Russel!" Maes greeted the General, as soon as they were close enough.

"'Russel'?" Roy questioned.

Maes shrugged. "We worked together a while ago on a big case and became friends."

Roy turned away from Maes and looked to the General "What's going on here, sir?"

"I don't know," he replied "I only just got here myself."

"Well, there's one way to find out," Roy said determinedly.

"You mean…?" Maes trailed off.

Roy nodded "Yes."

The three men turned to face the crowd. They looked at each other and nodded firmly. What they were about to do required a lot of skill and luck.

They each took a deep breath and…

"Outta my way! Lieutenant Colonel coming through!"

"Move it! I'm a Brigadier General so get outta my way!"

"Excuse me! Coming through! Move or I'll show you pictures of my darling Elysia!"

The three men shoved their way through the crowd, each shouting something different to get through. (Maes' was the most effective. He was essentially shoved to the front of the group.)

When they finally arrived at the front of the group about 3 minutes later (they kept getting shoved in all different directions including backwards) they all gasped at what they saw. Their eyes widened.

There were no barriers, so the three moved forward further, into the area that the group was surrounding. As they moved forward they pulled on a pair of gloves each.

Roy wandered around the area carefully, so as not to disturb anything. He looked at the blood spattered on the ground and on the scattered papers.

The blood trail seemed to start at a large dark reddy-brown stain. It led across the ground in droplets, smears and bloody foot steps. The trail vanished roughly where the tyre marks started.

There had been a fight here; there was no doubt about that.

"Uh, Roy?" Maes called from his right, the direction of the now bent and busted gate.

"What is it?" Roy asked once he was standing in front of Maes.

"Look," Maes gestured to the ground.

They both looked.

"What!" Roy exclaimed in shock.

On the ground in front of them was a gun. Or more precisely, two halves of a gun.

Each half lay 2 or so meters from each other. It was obvious from the positions of each half that it had not been split after hitting the ground. The gun barrel was pointing back towards the blood and tyre tracks. The handle end was pointing off into the crowd.

Maes pulled a pencil out, bent down and picked the half with the handle up by sticking the end of the pencil into the sliced open bullet chamber.

He stood back up with the gun-half on the end of the pencil and held it in front of Roy's face.

"Look familiar?" Maes asked.

Roy studied the gun-half dangling 30cm away from his face. He looked over it for any familiarities.

He found one. A small burn mark along the grip.

"Yeah," Roy said as he grabbed the gun off of the pencil with his gloved hands.

Maes pocketed the pencil.

"This burn indentation here," Roy continued as he ran his fingers across the mark "This happened a few months ago. I fell asleep with my Ignition gloves on. When Hawkeye shot at me to wake me up, I accidentally snapped. She dropped the gun and her hand only got lightly burned. The gun however," he tapped the handle "ended up with this. I thought for sure she would've replaced the grip by now. Surely the partially melted grip was an obstruction."

"She told me she thought it gave it character. She never told me how it happened though," Maes said.

"Mustang! Hughes!" came a loud shout from Tromp. The two spun around to face the General "Get over here!"

Maes and Roy, who had just pocketed the gun-half, ran over to Tromp. He was kneeling near the blood spattered, scattered papers.

Tromp picked one of the sheets up by the non-bloody top left corner.

All that remained visible on the paper was a few of the paragraphs, a few sentences and a few words.

Near the top there were five visible words. They read:

'To: Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang'

"These are the files and reports I sent back with her."

Oooo, what's gonna happen next? Find out in Chapter 6 of Every Dog! ducks flaming cattle skulls and other random crap Feel free to give me a hit on the head if I don't update soon. I've got chores to do which I should be doing now. Getting hit on the head really doesn't phase me anymore, I've done it that many times...

Alright, be honest, who didn't see what they did to get through the crowd coming.

Okay, to all of you out there who are reading this and don't know who it is, I plan on revealling it in chapter 9. Sorry to those of you I told that it would be chapter 6. I made a mistake and forgot about the chapters that introduce 3 more OC's into this messed up...mess. sweatdrops at lack of ability to find a better word

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