Bradley stared at Mustang, not sure what to do or say. Something about all of this was pissing him off, but there was no way he would cut down everyone in the room; even if that is what he wanted. No, along with Mustang and his little band of misfits, there were now 50 military officers in the room, all pointing guns at their president.
"Ah," Bradley smiled a bit, his mustache twitching in anger. "What a wonderful prank, Mustang. What do you intend to do with the information you now know about me?"
"Well," The little upstart began, his dark eyes gleaming with joy. "Depends on what you have to say for yourself. On one hand, there's no crime in being a homunculus, but it's all too possible you're involved in something that's not."
"Perceptive," Bradley hated how smart this man was. "But first, if I step down, do you intend to take my place, Mustang?"
"It's possible, but this isn't merely a power-grab on my part. There are many other people I would consider before myself for the job."
"Really?" Bradley didn't believe that.
"Really." Mustang moved to sit down across from Bradley and next to Selim who was now scowling. "Now, care to tell us why a homunculus managed to become the head of this country?"
"Yes." Bradley wasn't going to be pushed around. "I do. First, tell me how you managed to infiltrate my office and install flash cameras without my noticing."
"It was simple," Mustang could not help but smile. "We snuck in with the nightly cleaning crew and the cameras? That was the easy part. Do you remember my friend, Maes Hughes?"
"I do. Please continue."
"When he died," Mustang paused a moment, "I inherited all of his cameras and supplies. So, I put them to use."
"Stupidly smart, I see." Bradley glanced at Selim who was eying everyone in the room. "Don't bother."
"But-"
"No, the ruse is up," if anything, Bradley could 'retire' and he and Pride could crawl back to Father intact. "It is true. I am a homunculus. We live among you humans. One day, going through life, I thought to myself 'I should join the military'. I have wonderful eyesight and would make an excellent sniper. However, it seemed as though the big-wigs had different plans."
"Is that so?" Mustang was not sure if he should buy this story.
"Yes. to be honest, I was first inclined to join, because a beautiful lady caught my eye. Now, it's twenty-five years later and we live a happy life together."
"Mrs. Bradley was in the military?" Riza Hawkeye asked from where she was watching Selim. Uncertain if he was a threat.
"She was," Bradley had always been good at weaving stories. He practiced each night tucking his son in bed. "She was a few years older than me, but I was smittin',"
"Ew," Selim made a face. "Father, please stop. I don't want to hear about you and mother."
"Too bad, son." Bradley always loved telling him 'no'. No was such a great word. "Now, Mustang, any other questions?"
"Yes. Do you know the other homunculi? The ones connected to Lab Five and the murder of my best friend?"
"I do," Bradley didn't really need to lie. He debated if he even wanted to lie. His other siblings annoyed him and Father made him do whatever he wanted. For once, Bradley was going to do what he wanted: To relax and enjoy life. "But in exchange for my information, I request permission to retire to my summer home on the coast. Mrs. Bradley and I always wanted to live by the sea."
"We could arrange that."
And so, Bradley stepped down as the leader of Amestris and soon retired to the coast along with his imaginary family. As for the rest of the Homunculi….