Mustang sat next to Hughes at his desk, now coated in files and paper work all relating to James Elliott Rogers. He scanned it all over, hoping to find anything to hint to where his young colleague may be. After Hughes had arrived, he quickly explained how Lieutenant Colonel Rogers had a reputation for being a big fan of Edward, explaining that he read all of the news articles about him, and even having a wall in his office covered in newspaper clippings and photos all about Ed. Mustang knew that Ed had fans, even given the name "Hero of the People", but he found it frankly disturbing that a 43 year old man had such an obsession with a 13 year old boy. Hughes agreed, but without proper evidence that he had taken Edward, they couldn't lead a search and rescue mission. Mustang frowned. He felt with a sinking sense of certainty that Edward was indeed kidnapped by this creep, and he couldn't do anything about it. He was broken out of his thoughts by a tap to the shoulder.
"Roy, look at this." Hughes pointed towards a photo of an aged brick house. "His house was converted from an old police station, there have been minimal renovations since then, and there are likely still holding cells in his basement. That could be where he's keeping Ed." Mustang solemnly nodded. That was the last straw. He pushed himself out from behind his desk and headed to the door. "Roy, where you going?" Asked a concerned Hughes. Mustang smirked.
"We can't lead a mission to go and find Fullmetal, but who says we can't pay him a friendly visit. Maybe we happen to stumble upon Fullmetal." Hughes smirked back at him.
"Bring him home, Roy." Mustang nodded and opened the door to the main office. All eyes laid on him, anxious for news on Edward. He turned to Hawkeye.
"Hawkeye," He started. She stood stiffly with her arms at her sides with a 'sir'. "Pack your bags, we're taking a vacation." He smiled. Hawkeye put on a puzzled look.
"Sir?" She inquired.
"I've been meaning to check out the east for a while. That's where Fullmetal is from, maybe we'll stumble upon him there while on our completely unrelated trip." He winked. Hawkeye smiled.
"Of course, sir. I'll be ready in an hour." He smiled at her.
"Good, train leaves in two."
Roy approached the train station, dressed in civilian clothing with a suitcase in an ungloved hand. He laid eyes upon Hawkeye, already waiting there for him. She looked into the distance, her long, white sundress blowing gently in the breeze, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders from a straw sunhat. He smiled at her and greeted her with a wave that she returned.
"Hello, Riza." She nodded to him. "Excited for our trip to Murin?" She smiled, understanding the true reason for this 'vacation'. Roy smirked at the fact that she definitely had plenty of guns strapped to her beneath the innocent-appearing dress.
"Oh, very much so." She replied as the train pulled into the station. They both boarded without much fuss and settled into their seats after dealing with their cargo. In the nearly empty train cart, they deemed it safe enough to begin quietly planning for their arrival in Murin. In hushed voices, they arranged a well-thought out plan to bring their stubborn young friend home.