I awoke to the sound of someone knocking on a door. Rubbing my eyes, I propped myself up on my elbows only to make eye contact with the soldier that brought me here. His blue eyes bored through mine for a moment before he walked over to answer the door.

I observed my surroundings. I was in a white room with windows on either side of me, letting sunlight in, making the glaring white paint on the walls almost painful to look at. The floor was gray tile, or maybe some kind of granite. I was laying on a very stiff white bed that sat high off the ground, with three wooden chairs beside me, along with a somewhat big white table a few feet from the bed.

I looked myself over to find I was in the same clothes as before, and I was completely unharmed. My gaze swiftly wandered over to the door, which the soldier had snuck out of a moment before, leaving the door cracked open. I heard the sound of multiple tapping boots approach the door, before it abruptly swung open and three different people walked in.

I immediately tensed up, my eyes going wide. I stared at one of the men, recognizing him right away. I gaped as he strode closer, and as the other two shut the door and stood by it.

"Hello," The man said. I just sat there, speechless, opening and closing my mouth like a retarded fish.

"Oh, great, it just had to be the one with the god complex…" I muttered under my breath, putting my face into my hands hopelessly. I sighed and looked up at the confused man.

"Hello. Who are you?" I asked bluntly, pulling on my poker face.

"I am Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang. I'd like to ask you a few questions." He said in his deep, velvety voice. I raised an eyebrow.

"About what….?" I bit my lip to keep from laughing, still keeping my poker face. It was just so hard, so hard not to laugh at him, while all the fanfictions came to mind. And trust me, with some I've read, you'd crack up too.

"About the attack with the wanted criminals."

"Which ones?" I said, pulling on a thinking face. I nearly laughed at Roy's face at that moment.

"The ones yesterday."

"You mean those crackpots! They were extremely rude. First, bumping into me, then calling me a wench! The bull-faced one even stretched the collar of my favorite shirt….. But they got what they deserved!" I laughed slightly and just a bit crazily. Roy looked at me, pulling his poker face over his surprise. The other guards looked at me as if I was just plain crazy.

"Well, they were all wanted serial killers in the area."

"I could figure that out. What sane person would try to kill an innocent girl just because she accidently knocked into them. I mean, really," I said, " I'm surprised they weren't apprehended sooner, since they obviously lacked fighting skill." Roy kept his poker face, so I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"They were some of the most dangerous criminals in the area. The leader was an ex-soldier of the military while the rest had escaped from military jails. In total, all four have killed about 170 people. 90 were innocent civilians, while the remaining 80 were military soldiers. The total bounty on their heads was $31,000 [a/n: I'm using American money cause I don't know what else to use… hehe…] and, since you have turned them over to the military, you will receive that money." Roy informed me, leaving me to gape.

"That much money?!" I exclaimed. Roy nodded, and I jumped off the bed to stand on wobbly feet.

"Most of the civilians came from wealthy families." He said, a bit surprised as I started jumping up and down.

"I get to fight people, I wake up and someone tells me I get paid! This is awesome!" I squealed, jumping up and down. I was probably freaking everyone in the room out, but I didn't care. I calmed down, but kept a smile on my face.

"Any other questions?" I asked.

"Yes, quite a few. To start, what is your name?" His question rolled over in my mind before I came up with a suitable answer.

"My name is Lynette La'va, but most people call me Frog." I said randomly. Really, no one called me Frog, but I've always wanted someone to. Frogs are just so cute!

"You can call me Lyra, though," I laughed at Roy's dumbfounded expression. He nodded, and my laughter died down.

"Where are you from?"

"I'm an alien." I said. Hey, don't judge me, nothing else came to mind! Plus, I'm not from this world, anyway…. Isn't that an alien?

"Fine.." I said after seeing Roy's glare, "I'm not really from anywhere. I'm traveling."

"How old are you?"

"Oh, I'm twelve." I replied honestly.

"WHAT?!" Roy and the guards shouted simultaneously. I covered my ears and winced.

"Geez, there's no need to yell. I'm a kid, so what?"

"How can someone so young have so much skill?" Roy exclaimed. A vein on my head bulged.

"Stop acting so surprised!" I was pissed off now, "I have been training for years! Is there a problem with that?!" I ranted, then a thought popped up, so I ranted on, "My parents are gone, my guardian died three years ago. If I've lived this long, do you expect me to be weak?" I ended my rant. I had to hand it to myself, I was a good actor, and even better at improv. I bit my lip as Roy stared at me, before chuckling slightly.

"You're a better fighter than some of my soldiers. That's why I'm surprised." Roy finally said. I sat on the bed and thought for a moment.

"Then can I join?" I asked eagerly. I had an unusual fondness for weapons, particularly guns. If I joined the military, I can have access to those. Plus I'd have access to the library, which means I could find out how to go home….. and bring my friends here!

Roy seemed taken aback by my comment.

"You really want to throw your future away to join?"

"Yes," I answered quickly. Roy turned back to the other guards.

"Contact the Fuhrer. I want him to see this."

OH! What will the Fuhrer say? And we all know who he really is…. FUTURE CHAPTERS CONTAIN SPOILERS!

Alright, with that out of the way, I can go on..

P.S. *sniff* I don't own FMA!