We sped past the darkness of the trees, our flashy white car seemingly faster than a normal one. A "Military Edition", as Breda called it, but it was the fastest car that I had been in for a long while, especially since Mustang didn't hold back with the speed.
I gripped the seat tightly as Mustang swung the car around, drifting to a stop in the middle of the dark rode. Quietly, he ushered us out, and Riza hopped out first, dashing into the trees to our right, while Mustang took the left. I jumped out on Mustang's side, whipping my gun out of its holster and holding it down as I hid with Mustang.
"You're licensed?" Mustang whispered, looking at me skeptically. I shrugged.
"I'm military," I replied, "That grants me special permission to handle firearms while I'm still underage. You'd be surprised how easy it was for me to get my hands on a 50 caliber sniper rifle." Mustang glanced at me in shock, and I nearly barked out a laugh. "I'm nowhere near being a sharpshooter, and that gun was easily my entire paycheck for a good three months. Plus I didn't have anywhere to put it." Mustang let out a sigh of relief.
"They really need to pass more limiting laws on minors," I heard him mutter, but before I could reply, my attention was captured by the car that screeched to a halt, the sleek black and silver body unquestionably one of the Fuhrer's cars. Mustang visibly tensed, and his dark eyes were focused on the guards dressed in suits that came out of the car, taking out their hanguns and looking out into the darkness.
"Hey!" One of the men called out, "Move your car!" That's when Mustang knocked him out with a hit to the back of the head. The other man turned, his gun aimed at the attacker.
"Roy Mustang?" The man faltered, lowering his gun. Riza took that opportunity to dash behind him and kick out his feet. Once he was down, she gave him a swift kick to the head, and rendered him unconscious. I, on the other hand, was focused on going around the action and over to the car to talk to the Fuhrer's wife.
"Mrs. Bradely," I said, opening the door. Mrs. Bradely, a pretty middle-aged woman with almond-brown hair and pale green eyes, looked completely terrified. I put my gun away, locking it into my holster and holding out my hands to show I meant no harm. "I'm sorry to have startled you like this," I said, staring into her eyes reassuringly. "We mean no harm, really. We need you to come with us, Mrs. Bradely. It's very important." I offered her a hand, acting almost as if I was approaching a frightened doe.
After Mustang and Riza tied the guards up, they headed over to see how I was progressing with Mrs. Bradely.
She had taken my hand, and stood next to me while I attempted to make idle chatter to ease her nerves. She still seemed extremely cautious, but I had already tossed my gun away to show her I meant what I said, so that, along with the fact I was very young, seemed enough to coax her out of the car. Obviously, she thought I was unarmed, so I refrained from mentioning all the other weapons I had on me, including two more guns.
Damn, there goes my newest 45. handgun, I thought regretfully as my superior spoke with Mrs. Bradely.
Thank god all my other weapons are tucked away.
"She was taken hostage," A breathless soldier confirmed, saluting the senior staff that sat at the table. Father smirked.
"They won't find us particularly disturbed by that," Father said, seemingly smug.
Another soldier skidded in, stopping right by the first. He leaned in to whisper to the first soldier, who paled at his words. The first soldier stood up straight, clearing his throat.
"Well, we have another problem." He stated, and the generals stared at him intensely. "Recovered with the Madam's car and her body guards, there was a gun."
"Do you have the name of the person it's registered under?" Oliver questioned, her gaze sharp.
"Yes," The man gulped. "But you won't like it."
"Spit it out, will you?" An impatient general demanded, and the man nodded.
"The gun was registered under the Cold Blood Alchemist, Lynette La'va, sir." All the generals were taken by surprise with this one. Father, however, seemed interested by the sudden twist.
"Oh," He said, resting his chin on his hand. "It's about time she showed up."
Mustang, Breda, Riza, and Mrs. Bradley ran, soldiers trailing behind them. Bursting into a big room, they skidded to a halt, cornered by the squad that chased them. Or so the squad thought.
They surrounded Mustang's group, aiming their guns straight at them.
"Kill everyone but Mustang," The man in charge ordered. Mustang held up his arms, but Riza moved her arm slightly, the movement caught one of the soldiers.
"Freeze!" That soldier yelled at Riza. There was a cold waft of wind that blew through the room.
"No, you freeze." The soldier heard a sharp, whimsical voice whisper. The blue sparks of alchemy crackled all around the room, and before any of the soldiers could react, glistening coats of ice covered them up all the way to their shoulders, freezing their hands before they could pull the trigger of their guns. And no matter how they struggled, it was obvious it'd take them a very long time to get out of the ice.
"I haven't been able to use my ice alchemy since I left Baschool!" I said, rolling my shoulders and cracking my neck. "Now," I continued, striding up to the squadron leader and brushing off my hands. "What were you saying about killing people?"
Behind me, the troops from the ceiling climbed down, muttering about why they needed to be there in the first place. Mrs. Bradley was hyperventilating, and Mustang tried to calm her down, but my attention was quickly averted back to the man in front of me upon hearing his next words.
"I knew you were with them," He said, and my gaze narrowed, whipping out one of my secret guns, and pointing it to his head.
"Who else knows this?" I asked, but he looked unwilling to spill anything. My smile vanishing, I took out a muffler and attached it to my gun, taking off the safety and aiming it at his head again. "Who else knows this?" I repeated, the demanding tone more prominent in my voice. He growled, but seemed to give in.
"They found a gun of yours by Mrs. Fuhrer's car." He said, "They weren't sure it was you, but now everyone one will know."
"No, they won't." I said, pissed off. "Because you won't be moving for a long, long time." And, as if to prove my point, I clapped my hands and made the ice on his body extend to his neck, a fourth of an inch thicker than all the others'.
"Backup is on the way!" A man on my side announced. Mustangs entire new squad, filled with soldiers still loyal to him, gathered around, preparing to go out into the fight. I smiled at the captain of the enemy squad before shooting him in his right hand.
"Good luck ever shooting with that hand again," I said, before moving over to Mustang's little group. I stepped in right next to Mustang, who glanced at me when he finished his speech.
"Yo," I greeted. "Can I talk to you for a second?" Mustang threw a glance at the other people, and nodded before facing me again.
"Fine, but be quick," He said, following me as I waddled to the edge of the room.
"All joking aside," I said, looking into Mustang's eyes with utter seriousness. "I can't come with you any longer. I need to stay here and help infiltrate Headquarters." Mustang's eyes widened in surprise.
"What? Why?" He asked, confused. I pursed my lips.
"Remember when I told you I was from the other side of the gate?" I said, and Mustang nodded, still puzzled at where I was coming from. "Well, on the other side of the gate, there was this book written on this whole event." I gestured around, "Every little detail, down to the very basis of this event, was recapped in that book. I promise to show you after this is over, but for now, you'll have to trust me, because the one thing that wasn't in that book was me. And I'm going out to change this story for the better, and I would like to ask your permission on this."
"But where are you going?" Mustang asked, and I put a finger to my lips.
"That, I can't tell you." I said, "But I assure you, I'll see you again really soon." I put a hand on his shoulder, "I want you to trust me." After a moment of looking into my eyes, he grudgingly nodded.
"I guess I don't have much of a choice," He said with a sigh. "Just don't die I saluted him.
"Thank you, sir!" I said, my shoulders tensing. "I won't ever die while I still owe you!" With that, I spun on my heel, a grimly determined expression taking over my face.
I'm sorry, Mustang.
What's up guys? I'm back! I've been staying up the past few nights changing around plans for TGHB's end, and I am so exhausted from writing so much on my vacation ;n; but for my birthday, I got a new laptop, so it's been a lot easier to get things done!
So Lynette, huh? I wonder where she's going! And what's the apology for? You'll have to find out when the next chapter comes out!
Guys, I hyperventilated when I looked at my story statistics! Celebrating 90,000 views and finally, 200 followers! I still can't believe that two hundred people, maybe even more with all the anonymous followers, read my story! All of your comments are so sweet and encouraging that I was happy to pour all my time into something that all of you guys enjoyed! Each and every comment makes my day, and I'd like to thank you all :3
Enough with the mushiness, but I hope you look forward to the end! I've determined that the 80th chapter will be the final chapter, so the end is really closing in! It might take me a while to update, since the next chapters will be a bit lengthy, but I hope you're ready for it!
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