Hello my dear readers! I hope you all had a nice day today! My week started off pretty busy and I'm afraid it will end that way too .
Anyway, the story is slowly starting to develop, I'll include more interaction between Edward and Winry, more battle scenes, maybe even add flashbacks to Ed, Roy and Alphonse studying alchemy in university...etc.
Oh and in the NEXT CHAPTER GREED'S "REAL" (in this story) NAME WILL BE REVEALED! It's really nothing special, hell I almost feel sorry for all the hype around it but I find it cute ^^
ANSWERS TO REVIEWS:
AuthorBugsy: (giggles) hahah Yup they definitely will! :D
Curligurl0896: (grins) well..I've already revealed part of his name, "-yoku" ;)
Pouda-P: Hihi, ya know, I've actually revealed just a part of his "real" name already "-yoku"
QuinzMoon: Ah good evening there! :) I'm fine thanks, how are you? Haha Thank you very much I'm flattered! ;) I don't know, I think Greed would like a girl that was outgoing and had a bit of spunk and sass to her ^^ Yup that was our dear cute Envy at the end! Though I plan on making him a bit more attractive in my story (don't worry, he looks the same just maybe a bit taller :P) haha have a nice day! :D
KittyKatt Uzumaki: T_T THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AND LIKING MY STORY! :) haha I really appreciate the compliment! ;)
Enjoy!
The Soldier & The Civilian
"Hey Winry,
What do you think about video calls?"
The letter shook violently in her hands, Lena covering her mouth to try and muffle the laughter erupting from her throat, Riza grinned in amusement and Lan Fan covered her mouth, hiding a large grin. Mei's reaction was the best of all, she took a picture of the shell shocked Winry Rockbell and waved her phone around, "This is so going to be sent to my Alphonse!"
"I see Edward has grown bolder," Riza commented mockingly, hiding a smirk behind the rim of her cup of coffee.
Lan Fan giggled softly, sharing a look with the mischievous woman, "If he can make her blush and stutter like this, I wonder what he will do once they actually meet?" Mei squealed and high fived her excitedly, bouncing up and down on the couch.
"H-he wants to see me? ME?! B-but WHY?! I mean...how many letters did we send each-other? Six? Five? No wait...what? How much time did even pass? Three months? More? What year is it again?" Winry's mind was a jumbled mess of letters and words.
"I think he broke her," Lena commented, gently bumping her knuckles against Winry's head to snap the mechanic out of her thoughts.
"W-what?" Winry blinked slowly.
Lena grinned, "I recognize a love struck fool when I see one," she ruffled Winry's hair, making the blonde glare at her.
"I'm not a love struck fool! We just started writing each-other like...a few months ago!"
"6 months and 13 days," Riza answered curtly, sipping her coffee calmly.
Winry's eyes nearly bulged out of her head, "You're counting?!"
Riza gazed at her rather calmly, "...I'm keeping tabs for reports,"
"Reports?!" Winry tore at her hair, exasperation rolling off her in waves.
Lena shook her head, discreetly fist bumping Riza behind the protective barrier of the sofa, "Good one sharpshooter," Lena whispered, flashing a grin.
"Ugh, what do I do?! It's not like I can accept it right? We don't know each-other, we only wrote each-other letters, he's there at the border with his friends and other soldiers and...well what if he doesn't like me for my appearance?" she eyed her hair, then her tomboyish clothes then looked back at her friends.
Riza chuckled, "Calm down, Winry. Edward isn't someone to judge people based on their appearance," she tried reassuring the younger woman, but doubt was written all over her face.
"How do you know?" Winry sounded doubtful, sighing heavily. A sad look crossed Riza's face, eyes seemingly long gone, staring at a memory of the past.
"...Just trust me, I believe Edward has his heart in the right place," she smiled encouragingly and Winry frowned, not entirely convinced.
Lena leaned over the back of the sofa, looking at her insecure friend, "Hey, hey, hey, what's this I'm seeing? Stop looking so doubtful. You're usually far more confident when it's about your work, try being like that outside of it too will ya? Besides, from everything that Greed told me and from my own conversations and interactions with him I seriously don't peg him for-"
"Wait...you talked to him? You know him?" Winry blinked, shell shocked.
Lena blinked, nervousness creeping into her bones for not revealing that little detail to her friend, "Uh...well...I saw him a handful of times before...you know...yeah..." she whistled innocently, staring at the ceiling.
Winry tore at her hair frantically, "Why is it that all of my friends know Ed but I don't?! How comes I never saw him? Or why didn't you ever mention him before?" she looked at each one of her companions, crossing her arms over her chest.
Lan Fan scratched her cheek, "I thought we did...didn't we?" she rubbed her chin in thought, gaze downcast to think.
A light bulb lightened up in Mei's head, "Wait a minute! Of course we talked about him! We mentioned him a decent amount of times too!"
"When?!" Winry couldn't help but think the tiny woman finally started getting delusional.
"...Whenever we spoke of "that good friend" of Greed's or Ling's who was also in the military with them and who was incredibly smart? Or who used to be sensitive about his height? The same guy that we tried setting up a date with for you but you didn't even want to listen to us and that's why we never tried it?" Mei counted off on her fingers, all the women nodding in agreement at Winry's cherry red face.
"That was HIM?! I had no idea!" she buried her face in her hands, sighing heavily, Den nuzzled her knee, whining in unison, "Den...please don't tell me you actually agree with them?" another confirmative whine.
"Great...even my own dog is against me..." she rolled her eyes, "Anyway, isn't it too soon to... see each-other face-to-face?"
Lena smiled softly, "No, I don't think so. After all, you're merely acquaintances for now, you said you found him sympathetic, right? That's leading to friendship and I can tell you, once you get to know him, he's a pretty good friend," she grinned softly, "Oh and I guess he's not bad looking either, but I don't like blondes so..." she grinned proudly, "And I already got a man a hundred times finer than him,"
Watching Lena's victory-like pose and the words she just oh so proudly uttered reminded them all of a certain housewife which used to be their teacher in high school...Mrs. Curtis...
They shivered, rubbing at their arms at the scary memories they had of the woman who for some crazy reason kept calling herself a housewife and a "damn badass one" too.
"...Moving on..." Lan Fan cleared her throat, "I think you should consider the possibility, that way you can get to know each-other better and you can also see Alphonse, Mustang, Ling and Greed too," she smiled.
"Wait...I mean I like them but how does that benefit me?" Winry blinked in confusion.
The women sighed, shaking their heads and Mei spoke for all of them when she said, "Duh because we will be able to see our boyfriends and husbands too!"
"But you're not going to skype with us!" Winry shouted, throwing a pillow at Mei's face.
With a straight and rather serious face, Riza lifted her index finger into the air, "As a matter of fact, I would like to enforce a new law which dictates all of us to be present while you make your video calls with Edward,"
Everyone immediately agreed and cheered, except Winry.
"You'll be the death of me..." she shook her head and Den huffed, his teeth showing as he seemingly grinned at the prospect of his owner getting embarrassed by her friends.
The steady footfalls of Ed's footsteps thumped against the earth and crushed leaves beneath his combat boots as he made his rounds, rifle in hand and eyes sweeping over the trees carefully, each tree providing possible cover for any of his enemies lying in wait, ready to strike him down.
He could feel the biting wind from the north chilling his skin beneath his uniform slightly, but he had gotten used to the low temperatures by now. His missions in Xing had given him a near to resilience against high temperatures, thanks to the large dessert one needed to cross to even reach Xing. Him being stationed here near the border to the arctic country had given him similar abilities, though he still wasn't a fan of the cold.
With deadly precision Ed fired a shot toward a tree, imbedding the metal bullet in its woodsy depths and hitting where he thought a potential target was located. The rustling of leaves made his muscles tense in preparation to a fight, eyes narrowing for better sight and legs getting ready to run towards his assailant to quickly disarm and kill him.
However, the man that emerged from the trees wasn't necessarily an enemy, but his very presence didn't exactly bring Edward much comfort, "Kimblee?" he lowered his weapon, exiting his customary battle mode and regarding the still injured man questioningly.
Ed's patrol had taken him farther away from camp, forcing him into a grey area between enemy territory and their own, that's why Ed chose to travel alone. If Alphonse or any other member had gone with him, he would need to, not only watch out for his own safety, but for theirs too and that was simply too much of a risk in situations where the enemy may plan a surprise ambush.
The man, now dressed in white, stepped behind the cover of the tree and Ed's trained eyes could see how he was favoring his side, the side he had been bleeding from profusely not even two weeks ago.
"You should still be resting," Ed's firm voice sounded, remembering his position and Kimblee's injured condition.
Kimblee raised a hand calmly, gaze steady, "Relax, captain. I'm well enough to walk and the scent of disinfectant and herbs has been giving me a headache," Kimblee smiled, "I've seen you walking out of the tent so I chose to follow you,"
Ed rose an eyebrow, "Why? You know enemies may be lurking around and I don't need an extra burden should it come down to a fight," Ed's gaze traveled over the area again.
Kimblee frowned at being called a "burden", "Indeed, but they surely won't attack tonight. There's too much turmoil within their own ranks," confusion washed over Ed.
"What do you mean?"
"Before Sloth attacked, I've seen their troops in the distance, heading for the Fort, however they must have seen Sloth, dressed in our uniform and noticed his enormous size and physical strength. I doubt they witnessed him attacking us, otherwise they would have seized the opportunity and joined in," he chuckled but winced and gingerly held his side.
Edward scoffed, "From what I heard, Sloth came from underground, under the Fort. How were they able to see him outside before he wrecked the place?" he crossed his arms, rifle slung over the broad expanse of his back.
Kimblee released a thoughtful hum, "Perhaps he had gained access by digging a hole from the outside? Because of the turmoil, I doubt Briggs men checked the area around their own walls,"
It was a possibility, Ed had to admit. Fort Briggs wasn't called for naught their "most powerful defense", it's size reached near to unimaginable heights and width, scouting out for any abnormalities in the snow far down the walls would take a considerable amount of men and a considerable amount of time. Time and men they currently were very reluctant to give freely.
"You could be right, I'll send a notice to Olivier in the morning about it," Ed looked back at the way he had come from, "We should head back, you need to rest,"
Ed had just turned around to start heading back when Kimblee's voice had stopped him, "What about Greed?" the tone of his voice didn't suggest anything good.
The fine hairs of the back of his neck raised slightly, "What about him?" he carefully kept his voice neutral, not betraying any emotion.
Kimblee noticed, "Is he branded a traitor?" the amusement lacing his words was fake, trying to hide his disdain over Greed's actions.
Ed chose to keep it short, "No,"
"Why not?" Kimblee retaliated.
"Because he did nothing wrong,"
Kimblee's voice suddenly rose ever so slightly, "You call sabotaging a mission and keeping vital information concerning the war nothing wrong?" the sharp bite Kimblee was known for was back and that feeling of discomfort came back.
Kimblee wasn't the nicest person in the world, he was ruthless on the battlefield, a harsh realist through and through, smart, very well read and a exceptional soldier. What he lacked in social skills he made up in insanity and bloodthirstiness. He had plenty of that.
But Kimblee also never took sides, a trait Edward certainly appreciated in many situations, if Kimblee was one thing it was rational.
"I can't change your opinion of him or dictate your ways of thinking and analyzing things, but I can just say to give him another try. Everyone deserves a second chance, isn't that right Kimblee?" the injured man frowned, looking like a scolded child.
He hummed, wisely keeping his mouth shut as both Edward and him headed back to camp.
They never noticed the glowing red eyes watching them.
"Hmm...seems like little ol' Greed's been unfaithful to his master?" the chuckle of the unknown male caused the curvaceous woman behind him to smirk.
"Indeed...it would seem so. Internal strife is any party's certain death," her deep, seductive chuckle sounded through the quiet forest, "Envy, let's pay his lover a visit shall we?" her eyes twinkled in mischief and mirth, red painted lips stretching into a sharp grin.
The man called Envy had a sadistic look in his eyes, "But I'll do the talking," he grinned wickedly.
A knock sounded on the door and the blonde lifted her head, "Yes?" her clear voice gave the word and the person opened the door.
It was Bradley.
Riza stiffened, discreetly hiding the slip of paper she had been writing in code to Mrs. Mustang, "General, what can I do for you?" she made sure to keep her tone as calm as possible, her posture straight but not stiff.
Bradley's kind smile was on its usual place, but something felt off this time, "Hello there Lieutenant General Mustang," he smiled, "I've been wondering how your dear husband and his troops are faring up at north? Any incidents I should know of?"
Riza relaxed slightly, but only slightly, "None as of yet, sir. General Mustang informed me of Major General Greed's full recovery after two weeks of recuperation. For now, they are devising a plan on how to interrogate the captive,"
Bradley's eyebrow rose, "Captive?"
"Yes, they managed to subdue and capture a unknown soldier that had attacked them at Fort Briggs,"
Bradley's eye beneath his eye path pulsed, "...Do we know what allegiance that soldier answers to?"
Riza's answer was firm, "No,"
Bradley hummed thoughtfully, "His uniform hadn't given him away? Usually rogue soldiers are very rare to sight...much less attack such a large troop..." his eyes met Riza's.
The woman didn't falter in the least, "If I may remind you, sir, the party that General Mustang sent to Fort Briggs had only consisted of three men, not a very large troop. Perhaps the rogue had been too confident,"
Bradley looked skeptical, "I see...any information from the rogue?"
"Not presently, no. He refuses to speak," her eyes narrowed the slightest bit.
Bradley's usual aura of kindness suddenly enveloped him like a halo, "Ah, I see. Thank you Lieutenant General, keep me updated on the rouge soldier will you?" Riza nodded wordlessly and Bradley stepped out of her office, closing the door behind him firmly.
Riza waited several minutes until she dared to relax, breathing once deeply to calm her nerves and quickly retrieve the slip of paper she had tucked between two files in a small compartment under her desk.
"I spoke to the king today and I realized, the king knows everything. I've also heard a old lady sharing her thoughts on a few paragraphs of the bible with me, she said that lazing around is considered to be a sin, Roy,"
With narrowed eyes, Riza signed her name down at the bottom and quickly called for her trusted assistant, Rebecca.
"Hey there Riza! What's up?" the brunette casually saluted and grinned.
Riza's seriousness didn't go unnoticed, "Rebecca, I need you to send this urgently to Roy. Tell the parcel office that this is priority and for his eyes only," she held out the slip of the sealed letter to her friend.
Rebecca nodded seriously, clicking her boots together and saluting, "Understood, it will be done immediately Riza," the blonde relaxed slightly, knowing she could trust her friend.
As soon as Rebecca marched out of her office, Riza leaned back in her chair, clasping her hands together and resting her elbows against the armrests.
"Bradley knows Sloth,"
Her eyes narrowed.
"You dare disobey me?" dark icy blue eyes glared down at the cowering, injured soldier before him.
The insignia of his country proudly adorned his dark green uniform, the fearless and vicious bear with a red star in its center, growling at any and all enemies it lays its eyes on.
"N-no, s-sir but please understand w-we have retreated because we s-saw that, that monster and-"
The leader harshly grabbed the terrified man by his collar, mercilessly shaking him and head butting him hard only to growl at his face, "We do not get scared of fantasies. We are those monsters! And we shall triumph over them! There is no such thing as some monster! Those stupid backwater Amestrians lack that kind of power!" he viciously threw the soldier to the ground, lifting his fist into the air and releasing a mighty roar reminiscent of a real bear.
"We don't get frightened! Because we shall overthrow Bradley and his minions! We shall rebuild the glory once possessed by our family! We shall fight and bare our teeth to all and any who oppose us!" he slammed the hilt of his sword, a menacing looking broad sword, to the ground, glinting harshly within the chilling climate their country was known for.
"We are Drachma! The mightiest of all!" in a display of power and dominance, he lifted his sword into the air, tip pointing in the direction of where Fort Briggs is located farther away at the border.
With the roars and battle cries of his men echoing in his ears, he smirked, "I shall find you Bradley and eliminate you," he retrieved a necklace from his pocket, tightly clenched in his fist, "And you shall pay for ever stepping foot into my precious land,"
With his men's loud roars and cries of battle and anger, the leader of Drachma laughed, his menacing laughter carried by the wind and echoing throughout the icy mountains lining his territory as Drachma shook with the bloodlust of its leader.
3 days later...
Edward smirked, subtly tapping his foot against the earth as he watched the courier he had given his letter to briskly leave the base, straight toward a chopper waiting for him in the distance.
It was the day where they were collecting letters and parcels from their side and sending them to Amestris, finally, Edward had waited long enough, he had finished writing his letter the night before, quite anxious if he thought back on it now.
He was pacing through the tent again, nearly making holes appear in the earth. Roy threw a scrunched up piece of paper at his head, making it bounce off of it and land harmlessly on the floor. That didn't even faze him, he continued making his rounds, or holes, pacing back and forth.
Greed hurled something far deadlier than just a paper ball at him, the small hunting knife bounced harmlessly with a loud screeching noise off of Ed's raised arm, clanking loudly to the ground.
Ed glared lethally at Greed, who was sprawled across Ling's bed lazily, examining his nails and shooting his superior a brief look, "If you don't stop making holes in the ground I will hurt you,"
Ed lifted his arm for emphasis, "Nice try," he scoffed and continued, hands behind his back, his pace seemed faster now.
Hughes suddenly poked his head in, grinning widely, "Hello there adorable freaks! How's it going huh?" his gaze zeroed in on a pacing Ed.
Roy sighed, "Our lovestruck princess here can't seem to write any poems today," Ed shot Mustang "the look" for that comment.
Hughes laughed, stepping in and slinging an arm around the shorter male, making him frown comically, "Oh Edward my boy! Being in love is the most wonderful thing in the world! Say, have I showed you a picture of my super cute wife?! Oh! What about Elicia!? Look at her! Look at this adorable cuteness! HA! That's my little girl!" Hughes grinned widely, proudly pressing photos of his two favorite girls in Ed's face.
Ed tried to shove Hughes face and photos out of his personal space, sometimes the man just didn't know the definition of personal space. Roy smirked, chuckling at the scene.
"Anyway, what's this I'm hearing about love poems hm? I thought you were just writing letters back and forth! Roy! Why didn't you update me on this new development?!" he pointed a accusing finger at his best friend, who sighed and smiled languidly.
Roy grinned like a cat when Edward growled, "Hey! I'm not a lovestruck princess alright?! And I don't write any love poems either! I'm just trying to figure out what to write back that's all. Tomorrow they're coming to collect letters so I have to finish it till tomorrow," Ed sighed, sitting down at his desk.
Hughes, for the time being, turned thoughtful, rubbing his slightly stubbed chin.
"I see..." Hughes moved closer and rested a hand on Ed's shoulder, "Well, let me give you some advice on wooing a lady Edward," he lifted his index finger and Roy shook his head, Hughes was in preaching mode, "Women like to be wooed and showed affection to, but that doesn't mean that every woman necessarily likes the same things. I can guess she isn't your normal town girl when I last read a few sentences-"
"When the hell did you read my letters?!" Ed shouted mid Hughes preaching.
"-so that means you have to use different methods to win her heart! I suggest asking her about her hobbies, interests and the like. I read she's a mechanic, correct? Try to write a bit about her work, ask her how her daily life looks like, if there was anything new at work and the likes. Women such as her are more than likely to be busy during the day, working on repairing cars and other things. Or..." he grinned, "...you could ask her friends about her reactions to your letters, see if perhaps she loves you too!" he made silly kissy faces at Ed, who growled and shoved the older man away.
Alphonse laughed, grinning awkwardly at the pissed look on his brother's face, "I actually think that's a great idea brother!"
"You can't be serious Al! Not you too!" Ed groaned, his forehead coming into contact with his propped arm on the table.
Greed sighed loudly, dramatically and rolled over on his stomach to look at Ed in boredom, "I say you guys take the next step and make video calls,"
Ed turned around, "Eh?" he looked weirdly at the Xingese soldier, "...video calls?"
Greed rolled his eyes, " What are you? From the 16th century? Yes, video calls cap." He retorted dryly, eyes bored.
Ed frowned, scoffing in annoyance, "I know what video calls are! Just...ugh!" he ran a hand through his hair, "I just...I can't ask her that! It's too soon! She'll think I'm some pervert or something!"
Greed yawned, "Grow up! You're two adults that wrote back and forth for over three months, some time you gotta actually see each-other, even if it's not face to face at the moment." Greed's gaze softened a bit, "Besides, concerning the nature of our job, every day not trying to communicate with each-other is a day wasted,"
A look of understanding crossed Edward's face and he fell silent, turning back around to avoid showing his team the conflicting emotions playing across his features. Alphonse adopted a worried look.
"Brother?" came the soft, uncertain voice.
"...I think you're right,"
Greed turned his head in Ed's direction curiously but Ed remained with his back turned to him.
"...Maybe I should ask her if she wants to skype...maybe it won't be so bad..." slowly Ed took the pen sitting on his desk and retrieved a fresh piece of paper from his drawer.
Greed blinked, sharing a astonished look with Ling, who shrugged and continued eating his berries, "I think those are poisoned," Greed deadpanned before he turned his attention to Ed, ignoring the now coughing and hyperventilating Ling beside him.
"So, you're really gonna ask her huh?" Greed asked tentavly, ignoring his panicking twin.
"Yeah..." Ed replied almost in a daze, too focused on his task to notice his younger brother trying frantically to calm down the still panicking twin, who was scared shitless about the supposedly "poisonous" berries he ate half a bowl full.
Greed smirked softly, there was something familiar about the way Ed was thinking deeply on what to write to that woman, even if he didn't know her well or never saw her. It reminded him a bit of himself, back when his and Lena's relationship had still been new and he was trying his best to woo her. He chuckled, thinking how often they had gotten into petty arguments, most of them, unsurprisingly, revolving around food, sleeping positions and about getting a pet dog so she wouldn't be lonely when he left.
He still remembered how many times he woke up in the morning only, instead of seeing her beautiful face next to his, he was greeted with either her foot shoved against his jaw or her laying half sprawled on top of him, sheets tangled between their legs and pillows askew.
He could never get over the fact that that woman changed her position of sleeping in the middle of her deep sleep, either way he was the victim of a uncoordinated kick or she would hug him like a teddy bear and they would sometimes wake up on the floor from all that rolling around.
His gaze moved to his own small night desk next to his bed, particularly the second drawer from the top. His expression softened, a painful tugging at his heart reminded him what was inside.
To distract himself from his thoughts, he chose to watch how Hughes was annoying the living daylights out of Edward, who desperately tried to hide what he had wrote in his letter.
Greed chuckled, kids these days...
Ed shook his head, sighing and rubbing his forehead. His team sure was more than a handful, but they were all good people through and through and he wouldn't trade them in for the world.
"Brother? Something happened," he turned around, spotting Alphonse holding a tattered piece of paper in his hands, a grim, concerned expression on his young face.
Trepidation settled in Ed, wondering why his brother looked so worried over whatever was written on that paper.
Slowly, Ed took the letter from him, but instead of looking at words, he was looking at a single symbol and what appeared to be spots of blood in the right corner.
We are coming.
Ice flooded his very veins and settled into a tightly forming knot at the center of his stomach, his gloved hands clutched the letter tightly, grip shivering and shaking.
He didn't need to think too long on who was meant by that. He knew who was coming.
It was Drachma.
Roy's gaze carefully scanned Riza's encoded message, running over the words and the letters highlighted in them.
"I spoke to the king today and I realized, the king knows everything. I've also heard a old lady sharing her thoughts on a few paragraphs of the bible with me, she said that lazing around is considered to be a sin, Roy,"
On a smaller separate piece of paper, Roy wrote down the real message his wife tried to tell him.
"King is Bradley...Bradley knows everything?" Roy's eyebrows furrowed, what did he know? He read over the sentence again, the last lines were confusing.
"Lazing around? Sin? What could she mean by that?" Roy thought hard, she never wrote him something like this before, the nature of the coded message was peculiar at best.
Lazy? Sin? Was Bradley lazing around? Roy shook his head, "No time for jokes now," he told himself firmly.
Hm...lazy...sin...being lazy is a sin...why would she use a religions reference here...sin...committing a sin...
"Bradley knows...he knows...about what...sins...lazy...being lazy is a sin...the bible...being indolent is considered a sin in the bible..."
For several seconds, nothing happened, until Roy's eyes widened at what he finally discovered.
"Sin! Sin! That's right! The sin of laziness! The sin of sloth!" dark eyes widened to the size of saucers and he quickly wrote down the decoded message.
"Bradley knows about Sloth,"
Quickly, he burned both letters and rushed outside, quickly finding Hughes and Edward.
"Edward! Hughes!" both men turned around to catch Roy rushing towards them, they met him halfway, wondering why he seemed in distress.
"What happened?" Ed's expression was grim as if he had bad news to tell. Roy promised himself he would ask him as soon as he told him his own bad news.
"Riza sent me a message. Bradley knows about Sloth," both Hughes' and Ed's eyes widened.
"What? How is that possible? Nobody but us know who Sloth is or for who he is working for!" Hughes whisper-shouted to his friend, looking around.
Roy grit his teeth, "I don't know how he found out, but we need to make sure Sloth is still in his cell,"
Ed and Hughes nodded and followed Roy briskly to the barracks a little ways to the east of their base, where tents were set up with cells in them to function as "prisons" for captives that were considered dangerous or very aggressive.
The first thing they all saw was the body of the now dead guard at the front of the tent, their speed picked up as they rushed inside.
What greeted them was a empty cell door and a single old tattered piece of paper reading, "See you soon,"
This wasn't good.
Finished for now! Hope everyone liked it! Opinions and future suggestions are welcome! What do you think what's up with Drachma and Bradley now? What could happen next? O.O