Bad Idea

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Chapter 16: The First Day of the Deal

Alice sighed, trying to suppress her sadness before unlocking the door and slowly opening it. As expected, the sun's light rays shone on the dark cherrywood floor of her old apartment. The sound of her high heeled boots on the wooden floor was the only noise in the lonely dark room. She turned on the lights and looked around the room. As expected, everything was just as it was the last time that she was there. It was as if time had frozen; there was hardly even any dust.
She sighed as she sat on the couch, remembering the days she spent there with Solf and her beloved python Sal. Sal was the first to leave; he led a good, long life, happily staying at Alice's side. Such memories nearly made her cry, but she stopped herself, determined not to cry. She stood up, remembering her reason for returning, and walked into the bedroom. "It's been a while," she said as though she were talking to someone hidden in the darkness of the room. She turned on the light and looked around at the room, which hadn't been cleaned in years.
She opened her closet door, and pulled out a small suitcase, then packed a few things before zipping the bag. As she picked the bag up from where it sat on the bed, she noticed a picture in a black skull covered frame. She was close to crying again when she looked at the photograph of her and Solf playing in the snow when they were children. Alice remembered that day very clearly, and what saddened her the most was not in the photograph, but behind the camera that was taking it. That was at a time where Solf's parents were home very often. They all spent so much time together before Alice and Solf grew older. After that, his parents travelled more often for work and their other 'personal project.'
Both Alice and Solf knew what they were doing, and after many years, so did the military police. For a long time, starting well before Solf was born, his parents were serial killers. Unlike Solf, they did their work in secrecy, not leaving any trace of their involvement, but one day, when Solf was about eighteen years old, they were less careful, and the detective on one murder case discovered their identities; however, to this day, no one ever connected them to any of their other victims cases.
Alice remembered their voices as if they were there, and their final words to her were deeply embedded into her mind; "take care of Solf," was what they told her, and she promised that she would, but at that moment, feeling the emptiness of the apartment that she once shared with Solf and remembering everything that's happened to her and Solf since that day, she suddenly felt that she had broken her promise. She felt that it was her fault for letting him join the military, which ultimately led to his arrest at the end of the war.
"I'm sorry," she said with tears flowing down her cheeks. "I couldn't keep my promise," she added, as though Solf's parents were in the apartment with her.
After a moment or so, Alice's tears finally stopped. She took a deep breath before going to the bathroom to fix her makeup. Once she looked like her usual self again, she grabbed her bag and left the apartment, making sure to lock the door and windows before leaving. She had already gotten Roy's car from the restaurant parking lot, so she tossed her bag in the back seat before driving back to Roy's apartment.

Over at Central Command center, Roy tried to seem like he had not been drinking the night before. To hide the pain he felt from the light shining in his eyes, Roy walked in with a slight smile, humming softly.
"You're late, sir," Riza said without even glancing up at him. "Your work is on your desk."
"Thanks," Roy said with much less sarcasm than usual. He sat at his desk, still seemingly happy, and began working on his paperwork.
"Looks like someone had a good time earlier," Jean commented with a smirk. "So who was it," he asked Roy.
"What do you mean," Roy asked as though he didn't know. He kept working while Jean talked to him.
"You know what I mean," Jean said with another smirk. "There's only one reason for you not trying to make us do all of your paperwork."
"Well, that is one option," Roy replied, "but there are other options."
"Like what," Jean continued trying to get an answer from his superior.
"Get back to work," Riza said to both of them in her usual strict tone. "I don't care what you talk about, but don't get distracted from your work."
"Fine," Jean mumbled as he went back to work, occasionally glancing up at his oddly hard-working superior.
At lunch time, Riza got her coat and left the office in silence, while the others tried to get information from Roy about his date.
"There's nothing to say, so please step aside," Roy said to his men. "I'd like to be able to eat during my lunch break." With that, he left the office, walking towards the cafeteria.
"Damn, she must be hot if he's not even talking about her," Jean said once their superior disappeared down the hall.
"What do you mean," Furey asked.
"If Roy Mustang isn't bragging about whatever chick he has now, there's gotta be a special reason," Jean replied.
"Maybe she's not like normal people," Falman suggested.
"Maybe she's famous," Breda added.
"Wouldn't he be bragging about dating a celebrity," Jean asked.
"Not really," Furey said, "Colonel Mustang may be famous too, but a lot of celebrities do like to keep their private lives private, and I think two famous people would be more careful about it."
The others looked at Furey as though he just spoke an unknown language.
"What? I may not know a lot about this stuff, but I can make some likely estimations," Furey replied, thinking everyone should've known what he meant.
"Furey, sometimes you're a little too weird," Breda said before walking out of the office.