Roy Mustang checked his watch again for the millionth time in the last few minutes. He glanced around a moment later. He didn't see his lieutenant but that had been the plan from the start. It wouldn't be very helpful to have a visible sniper. It would sort of defeat the purpose of the sniper.
The half-falling-apart-half-about-to-fall-apart warehouse before him was creaking in the wind. Perfect. I love creepy warehouses. He rolled his eyes and almost heard the sarcasm in his own mind's voice.
"Fullmetal, sometimes I'm tempted to leave you in these kinds of situations," Roy muttered under his breath. It wasn't that Fullmetal was always in trouble like this, but when he was, it was annoying.
The kid was smart enough not to get in these situations, but he somehow managed to get into them anyway. He wasn't careful enough sometimes.
Roy sighed, rubbing his finger and thumb together. He didn't have his gloves on, but it was a long developed habit. It had been clearly stated that Mustang was not to bring his gloves. A gun was not mentioned, though, so there was one on his side in his jacket. He also had a pair of gloves on him of course.
Two pairs actually.
One was hidden in the inner chest pocket. That would be used most likely as a fake trail.
Another was in the lining of his coat. The seam wasn't sewn together strongly, so it would be an easy thing to break through. But it didn't even look like it had been re-sown ever.
He had his First Lieutenant to thank for the gloves in his coat. She was brilliant.
Roy opened the door to the warehouse in the next moment after another glance at his watch.. The handle nearly fell off in his hands. "This is one hell of a place. I think if I breathe too deeply this place will come down in a cloud of dust."
He wasn't even in the building for a minute when he heard a voice. "Oh, welcome, Colonel Mustang!" The booming male voice echoed around the room. Roy could swear the voice was stronger to his left.
He quickly gave Riza their hand signal that would tell her that the man was to his left. She was probably already training her rifle on that area.
"Where are you, Bastard? I want my subordinate back!" Roy didn't see the man anywhere. He was probably hanging just in the shadows with Fullmetal.
"Yes, yes, in time. He's here. I'm just keeping things..." The man sounded like he was looking for a word. "Simple and keeping myself safe because I doubt you want Fullmetal to show you just what his big, brilliant brain looks like. Unless you want me to blow a hole into his head? I would be happy to help with that."
Roy heard a gun cock in the silence. "That won't be necessary," Roy tried to answer as calmly as possible.
The man chuckled. "Just as I thought. But now toss me whatever gloves you have on your person."
"We had a deal. No gloves," Roy answered.
"Don't make me laugh. The Flame Alchemist without his gloves? That's rich. I doubt that you are even alone, which goes against one of our agreements. Now toss them down at my feet. We don't want anything going wrong, now do we?" Roy envisioned the gun being pressed harder into Edward's head. It didn't help that he heard a grunt. It didn't sound like Edward, though. It sounded off.
Roy sighed reluctantly and reached into his inner breast pocket, pulling out the gloves and tossing them at the man's feet. It was mostly for show, though. "I want to see him. You told me he was alive. I don't hear him."
The man smirked at the sight of the gloves. "Yes, of course. That's only to be expected. But I can assure you that he's alive and conscious even. I think he's just a bit embarrassed, though. Isn't that right, Fullmetal?"
There was a frustrated grunt from the boy.
Roy sighed slightly. So Fullmetal is definitely alive.
Roy was now just worried about what was up with Fullmetal. Also that he had a gun supposedly trained at his head. That was something they still had to think about. "I said I want to see him."
"Well, of course. Be patient. I'm beginning to wonder how you managed to become a Colonel."
Roy could hear the sound of choking and scraping.
A red-headed man came out of the shadows to Roy's left. Just as I thought.
He had a gun in one hand and was dragging a leash with the other.
Roy saw red when Fullmetal was dragged by the leash. The kid was keeping the collar from fully choking him with his flesh hand.
He whimpered and gasped in what was obviously pain. And Roy could see why. From where he was, he could see the broken wrist.
He swore.
Edward didn't look great. His nose was swollen and bloody. His automail was gone, leaving him two limbs down. He clearly had a broken wrist. Blood was all over Edward's chin, like he had been vomiting blood. And who knows how many bruises he had?
Fullmetal stayed silent, though, but for the muffled grunts.
"What did you do to him?"
"Fullmetal, why don't you tell him?" The man smirked. "Oh, yes. Should I give him the gift first?"
Edward didn't even try to answer.
The man dug into his pocket tossed whatever he pulled out on the ground in front of Roy so that it landed between his feet with a soft, nearly impossible to hear, thud.
Roy stared down at it in absolute horror. This was not what he had expected at all.
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