Great Locomotive Chase
I do not own anything. All content is based off of "Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood" all rights (copyrights) go to the producers. This is inspired by the song "Great Locomotive Chase" by Robert W. Smith. Apparently it was something that actually happened in the civil war.
Summary: Roy is now a General. The military, which has been losing trains like crazy in Briggs. Roy can become Fuhrer if he can solve the problem, and the plan is being prepared, except for one problem. They need a sniper as good as Riza Hawkeye. Roy won't let Hawkeye switch teams. Hawkeye does it anyways. Permanently.
Chapter 2:
Hawkeye stepped into the armory and scanned the guns. She immediately went for the one she saw as the best rifle. Just as Hawkeye grabbed the gun, a hand slammed into the wall next to the storage compartment, and a gruff voice growled, "What the hell do you think you're doing with my gun?!"
Hawkeye turned to look at somebody's chest. She looked upward to see a man of at least 6 foot 5, bulging with way too much muscle for a sniper.
Now, you must be asking, why is he being so rude to Hawkeye, who's now a Lieutenant General, which is right under General? Hawkeye wasn't wearing her uniform jacket because it was being embroidered with the insignia of her new rank. Therefore, in just her uniform pants, half the people had assumed she was a new cadet, with four pistols strapped to her body. (Of course, they didn't know she had two more, as well as one throwing knife in each boot.)
"The guns are first come first server. There is no assignment for the guns,"Hawkeye answered.
"The best sniper should get the best gun. Common sense,"the guy declared.
"Sure. If you think you're the best here, we can compete,"Hawkeye answered, without showing any emotion.
Now most every soldier, not just the snipers were watching, and half of them laughed nervously. It seemed everyone was afraid of the man in front of her. "Fine. We can take turns with this rifle,"the guy grunted.
"No need. I can beat you with one of my pistols,"the Lieutenant General answered.
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Several minutes later, Hawkeye and the guy stood at one end of the mess hall, a crowd of soldiers behind them, five cans on a table at the other end of the cafeteria. And the mess hall was BIG. Way more than 95 feet long.
"I'm Smith, the best sniper next to Hawkeye in the East,"Smith said. "Whoever hits the most cans first is the winner."
There were six members of the sniping team total, all of which were behind Smith. Everyone jeered at Hawkeye, eyeing her.
A man and woman stepped up, cadets that looked just of age to join the military. They glanced at Smith nervously before the man said, "Please…. Don't do this."
The woman agreed, "We were newest before you came. He's really good at this, you can't cross him like we did. He took us under his command and we're like his dogs now."
Smith growled at them, and both of them seemed to shift slightly so that Hawkeye was between them and Smith.
One of the snipers stepped forward counting, "3, 2, 1, GO!"
While Smith already had his sniper rifle out, Riza had to pull her pistol out, but that practiced motion barely took her a second, whereas Smith needed time to aim, Riza had no need to, and could accurately guess where she need to aim just by glancing at her target. At least as long as it was under 150 feet.
Within 10 seconds, that it took Smith to aim and shoot two cans, Riza had taken out her gun, loaded it, shot three. Although everyone didn't know, Riza had gone easy. Meaning, she had been going extremely slowly at a turtle's pace compared to her regular speed. She could easily fire 5 bullets casually in that time. And when she was actually trying, she could shoot 12.
Smith roared, "That's it, Cadet! I've had enough with you! I wasn't even going hard on you and you were CHEATING! YOU-..."
He trailed off and his face whitened as he saw over Riza's shoulder, somebody in the doorway. That somebody walked forward, heels of the military boots clicking.
Everyone snapped to attention except Riza. She simply turned around with an expressionless face, and greeted with a nod of her head, "General Armstrong."
Armstrong tilted her head slightly in acknowledgement before turning to Smith. "You do realize, Captain… That you are talking to Lieutenant General Riza Hawkeye like a Cadet?"
The Ice Queen did not show any anger. She simply looked amused as she watched Smith's reaction of panic and terror. Then, after taking in his reaction, she cunningly turned to the cans which were shot.
"What is this? Child's play? No. This won't do under my command. You need a living person to fight against to prove you skills!"Armstrong jeered. "No. That really won't do. To test your skills and ability to fight under my command, both Hawkeye and Smith, you will fight against me."
Armstrong looked at Riza as she said this. Something in the cunning grin of Armstrong's Riza recognized from their cadet years. Riza nodded, pulling an a smirk of her own, and turning on Smith as well. "Yes. Captain Smith, what do you think?"
Smith looked like a cornered dog, and some may have argued they heard a whimper from him as he nodded, because he really had no other choice.
"Alright. Whoever can get me in lesser time wins,"Armstrong announced, walking to where the cans were.
"Hawkeye first! 3,2,1-..."
The General had no need to continue, because Hawkeye had already reloaded her gun and started shooting. Armstrong whipped out her sword, deflecting them as fast and strategically as Hawkeye, who was shooting as far as the sword was each time as she could, all the while remaining random.
On it went, Armstrong whipping around to deflect each perfectly aimed bullet. Hawkeye fired the last of the pistol she was using, dropping it onto the ground while each hand reached for two of the 3 visible ones left, starting to shoot with both hands. Finally, Olivier moved from place, jumping, running, ducking, dodging, and dashing behind cafeteria tables to dodge and deflect bullets, but she didn't charge at Riza yet, because she knew if she did so, she'd never be able to dodge all the bullets Riza would very accurately and rapidly shoot. Why? Because they'd done this before. With paintballs.
Riza pulled her last visible hand gun out with her left hand, but reached for another strapped to her leg, continuing the intolerably loud, fast, and explosive hail of fire on General Armstrong, pretty much destroying the the cafeteria, which wasn't good, considering the supply trains were still being stolen near the border. And Fort Briggs was still under-supplied.
Discarding the two guns, she reached for the last one with her right hand, shooting one only, Olivier Armstrong finally started advancing while Riza shot, so that it actually looked like she was dancing around the tables with her uniform coat whipping around her.
Then...Riza's gun ran out of bullets. She dropped her gun, and dropped to the ground, as if to reach for one of her dropped guns and reload, and everyone held their breath as General Armstrong charged at Riza, but then Hawkeye jumped back up, pulling throwing knives from each boot, throwing them at a startled General. Before the General could shift her charge due to the momentum, the throwing knives hit the blade of the sword so that it twisted in a way that forced the General to drop her blade.
Hawkeye and Armstrong stood, breathing hard, staring at each other, reaching a conclusion threw their staring contest.
"That was fun,"Hawkeye shrugged as she bent down to pick up her guns.
"Interesting. I actually did better than usual…"Armstrong mumbled. Then General Armstrong asked Smith commandingly, "Are you sure you still want to compete?"
Smith shook his head wildly.
Armstrong snapped her finger and one of the soldiers who had followed her in stepped up to Riza, who was putting her guns back into place, handing Hawkeye her uniform jacket. Hawkeye nodded in appreciation before standing up and pulling it on. The General started walking out and Hawkeye started to follow, but then she looked back at the two who had tried to warn her.
Loudly and on purposely, she asked, "General, since I've been promoted, don't I need some people to help me?"
Armstrong turned around with one eyebrow raised in question, but still answered, "Yes… I suppose you do. Do you have somebody in mind?"
Hawkeye nodded to the young man and woman. "Them,"she answered, before walking out, not even waiting for Armstrong.
To be honest, I love the character of Hawkeye.
-Dr.V
