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"Ah, Sciezka. I need your help finding some records for me."

"Ah- Oh, I'm sorry, Officer. I'm a little busy here, what with the fire- could you take these a second?"

Archer took the box of slightly charred folders from her, and frowned. "Fire?"

Sciezka nodded. "Yes... haven't you heard? There was a fire in the records department last night. They think it was caused by faulty wiring. What did you need again?"

Archer's frown deepened. "I needed you to look up some records for me. How many of the files were damaged?"

"Well, sir, they got the fire under control pretty quickly, but nearly all of the newer records have been damaged. If it's an older file you were looking for, though, then I might be able to find it for you."

Archer shook his head. "It's the murder case- Dante Bolton." he said.

Sciezka looked thoughtful for a moment- and then shook her head. "Sorry sir, that's one of the ones that was destroyed."

"I see. Is it on the computer system?"

"The wiring problem that caused the fire was from the computer- they're utterly destroyed, I'm afraid." said Sciezka.

"There's no way to retrieve the record at all? Wait- what about your memory, Sciezka?"

"I terribly sorry, sir, but I didn't get round to reading that one." she told him. "I'm sorry to say that any of the records in that fire have been lost forever. I hope it wasn't important."

Archer scowled. "It... No. It wasn't important. But Sciezka, if by chance you do manage to retrieve it, please do tell me. It would be... very helpful."

"Yes sir." Sciezka nodded dutifully. "Oh- I'll take those files back now, sir."

Archer handed her the box of records. "Inform me if you find anything, Sciezka. Now, I must get back to work."

"Goodbye sir, I'm sorry I couldn't help you!" Sciezka called after him. As soon as he was gone, she set down the box and rifled through until she found the file she was searching for- Case M87905b: Murder of Dante Bolton. She picked up the phone and dialled a number.

"Officer Hughes? It's Sciezka. I've got those records you were after..."

"What's eatin' you?" asked Kimblee with an amused smirk on his face. "Those kids still not answering your questions?"

"They haven't said a word," Archer nearly growled, "And the records I need were destroyed in a fire last night. We've got no evidence," he frowned. "We can't keep them here."

Kimblee snickered. "Tough luck. I'll tell Tucker to let them out."

Archer nodded. "We've got no choice." he sighed. "Take them home."

"Haven't we been through this already?" Envy asked when Tucker arrived. "We're. Not. Talking. We've already been questioned!"

"Ah, yes," said Tucker in a soft, rasping voice. "Yes, of course... I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience... it seems that we're missing a few records, so we're sending you home for the time being."

"You're... sending us home?" Al asked cautiously. Tucker nodded.

"Yes. As I said, we're terribly sorry about this... there's been a problem, we'll have to continue this at a later date, I'm afraid. Please, follow me."

The three Elrics concealed their grins and stood, following Tucker out of the room.