A/N: Woohoo! I am just as happy as noodle salad! Wheee! My spring break just started, and I have to take the SAT tomorrow! Joy! Groan… stupid noodle salad… Ok, now we're moving! Wasn't the last chapter sad? It almost made me cry! Sniff… anyway, continue to read and review! I have 7 more chapters I need to post tonight! Wheeee!

I do not own FMA – maybe some day, though…

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Chapter 2: "The New Alchemist"

Two years had passed since the death of their son, and Roy and Riza had both recovered from their separate yet similar wounds. The couple was getting ready to have their second child, and the possibility of the first incident happening again haunted Roy's mind. Havoc, guessing correctly as to what was bothering his superior and friend, gently reminded him of how improbable it would be that that would happen again.

"But not the entire group was captured – maybe they have a new way to get at us!"

"But, Roy, there haven't been any incidents since the majority of them were rounded up over a year ago; besides, you're using a family doctor this time, one you've known since before the Ishbal war, even! You know that everything will be ok this time."

"Yeah, I guess you're right… but still… I just don't feel right – like something's wrong…"

"You're just nervous. Relax, chief, everything's under control."

"Still, I'm not going to rest comfortably knowing that there are still terrorists out there who are going to do this sort of thing again! I – "

"Geez, calm down! You know, I really wonder what kind of father you're going to make… But besides, you're still got another six months left – I'm sure the rest will be rounded up by then."

"I sure hope so, Jean… I sure hope so…"

"General!" saluted a sergeant as he abruptly entered the room, "Sorry for the interruption, sir, but we have a problem!"
"Uh, oh…" muttered Jean.

"A problem? What kind of problem?" Roy responded nervously. He was still a little bit shaken up from the idea of the terrorists not all being accounted for.

"Well, sir, there's a girl out front who's demanding that we allow her to see you. She says it's important, but she also said something about earning a State Alchemist title. We told her to go to the military information office to sign up properly, but she refused. What do you want us to do, sir?"

"State Alchemist, huh? How old is she?"

"We believe she's about 13 or 14, sir."

Jean let out a long, low whistle. No one that young had ever applied to be a State Alchemist; no one since…

"Well, then, tell her this: If she can get past all of the guards stationed in the hallways up to my office, then I'll see her. If she can't, she's to be thrown out immediately."

"But, sir!" the sergeant exclaimed.

"Just tell her – I'll make an announcement to all the staff over the intercom. That is all."

"Y-yes, sir!" stammered the officer as he saluted and turned to go out the door.

"What do you have in mind, Roy? Five floors, about ten guards per floor – she'll get creamed!" Jean demanded of his superior officer.

"Simple. I'm just testing her to see if she's worth anything."

"You should've just signed those papers about the recruitment policy like I asked…" sighed Jean as Roy boomed out over the intercom:

"Attention all staff and personnel: a potential State Alchemist will be coming through the halls shortly. Staff is asked to remain inside their offices until further notice, and all security is asked to maintain their posts and prevent the alchemist from gaining admittance to the fifth floor and to my office. Use force as necessary. That is all."

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Five minutes later a young girl marched her way up to the general's office, leaving a sea of bruised and bloodied soldiers in her wake.

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The End. Hope you like it! Let me know if anyone is OOC or if there are any passages that don't make sense. Thx! (NO flames, please! Unless they're from Roy! Lol!)