"Jean--you have to get here--NOW!"

That was Havoc's only warning before the line went dead. Without any further thought, he grabbed his firearms and dashed into Major Armstrong's office. "Sir, we have trouble at Hawkeye's place!"

"Get the truck--I'll get help--" Havoc was gone before Armstrong could finish.

The Strongarm Alchemist rounded up the best Quick Reactionary Force he could and the small convoy, along with the police, and headed out in a matter of minutes.

While Havoc and Armstrong's convoy raced its way to the apartment, Riza was in the kitchen, shoving aside boxes to find her other extra pistol and rounds when she heard shots fired and the 'whooshing' of swords.

Finally finding them, she loaded her weapon and dashed towards the stairs, Riza heard someone--Roy--snap him fingers. A burst of heat found its way down to her. She was unsure--the first time in her life--of whether or not to go up the stairs. One loud thump, followed by a softer one, snapped Riza from her indecisiveness and she dashed--backwards, as Roy had-- up the stairs--

-- to find Roy sitting against the far wall, eyes closed, bleeding from two deep cuts in his chest and a stab wound to his stomach. "Oh God, no... Roy..." Riza dropped her pistol and dashed to Roy's side, nearly tripping over a pile of ashes and bones, presumably the former President.

"Talk to me..." she pleaded as she gently lay Mustang down on the floor; he coughed up blood. She ripped off what remained of his military shirt and pressed the scraps to his wounds in an effort to slow the bleeding. It didn't help--the wounds were too deep. "Roy, no... Don't leave me...please, I need you..."

"...you're strong... Riza..." Roy barely whispered, blood trickling from his mouth. Weakly, he put his bloody hand over Riza's on his wounds. "...you'll make it..."

"Not without you... I need to tell you something..." Riza looked into Roy's face, tears streaming down her cheeks. She barely heard the clatter downstairs as the QRF came in as she continued to apply pressure to Mustang's wounds in a futile effort to stop bleeding.

"...I love you..." With that last statement, Roy's eyes fixed on Riza's face and froze; his breathing stopped and his body relaxed for the last time.

"...I'm pregnant..." It was too late; Roy Mustang, colonel of the Amestris Army, Flame Alchemist, was gone.

Havoc smashed down the door, allowing the QRF quick entry into the house. "First floor clear!" came the shout from the first team as Havoc, Armstrong and two others dashed up the stairs. Havoc saw Bradley's body first, while Armstrong, facing backwards going up the stairs, aiming a shotgun, saw Riza first.

"No..." the large major whispered. Havoc turned; his face and his pistol fell.

Riza Hawkeye lay sobbing on a still Colonel Mustang's shoulder. Havoc, who was in a better position, holstered his pistol and went to Riza's side. He felt Mustang's neck for a pulse, then turned to Armstrong and shook his head. Armstrong looked down at the men that had followed him and motioned downstairs. Havoc put his arms around Riza's shoulders.

"Leave me!!" She pushed him away. "Let me stay with him..."

"Riza..."

"I won't leave him!"

"Riza... come on..." Havoc tried again to pull Riza to her feet; this time, she gave in. He pulled her to him in a platonic hug. "I'm so sorry, Riza..."

The woman clutched Havoc's shoulders. "...he can't be gone... he has so much coming..." One of her hands unconsciously moved to just below her stomach and Havoc immediately had a sinking feeling for Riza's future. He held her tighter to him while she sobbed until she was weak.