OwlCookies: merry-happy-jolly-christmas eve! :D sorta?

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1 Last Day

"MUSTANG! GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE AND SAVE US!" Ed shouted into the phone. "THERE'S ONE MORE FRICKIN DAY UNTIL AL AND I DIE! GET YOUR POMPOUS LAZY ASS OVER HERE! Oh yeah, and Happy-Merry Christmas Eve," Ed snorted.

"What? Ed? Where are you?" Roy asked.

"Well obviously I'm not allowed to tell you that."

"Why do you sound so casual?" His suspicions were arising.

There were some background noises. "Hey, yeah. OUCH HEY! Yeah, I have to go now. Bye. SAVE US."

Beeping was now heard on the other end. "I don't believe my ears…" he murmured to himself.

"What is it chief?" Falman asked.

"Ed called. He was talking to me… casually…" Roy replied dumbfounded. He narrowed his eyes. "Fuery, can you trace the call?"

Fuery saluted. "Will do, sir!" He scurried over and began working on it.

"So… what if they happen to be calling from some phone booth?" Fuery asked.

"We'll still have a lead, asking civilians around there if they saw Ed and Al." Roy smirked. Now he was getting somewhere. Hopefully, this would lead him somewhere.

"Sir…" Fuery sighed. "Where ever this call was from, they did a good job making it untraceable."

"What?" Roy spat. "Damn it," he growled. "I thought we were on to something."

"Sir, you are," Riza told him simply, nodding toward the phone.

Roy picked up the receiver. There was a small slip of paper attached to it. Roy looked up at Riza curiously. Her face showed no sign of answering. He unrolled the paper and read it in his head.

That was a recorded message. Did you know that? You're stupid. Really stupid. Can't you get a hint? Damn it, Mustang, we've been giving you obvious hints.

-E.E.

P.S. You failed. Worse than my old man did.

Great. So now Ed was trying to tell him something by calling him stupid. Does that mean Ed was part of the killings? Is that why he was acting so weird when Roy talked to him about it a few days ago? There was something he wasn't getting. And damn it, Roy was not stupid!

"ARG!" he shouted randomly, standing up. "I KNOW WHO THE KILLER IS."

Riza had a small smile on her face. "About time, sir."

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"Wait…" Winry murmured. "So… WAIT. YOU GUYS DIDN'T ACTUALLY DISAPPEAR?" she gasped.

Ed cleaned his ear with his pinky. "I wouldn't exactly say that."

Winry, Hoenheim, Ed, and Al sat around a round table, talking. They were in a poorly lit room. Every single movement they made, the lightbulb above them would sway. Ed, still hating his father, would not sit next to him. So feeling abandoned, Hoenheim leaned against the wall, not being part of the conversation.

"We've still been gotten rudely kidnapped," Al sighed. He glared at the nearby door, wishing his kidnapper would let them out.

"And we're not being let out," Ed added. "Well, not until he lets us, of course."

"When do you think that would be?" Winry asked. "Because apparently, I'm part of this too."

"According to him, he's going to get a few more people. Then tomorrow he swears Mustang will figure it out. Then everything will go from there, falling into place. But of course, only if Mustang cooperates. He probably will, that wimp-of-a-superior," Ed snorted.

"Why does this revolve around him?" Hoenheim asked after a moment of silence.

"Cuz," Ed replied rudely. "He's got some plans for the bastard. And damn, he's got a made up mind."

Al nodded in agreement. "He's been planning this for some time."

"And why would he tell you this?" Winry asked suspiciously. "It's not like a murderer would tell you all his plans. You'd probably just end up stopping it before it happens. Right?"

Ed's ears perked up. "You mean… you don't know who it is?"

Winry shook her head. "Who is it? Is he really bad? Do I know him?" She gasped and went into some dramatic phase. "Is he going to kill us afterward?"

Ed hummed and narrowed his eyes. "He'll be back. You'll know who he is."

"I can't take the pressure! Tell me who he is!" Winry exclaimed.

"He's…"

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Roy marched through the hallway in a rage. Riza was behind him, trying to calm the man down. "Sir," she threatened. "It's not that big of a deal."

"Not that big of a deal?" Roy asked, scowling. "That bastard had the guts to go through all this killing!"

"No. Wait. Sir…! Sir you don't understand! Stop! For once, listen to me," Riza hissed.

Roy spun around to meet Riza's cold hard glare. "What?"

"You don't know what he's been doing. He has a sick, twisted, and absolutely wrong mind. Don't go up to him like this. He knows what he's doing," Riza told him calmly.

Roy sighed. "Alright. I'll trust you. But how do you know all of this?"

Riza smiled. "It's simple sir. Just like Ed said, there have been clues everywhere. And knowing him, everything falls into place."

"I'm so stupid," he growled to himself.

"No offense sir," Riza said softly, yet smirking at the same time. "But you're speaking truth right there."

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OwlCookies: honestly, I was disappointed in this chapter. I think it was just to revealing and dumb. But one of part was funny/punny. Heheh

COOKIES TO ANYONE WHO CAN FIGURE OUT WHO THE MURDERER IS! COOKIES I SAY!