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Notes
- Ask Hawkeye about her answer to the position. She still hasn't told me yet. The General is getting cross.
- Seriously, where do they keep their maps?
- The ash is clearly from the incinerator we found in the underground mines. But what's it used for? I don't know what they used for waste to have so much carbon dioxide in the air. It was almost suffocating. Investigate the area.
- That reminds me. Get gas masks.
- Mustang needs to get his ass over to Lab 214.
- Don't die.
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Field Report.
Completed by: Major General Edward Elric (Codename : FULLMETAL)
Compiled by: Major Leo Di Rossi (Codename : TERRA)
We went to investigate that area near ground zero today. Ever since we've gotten that report from Havoc, no one's been around it without proper care. And since that surprise attack we pulled on the Drachmans that was part of the plan on Tuesday, I think we're safe for a while. They need to round up their forces before they could really cause some damage.
I may just feel like I'm playing police, but there's something creepy down there.
I've had five different scientists and chemists test the results before doing so myself; there's no doubt about it, the ash that we collected from the snow isn't just any type of ash, or else it would've dissolved already. That ash had components of iron and silicon, similarly it also had fluids that are not normally found anywhere expect the human body. Hormonal glands were found as residue. There was an organ on the floor, behind the crates in the room.
Going deeper into the mine, we found this sterile type of room - those kinds in hospitals and such. White, bare walls except for one filled with X-rays, a cabinet and rusty sink, and inside that was...well...I don't want to talk about it.
There were gurneys, metal tables with straps, and there were people on it. Dead people, with their organs cut out and their hands, feet, and body parts scarred terribly or disemboweled. It was sickening, the whole sight of it, and the only thing we could do was throw those bodies in garbage bags and bury them. It was disgusting. You'd better not see it - it's that bad, that even you're being warned.
Mustang, you better be reading this alone.
Because in that incinerator, they burned people alive.
To : ( General ) Roy Mustang ; Codename : FLAME
Briggs Control Center
Northern Wall
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Phone Records (Brass Ranks Only) (North City, Briggs) Date: 2.11.1917
[Time Start - Time End] [Location #1 - Location #2] [Caller ID #1 - Caller ID#2]
11:49 AM - 11:56 AM; First Level - Second Level ; General O.M. Armstrong - Lieutenant General C. Orion
12:30 AM - 12:34 AM; Third Level - Third Level ; General R. Mustang - Major General E. Elric
12:39 AM - 12:40 AM; First Level - Third Level ; General O.M. Armstrong - General R. Mustang
12:45 AM - 1:09 PM; Base Level - Third Level ; Colonel R. Hawkeye - General R. Mustang
1:28 PM - 1:30 PM; Base Level - Base Level ; Colonel R. Hawkeye - Colonel P. Chrism
1:42 PM - 1:55 PM; Third Level - Base Level ; Major General E. Elric - Colonel R. Hawkeye
2:33 PM - 2:39 PM; Second Level - Third Level ; Lieutenant General C. Orion - Major General E. Elric
2:58 PM - 2:59 PM; P.A. System ; General O.M. Armstrong
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November 3rd, 1917
Really? I'm thankful to her.
I don't want you to fight either. It sounds horrible out there...and waiting here is somehow seeming better to me than meeting you in war (because I have thought of it) but it's painful, not knowing the day you come home. So do it soon, okay? I'm counting on you and that promise.
Alphonse is as stubborn as you are, you idiot - he refuses to have his wedding without his brother. I know you'd do the same, so don't be so bastardly, Ed.
I'm sure Mister Mustang can't be that bad...though I'm really not one to judge. Ed, don't torture them so - they're only there because they were forced to. Go a little easy on them. Or else I'll bash your head in with my wrench. I've even heard that a few farmer's sons went along with the draft, when it passed through here. And what's this I hear on the news about a bombing?
I miss you too.
Granny still does worry, and I'm worried about her health - it's decreasing every day. Even though she's eating properly and active, she takes longer breaks more often and sometimes doesn't do a long period of work for the whole day. I know it's only natural, but it's unnerving, you know? Like you suddenly becoming taller than me. I'll get used to it, but I hate that lapse of time in between where I'm uncomfortable with it.
I promise. If you do your best. Get back home quickly. To us. To me.
I've told you already that I love you, and I'm still waiting for you to reply.
Winry
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TELEGRAM FOR COLONEL RIZA HAWKEYE (CODENAME ; HAWKEYE)
One half of the draft is in need to of an experienced leader to guide them STOP Major Gen. Elric is unavailable for this week due to a reconnaissance mission STOP Your presence in his place is needed STOP It is mandatory for you to keep on schedule STOP Major Gen. Elric shall provide it for you STOP
FROM : GENERAL OLIVIA M. ARMSTRONG
North City, Briggs, Northern Wall Military Fortress P.O. 666930
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TELEGRAM FOR GENERAL OLIVIA M. ARMSTRONG
Yes ma'am STOP
FROM : COLONEL RIZA HAWKEYE (CODENAME ; HAWKEYE)
North City, Briggs, Northern Wall Military Fortress P.O. 666930
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Speech Sheet: Meeting #12 2.11.17
Major Gen. Elric: Alright, alright. Don't get your panties in a twist. Anyways - we can't just depend on the Drachman's lack of sense. They're still strong, so how're we gonna bring them down without them knowing we'll bring them down?
Lieutenant Gen. Orion: We already have three spies in their forces. None have come back with news. Either they've gone over to the Drachman's side, or our enemy is a much easier force to control than we thought.
Gen. Armstrong: I don't believe that.
Brigadier Gen. Jemmings: Neither do I.
Gen. Mustang: Obviously, they have a plan. But they're just keeping it tight under wraps.
Major Gen. Elric: Alright then, but may I remind you - we're here to figure out a way to exterminate them. We can talk about the spies later. Any ideas how we can get a surprise attack on them?
Gen. Armstrong: Well said. If they come toward us in the south direction, they'll aim for the second-hand base near the Northern Wall. We have the loads of recruits and a handful of sergeants there, and all are very prominent in gunfire. So if they'll take the attention of the Drachmans for a moment, we can provide a sneak attack from the back.
Lieutenant Gen. Orion: I see. There's that unused shelter over there near the east of the Wall. If some of the soldiers could get there and then behind the Drachmans, we'd have a good shot at winning this war.
Major Gen. Elric: I don't underestimate the Drachmans. If we go from the east, we're still open in the north.
Gen. Mustang: A double attack. You think they're capable of that?
Major Gen. Elric: If we are, then I have no doubt that they may think up of that too.
Gen. Armstrong: I'm agreeing with the shrimp for once. We're open to the north and the west, let's not forget. If we manage to box in the Drachman army...perhaps we can. We have enough soldiers, am I correct?
Ser. Rye: Approximately 10,000 ma'am.
Gen. Armstrong: Excellent.
Col. Chrism: That's a brilliant plan. But what if the Drachmans are able to get hold of that mining town abandoned on ground zero? We'd be done for. That mining system's been around since the 1600's - it's tunnels could go through all of Amestris, be back, and probably go through the border line of Drachma too.
Brigadier Gen. Jemmings: That's how. Take control of the mine. Block off the shafts toward the country. Keep and map out the tunnels to Drachma - we can use those for an ambush. We just need to kill their president; or capture him. I hear he's in the border lines now, trying to keep his country under control.
Col. Chrism: Well, he's definitely failing.
Gen. Armstrong: It's almost 0400. I need to attend another disciple. This meeting is adjourned. We'll continue this another day.
(PG 2)
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4th of November, 1917
I haven't noticed, but it is rather close to the end of the year, right? A month only more. Christmas is fast approaching. Damn, and I'm not even here this year. Well, I haven't been in for Christmas for a load of years, but I thought ever since I got to celebrate it last year, maybe it'll happen again? Turns out, I was wrong, and this blew up before my face before I could even blink.
Winry's sending more letters. I need to get her a present this year.
The mine's condition is horrible. Most of the lockers and such down there are busted; either burned or damaged with years of rust. I find different pages of mining reports, and there's something certainly odd going on; it's all in Drachman, some in Amestrian. But I need a translator, or else I can't really find out anything else. Somehow, I've become the leader of this expedition.
It's dark and damp in there, for one thing. I don't understand how there could be a fire incinerator in there, but perhaps I can get that Flame Bastard to take a look and inspect it. Get his lazy ass up.
I found in a medical room a whole closet of dead bodies. Awfully gross, I know. They were fresh; recent. There was still blood and odd green slime over most of their skin; lots were just mutated and horribly defiled. I'll have to get them taken in for examination.
Nothing else to say.
Today's been a bad day.
hydrogen+chlorine = hydrogen chloride (possible flame incentive)
fluorine+hydrogen
hydrazine+nitrogen tetroxide
2,000 C or above (3,645 F)
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From the Journal of
Edward Elric
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November 6th, 1917
I absolutely forbid you to come out here, Winry. No way in hell. So I'd better not see your face between these ranks.
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Tell Alphonse that I'm allowed to be bastardly. He's not. He's supposed to be the rational, sweet, level-headed one. And tell him that if I don't get a niece of nephew soon, I'll be very irritated.
Yes, Mustang's bad. It's lucky I don't see what's going on in his training sessions...but often the room is burned. The recruits are just lucky I'm going easy on them. Unlike what Teacher would do if she ever found out about it. If I don't go easy on them, they might just die...
But don't worry about that.
Are you sure about Granny? If so, I think you should get her to a doctor. Like, a real one in Central. Just tell the doctors that you're the Fullmetal Alchemist's fiance. They'll let you go without too much charge. I hope Granny's okay - but don't worry too much, Win. Granny just might be sick from time to time, but that old hag's got more life in her than us two combined.
Yeah, I think I saw Matt from third grade - remember him? The one who always chewed off crayons? - in the back row of the new recruits. Odd, seeing him. 'Specially since he's three years older than me. And don't you worry about the bombing - it wasn't even close to our base, the stupid Drachmans missed.
Hey! Guys always get taller than the girl. Did you expect for me to be a runt forever?
I'll tell you that I love you back when I get home.
I wanna say it to your face, Win. Or else it doesn't mean anything.
Edward
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Sorry Part II is late. I had a hold up. Part III up this week.