"WHAT?" Maes gawked. "Really?"

She smiled. "Yup. Don't ask me. He kind of let me fight him."

Maes pressed his index finger to his chin. "Well, you are a girl. And you are small."

She giggled. "I have to wake up soon. Shall I visit you again?"

Maes' cold eyes became soft again. "Yeah. Be safe, Aleyshiea."

She saluted him. "Sir, yes, sir."

Slowly, her dark eyes opened and she stared into King Bradley's face. "YIKES!"

She fell off the sofa and hit her head on the corner of the table.

"SIR!"

He smiled warmly and held up a hand. "Calm down. You've got a few broken ribs. You need to be more careful."

She nodded and looked down at her torso. "Did I... get him?"

The leader gently turned her head.

"O. M. G! Is he-?"

Bradley shook his head. "He's still alive. You did a number on Armstrong. I must say, I'm very pleased with the results." He smiled. "Proved we had a blind spot this late in the evening. Although, what took you so long?"

She scratched her cheek. "You said not to wear my uniform." She gestured to her Xing clothing. "I'm not exactly dressed for Central and I got some unwanted attention."

Bradley nodded. "Go and change. I'm sure I'll hear about you sooner or later."

"Sir." She saluted him and dashed out the window, forgetting she was allowed to use the doors now. Still, the rush of air made her feel much more comfortable.

She twisted and rolled to a stop by the gate. She peeked out to be sure she could get away. She skipped out the gate, the wind ripping through her dirty hair. She was in need of a shower and a change of cloths.

"Wrath. How long are you going to keep her?"

"Father did say to keep her close. That's what I'm doing. Envious?"

Envy spat. "Look, what's so important about her anyways?"

Wrath's grin was almost on fire. "Father said she was the only one who can kill any Homonculi. We need to keep her close by."

Envy leaned on the window sill. "Did she live up to your expectations?"

The duo looked around.

The walls were damaged, holes the size of golf balls beside large holes. Clean cut slices across the furniture and through a pane of glass were marred by smashed pieces of what was left of a set of desks and stuffing from the sofa. Blood was lightly sprinkled on the floor.

Towards the upper part of Armstrong was a nasty gash across his collar bone.

And yet, she only had some broken ribs from Envy stopping her.

"She's going to be a handful if she discovers the truth." Wrath gripped his hands together. "She's certainly trying my last nerves."

-Aleyshiea-

She was just coming onto the streets when she spotted it. Movement in the corner of her eye.

She pretended like it wasn't there, but began walking all the same. She passed the alley and acted as if she weren't paying attention. She bit her clip as she pushed her bangs to the side and tucked it behind her ear. She scooped up the sides of her hair and twisted them into a small decoration around her ponytail. She clipped it at the bottom as her deep blue eye caught movement again.

She sighed and began to smooth out the sleeves of her uniform. "What do you want with me?"

Lan Fan stepped into the light. "What are you doing here, servant?"

She kept walking. "I'm living. You should to." She turned the corner and stopped.

Roy was leaning on the military car. "Let's go. I've got something to ask you."

She pulled a face before she nodded. "Sure. I just need to get to the office before the Fuhrer kills me for being late." She slid into the car as the driver and Roy sat in the back seat. "Are we picking anyone else up?"

"Just one. Stop at the military hotel."

Aleyshiea turned around and smiled. "You and Fullmetal are like brothers. Can't stop fighting, huh?"

"Aley, just drive." He pointed.

She gave a little laugh. "Right." She drove.

-Lan Fan-

"No mistaking it."

Greed came up behind her. He took his right hand out of his pocket. "Is she still...?"

"No. She's different." Lan Fan looked up at the face of Ling and the eyes of Greed. "Why does he need her?"

Greed shrugged. "But I got a frightening sensation just now. When you called her servant, the air felt heavy and I felt like she was dangerous."

Lan Fan sighed. "She's not that important."

Greed waved his right hand under his nose, like he was washing away a bad odor. "I know, I know. She was the doorman for Ling and the rest of the heirs. Still, is she an Alchehistrist or Alchemist?"

Lan Fan suddenly smiled darkly. "My grandfather and I will find out. She's not going to escape that easily."

Greed smiled wickedly. "But first. Let's see if she's really that scary."