Bei was stacking paper when she noticed a crumpled up wad near the trash can. She scooped it up and began to toss it in the trash when she noticed Selim's face. She dug it out and slowly unwrinkled the page.

Smoothing on the leather of the desk, she read a Certificate of Death from right before the conquest of Ishval. She ran her fingers over the face on the page, her heart going out to Selim for the mistaken identity.

For some reason, her eyes were drawn to the bottom of the page.

The one who certified that Selim was buried in Ishval was Fuhrer King Bradley.

She gasped and then heard the Fuhrer laugh down the hall. Bei folded the paper neatly and put it in her pocket before she turned to salute the Fuhrer and Hawkeye.

"Ah, Bei! I have something to ask you." His smile was sincere as Hawkeye closed the door.

She knew what was coming and lowered her hand, waiting.

"I hear you used your watch again. I thought we agreed you wouldn't do that." He reached out and his hand gripped her throat. "What did I say about that?"

She squeezed her eyes shut. "I understand, sir." He released her and she coughed as she stumbled to lean back on the desk. "I wanted to know what happened to my friend. She and her husband went missing last night. I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to use my title like that. It won't happen again, sir."

He grabbed her sleeve and threw her to the ground. "Don't use your title again unless it is necessary." He knelt down and lifted her to a sitting position. "Don't ever forget that." He touched her face, pulling her lose strands back. "Now, explain what happened."

Hawkeye looked surprised.

She kept her fear-filled eyes on the floor. "I got back to my apartment building. I found them taping up her home and keeping people out. I wanted to get in to see if the young girl they were helping get on her feet was okay. But they wouldn't let me in." She made a fist. "I need to be sure she's okay. She's only nineteen." She pressed her fists into her eyes, her shoulders shaking. "I can't lose someone again. I've lost too many already."

Hawkeye knelt down to touch her when the Fuhrer slapped one of her hands away. "But, sir-!"

"No, no, he's right." Aley wiped her eyes dry and smiled at Hawkeye. "I need to be able to stand strong. It's only been three days. There's a chance she's just hiding out somewhere. I just need to stand up and move forward." Her smile was a bit strained.

Hawkeye sighed and dug in her pocket for her handkerchief. "Then at least wipe your face."

Aley gave her a thankful smile before she used her sleeve to dry her face. "Can I... Fuhrer, sir, can I have a moment?"

Hawkeye was whisked away to stand outside.

Bei kept rubbing her face, her hair slowly coming lose from it's little style. "I'm sorry."

He smiled and set his hand on her shoulder. He brought her close, like he always did. "What's wrong?"

She grabbed his shirt front and felt something strange. She gasped and then brought her weight to the balls of her feet before standing up. She kept a firm grip and body slammed him to the floor. She twisted around and wrapped one leg around his rib cage and the other pinned his strong sword arm to the floor. She reached behind her and pulled out her gun as well as pulling on her alchemy sign.

It was on a thin, mesh sheet and it made for a perfect scratch across his face.

She pointed the gun between his eyes. "Who are you?"

"Me?" Envy's face sparked to life. "I'm here to be sure you play by the rules."

Bei placed the gun between Envy's eyes. "The Fuhrer never uses both hands to give me a hug. That was a quick tip." She smiled. "Who are you really?"

"Envy. Pleased to meet you."

"For you." She brought the mesh glove down again and this time, she left a lasting impression.

Roy suddenly opened the door and saw her pressing her hand down to the face of the Fuhrer. "Hey!"

She looked up and jumped back, releasing Envy. The motion of pulling her leg out had sent Envy spinning wildly through the air to land on his stomach. She was about to explain when she noticed the pendant in Roy's hand. She lunged for it, forgetting she hadn't mentioned a thing about it.

Roy backed up a step and tripped as he turned to run down the hall. He stuffed the pendant in his pocket before he slipped on a pair of his Alchemy gloves. He stumbled and then yelled. "Get outta the way! Outta the way!"

They dove away from him as he sent a spark of flame shooting back. To his shock and fury, she slid along the floor and used the wall to stop herself before ducking under the fire and running after him. Her eyes were set on him.

"Damn!" he hissed as he turned to jump out an open window. He soared through the air and landed to roll away in the courtyard. He turned to see her jump through a window and aimed her body right at him. "What?"

She brought her hands in front of her to show him her Alchemy symbols. The glowed and the air suddenly pulsed around Roy.

He remembered that sensation.

"You're-!"

Her hands made contact with his cloths and his jacket suddenly ripped in several places, as well as his boots and pants.

"Give it back!" she hissed, raising her hands. The symbols glowed again and, this time, she was bringing it to his face.

He ducked and then swiped low, knocking her to the floor before he snapped his fingers, right in her face.