Mustang narrowed his eyes.
He couldn't believe it. The mission was supposed to be easy. But instead, a certain terrorist group had to get in the way.
And now they had Edward.
He was worried for the alchemist.
One morning, he had mailed Winry the news, not willing to call her via telephone. She had burst through the door screaming, then started crying.
Mustang buried his face in his hands.
He knew what those terrorists could do.
And it was, even to him, scary.