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As Havoc and Breda left the office, they headed towards the prison cells that were in the next block to the office. As they walked down the corridor of all the cells, they saw all the old criminals sitting and looking miserable as ever. Sven was kept in cell 24-C, this meant that Havoc and Breda had to walk past 23 cells where some of the worst criminals in.

"Some of these guys creep me out." Breda quivered to Havoc. Breda was almost standing right behind Havoc as if Havoc was a shield.

"Honestly Breda, first dogs and now criminals. How did you ever get into the military?" Havoc asked. Breda just stood there thinking how did he get into the Military, but before Breda had time to respond they had reached the required cell.

"Well if it isn't my favourite people." Sven chuckled in his cell. Sven was sat on his hard bed with his hands handcuff together. He was looking rough as if he hadn't slept for days.

"Looks like you're gonna be getting some exercise, so get up!" Havoc informed Sven.

A prison guard was following Havoc and Breda with the set of keys. He unlocked Sven's cell and escorted him into the interrogation room which was at the end of the corridor. The prison guard opened the door and pulled a chair back where he lightly chucked Sven on the chair. Havoc and Breda followed and stood opposite Sven. The guard left them three in the room and stood guard outside the door. There was the awkward silence and all three were staring at each other waiting for the first person to speak.

"Well?" Sven asked and raised his handcuffed hands.

"Twelve years later! Why?" Havoc asked. Another pause followed.

"Why should I tell you?"

"Because if you don't, who knows what might happen to you. You might end up in this cell for the rest of your life or worse, we might have to resort to hunting down your accomplices and shooting them. Now, why twelve years later!" Havoc's voice was slowly getting louder as he got to the end of the sentence.

"Because second Lieutenant, when the war happened, me and all the other men that are out there were children. We were saved by our parents in hope that if everyone was killed we can bring Capeage back to civilisation, and look, that has come true."

"But surely if you are trying to bring Capeage back, killing the Military in the process isn't going to help?" Breda started to confront Sven, he had a feeling that something wasn't right, that there might be something else behind it.

"REVENGE!" Sven yelled.

"Revenge never solves anything, it just makes more wars. More wars that the Military have to control and then ends up with us reduced in numbers." Breda kept on provoking Sven in the hope that he will discover something else.

"You don't get it do you?"

"Get what?"

"How the war started! It was all because of the Military. They sent in troops and they just started firing. I witnessed my own parents and older sister get shot by a dog of the Military. And would you like to know who that dog was?"

Breda and Havoc both nodded in unison.

"King Bradley!"

Breda and Havoc couldn't understand why King Bradley would do such a thing. But then again, they didn't know when the Fuhrer had become the big dog as they had only been in the Military for about 4 years. There was a difference of eight years, anything could have happened.

"Ok, so this gives us your motive. Now who are the other ten people with you? Obviously they are some of the other children that survived and have the same motive, but I want names now!" Havoc was growing impatient.

"I don't know their names!"

"SURE YOU DO! YOU'VE BEEN PLOTTING THIS ATTACK FOR TWELVE YEARS! YOU ARE GOING TO KNOW YOUR ACCOMPLISES NAMES!" Havoc was losing it now.

"Ok I may know their names, but we are all out for different members of the Military because none of us had the same killer. It was if they planned to have one military dog per house. I just happened to get stuck with the top dog."

"Fine then, tell us who they are after?"

"No can do. We never discussed who we were after. Plus none of us, except me, actually know the name of their killers. I only know mine because you see his face on ever paper about what good he is doing now. It's disgusting."

Havoc needed to calm down, he felt as if he was getting nowhere. He didn't know any of the other people's names or who they were after. He rested both his elbows on the table and his head lay in his hands and through his fingers he asked:

"Is it only eleven of you in total?"

"Yes, that was all who survived. The other children who tried to survive were found and killed."

"Where have you been hiding?" Havoc finally raised his head and was back to standing. "It's quite a long way from Capeage. About a three day hike."

"Where ever we could find. If we had to sleep on the streets we did."

"So that means you've been here a few days before your attack?"

"Yeah, we had to give us time to rest and plot our attacks."

"So did you all stay together or go your separate ways when you got here?"

"We stayed in pairs, just in case we were attacked, but there was one three."

"So where is your partner?" Breda asked

"Who knows? He could have killed his target for all you know."

"So is it only central you are attacking?" Havoc inquired.

"Like I said, we are only after our individual person, but some of us don't know where our person is, so we have to go round every head quarters."

"So is Central your first place?"

"Yes, we thought that this would be the most likely place to search first and hopefully gain more information about the dogs."

Havoc took a deep breath in.

"Can you tell me where the other ten people are?"

"They could be anywhere in Central, or even in head quarters."

"How would you have gained entry into the head quarters? I mean you are in normal clothing, you would have stood out like a sore thumb."

"We were going to shot officers on streets and take their uniform and identity."

"So that explains why you shot the Colonel. You wanted his uniform." Breda sounded quite proud that he managed to figure that out.

"Well done Breda." Havoc responded. "But don't you think we would be a bit suspicious when we figured some of our officers went missing?"

"That just adds to the fun."

"I think we have everything out of him." Havoc walked to the door to allow the guard to enter to take Sven back to his cell.

As Sven walked past Havoc and Breda, he gave them a look as if they hadn't quite got all the information out of him or that Sven had planned something else.

"Let's go and inform the Colonel!" Havoc told Breda.

Hawkeye found herself thinking of the last few minutes with the Colonel. The same line kept running through her brain 'why didn't he say it? Half the time when this was running through her head, she forgot where she was supposed to be going and how she could get there. Once she finally got her head into gear, she went back on herself so she was in the right direction for the main library. Hawkeye ended up taking an extra five minutes to get to the library.

She approached the desk where a young woman was sat reading a book. She has short mousey brown hair and glasses.

"Excuse me." Hawkeye interrupted the woman's reading.

"Oh sorry, I had my head in another book. I just can't stop reading, I love it. How can I help?" The woman replied.

"I'm looking for the file on the Capeage war twelve years ago. Apparently it is kept here now."

"Oh yes it's in one of the filing cabinets behind me, give me a second and I can dig it out for you."

"Thank you."

As Hawkeye responded, the woman put her book down and went on a search. Within a few seconds the file was in front of Hawkeye.

"Now can I take your name and rank please?" The woman asked.

"It's Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye."

Before the woman could write anything she dropped her pen on the desk and looked up at Hawkeye with her mouth wide open.

"You're... Lieutenant... Hawkeye." She sounded surprised to hear these words in a sentence and for that person to actually be standing in front of her. "The sharpest shooter in the Military, Hawkeye?"

"Yeah that's me." Hawkeye gave a little smile as if she had suddenly become the most popular person ever.

"And you work under Colonel Roy Mustang?"

"Yeah, that's the man. The files are actually for him."

"Oh, then I won't waste anymore of your time, Lieutenant." She picked up the pen and wrote Hawkeyes name down on the card, but her hand was shaking so much that you could just about read what she had written.

"Can I ask you what your name is?" Hawkeye asked.

"It's... Sheska." She was still shaking.

"Sheska." The lieutenant smiled. "Thank you."

"No problem."

Hawkeye grabbed the file and started to walk away from the library. Sheska was still in amazement that she met the Lieutenant.

Hawkeye decided that instead of going straight to the Colonel, she would go back to the office and have a look through the file first. Once she reached the office she took her usual desk, which was next to the Colonels, and opened the file. She pulled out some inserts. One of a map of Capeage and a few photo's of the village after the war. She managed to find a piece of paper which had a list of all the officers who were involved in the war. She looked down the list and none of the names were ringing any bells, until she reached one name.

"King Bradley!" She said in astonishment.

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