Chapter 1
In the terminal train station of South City it was packed load and busy. Almost everywhere you looked there was a blue uniform signifying a military soldier. But there was a particular group officer standing in the middle of the terminal that seems to be waiting.
Just as the next train pulled up they all stood at an upright attention. "Sir, the train is here." One of their lower ranked ones saluted as the leading officer walked forward. But when they looked at his face most became concerned. "Uh, sir? Is everything alright?"
Major General Walters, a strong hearted man that was just as strong in mind and body as well, stood then and looked ahead with bit of a stressed look on his face. It was a little rare to see him in such a sour way at a time like this unless it may have to do with war. He looked down at his inferior, who flinched under his watch. "No, nothing is wrong. All we need to do is see to that all of the preparation for the pick-up is in order." At the last statement he seems to become a bit more upset. He looked back up as the doors to the train yards in front of them open and the passengers began to flow out of the train. Finally the party he was looking for came out of the train in a file. At that he let a small smile come over face. "Well we are so glad you all have finally made it safely here. It's been quite a while Colonel."
"Yes it has Major General." Came the voice of the infamous Flame Alchemist, better known as Colonel Roy Mustang. He put down his bags and stood in front of the General and saluted. Not far behind were two members his team: First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye and Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc. They all stood saluting before Walters did the same and brought his arms back to his side. "We would like to thank you for choosing us to help with the escorting to Central Headquarters."
"No need Mustang. I chose you and your team because I have complete faith in you."
He nodded. "It's good to know sir. So who is this we are taking over to Central?"
The frown came back on Walters face and he sighed. "You'll be in charge of watching over former military soldier. Major Silvers and was known as the Sub-Terra Alchemist. Have you heard of them?" Mustang shook his head. "Well that's all I'm able to tell you. Knowing as how sensitive Silvers it be best if I let her fill you in on the rest when comfortable."
"That is understandable. And where is the former Major?" He asked skeptically. He saw the General flinch. "Is something the-"
"They're gone."
"Huh?" This made them all confused. Even the other soldiers were baffled. "What do you mean by 'gone' sir?" Hawkeye asked.
"Oh no they aren't missing or anything like that. You see, along with two others that will also be companying were to meet at H.Q. over an hour ago and never shown up. I had hoped they were going to at least be here at the station by the time you have arrived. But it seems that none of them are here."
"So wait a minute. Are you saying that you haven't seen them at all?" Mustang asked in an upset tone. Walters nodded. "So what is my team to do, wait and hope that this Silvers and company ever show up?"
"No, but I think it'd be best if you were to look around. And now that you say it, it's definitely like them to do this sort of thing; seeing it as a game. I would love to help personally but there are things to be done in my office. Would you like it if I send in some help?" He then waved his hand over to his subordinates but the Colonel shook it off.
"There will be no need for that. My current team and I will be able you handle that." He nodded to him before he and the others walked out of the train station, leaving three only.
"What the hell chief?" Havoc started to complain as he popped a cigarette in his mouth, a taste he hasn't had since they were back at the East City station. "We could have used at least some sort of help in finding them. Now we have to look over the whole place in search for one person."
"Quit complaining, Havoc!" Riza scolded him and he glumly turned his head. She then turned back to her commanding officer. "But he is right Colonel. How are we to look for someone we don't even-"
"That's all taken care of. Before we came here I did a little digging."
"In other words, you called up Hughes." He nodded at her response. "Sir haven't we told you to stop looking into each new person you're not familiar with. That gets you into trouble and you should have known that this person is a former soldier, it may be inaccurate." She explains in her usual tone of voice. They had already started walking out of the station and onto the streets of the city.
"That's true and I had that in mind." The truth was he didn't, but didn't want her to know that she completely right about him again. That sort of thing blew away at his self confidences. "The only things I do know for certain are that she's a woman, has dark brown hair, and has a noticeable scar on her left shoulder." He received a pair of glances from Hawkeye and Havoc. "I know it's not much but at least it's a good start."
Jean's cigarette turned up as he smirked "Really. So is that her right there or her over there?" Pointing into different directions that showed dark brown haired women. "Well chief?"
Mustang gulped but went back to his normal self. "I also said a scar on her shoulder."
"So what, are we to just walk up and ask if they have a scar on their shoulder."
"Be my guest." He gestured his hand out for Jean to start. Surprising he walked across the street to the first brunette woman he saw. Looking after him, Roy and Riza witnessed him get a big whack in the face. "Obviously that was not her." They continued to look as Jean walked back holding onto his bruised left cheek. "Was it her?" asking with a smirk.
"Shut up."
"We have a long day ahead of us." Riza thought aloud.
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They've been searching for hours on end and it was almost dusk. Searching high and asking low hardly much was found. The group almost had given up until they had gotten a decent lead. They were told by a shopkeeper to look in the rural area for a house where the person is said to have lived. The house was two stories and made of bricks. It looked to have been built decades ago but seemed well taken care of.
Knocking at the door they heard the noise of someone walking through the house but no one answered. Knocking again, this time there was a voice behind it. Door opening a woman answered, "Hello, thank you for waiting. I was up stairs and it is a bit of a walk." It was not what they expected. They picture a younger more youthful aged woman. Not this old lady. Maybe the guy at the shop was kidding.
Mustang looked down at the elderly woman. "Excuse me ma'am. Is this the Silvers' residence?"
"Um huh." she nodded. "You must be looking for my husband since y'all are wearing uniforms? I'll just go get him."
"That won't be necessary ma'am. We came here looking for a… young Miss Silvers."
At that she smiled even bigger. "You must be talking about my granddaughters. They aren't here at the moment, I'm sorry." She then began to talk to herself about them not telling her about today. "But I do know where they most likely are right now."
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"At a bar?" Jean asked for the umpteenth time since they were at the Silvers home. Riza was annoyed and decided not to entertain him any farther. Roy paid no mind. He was irritated to the fact that the person he was looking for, that he has come all the way from East to South and to take to Central was in a bar and may currently be getting buzzed. In the corner back of his mind he thought 'lucky bastard'. He could use a drink himself. "I can't believe that we have searched this entire city and this mystery woman has been where I go to on a regular basis. A bar?"
"We get it Havoc! You wouldn't have guessed a bar." Riza growled at him. She was clearly fed up with him.
"But still, a bar?"
"Shut up, Jean!" They both yelled at him. Roy began to walk inside with Jean right behind. Then he noticed Riza wasn't walking along with them. "Come on Hawkeye, we've got to find her or else something else bad may happened."
"No, I'll just stay out here and wait."
"You sure? Some guy may harass you and I won't be able to help."
"Is that so?" She flipped over the side of her jacket to reveal her handgun. "Still think I won't be able to handle myself?"
"Don't worry chief," Jean intervened. "Any guy brave enough to mess with her is gonna get the bad end of the stick; especially with that pole up her ass." Before he knew it her gun barrel was pointed at his throat.
"Another comment like that and you'll never be able to smoke a cigarette again." Both men then walked quickly into the bar.
Inside it was partly crowded. It definitely wasn't the best bar they've seen but it also wasn't the worst. But unlike a few they've been to they have never seen a platform in one like in this one. From the corner of the eye you could easily spot the gangsters from the regular citizens, though not really much difference from a single glance. As they sat on the stools at the bar counter the bartender showed up. "What'll ya have?"
Roy shook his head. "We're here looking for someone." The bartender then raised a brow. "We were told that a young woman by the name of Silvers would be here tonight. Have you seen her or at least heard of her?"
"Hmm. You two must not be from around here if ya don't know 'bout tha Silvers girls: Tarin and Taylor Silvers." They both looked confused and shook their heads. "Yeah I've seen 'em, but they're about to do a show and I can't be much o' service in getting' you their attention." Just as they were about to ask a few lights had dimmed down. The only strong source of light was on the platform in the back of the place. "It's startin'."
Walking onto the stage were three females. Two looked alike with same brown skin complexion and long brown hair; but had hair of different length and height. The third was shorter, looked younger, and had dirty blonde hair in two pigtails. All three walking center stage as the patrons of the tavern started cheering and whistling for them.
"The two taller ones are tha Silvers sisters." The bartender pointed out. "The one on the far left is Taylor; the youngest one. The one in the middle is Tarin; the eldest one. The shorter one on the far right is a friend of theirs, Cathelynn. All three of 'em perform here every week. They're tha talk of the city." But the other two didn't pay all that much attention to the man.
"Wow. They're hot." Jean blurted out with.
Some music had begun to play.
[Tarin:]
Kawashita hazu no nai yakusoku ga
Kyou mo
Bokura no mirai wo ubaou to suru
[Taylor and Cathelynn:]
Hoshigatte ita mono wo te ni shite me
Sunao ni
Umaku waraenai no wa naze darou?
Afureru namida wa yowasa ya koukai janai
[All:]
Itami ga unda kakera de.
Donna shunkan datte unmei datte
Hitotsotsu dake tashika na mono ga aru to shitta
Hitori de kangaechatte inma wo mayou yori
Ashita wo
Mukaeni yukunda
[Taylor:]
Zutto omotte itai kokoro ni jirai
SWITCH wa kitte nai
[Cathlynn:]
Kawaranai mirai kowashita itsumo boku wo
Miteru arfureta MELODY ga
[Tarin:]
Kudaranai to hitoni warawaretemo kira kira
Naosa ra kagayaku no wa naze darou?
Naniga hontou de uso ga nikutsu janakute
Kanjite itai kokoro de
Kitto aijou nante gensou datte
Gomakashitakuni yo, kizutsuita to shitemo
Wakari aitai to tsuyoku negau hoda muzugaru
Boku mo arukara
To the Colonel and Second Lieutenant, and the crowd, they were amazing. Looking at one another and nodded they got up and headed to the back of the platform.
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(A/N: Yay! Roy and the gang are here. I would've had Falman, Breda, and Fuery show up but thought those three would have been good enough. (No, you just don't like those guys very much.) Gahh! Shut up stupid voice in my head. Anyways, the song I used was Shunkan Sentimental by Scandal and also one of the opens for FMA. So that made it perfect to use. (You just used it cuz you're an otaku fan girl. That's why you even downloaded it to your ipod in the first place.) I said shut up and that's not true; I love Scandal. *cries in an emo corner and grows mushrooms with Tamaki-sempai*)
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