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"Hey!" Roy Mustang burst into the hospital room of his comrade, Havoc. "I've got good news." His dark eyes flashed happily.

"What? Girls are going to come flocking because they realized what they're missing?" Havoc beamed, running his fingers through his brown and blonde hair.

"Huh, please. They'll flock to me before you; after all, I'm more handsome." Mustang joked seriously with him. "But I have a task from the military. It's something you can do from your bed, lucky you."

"A job you can do laying down…nice, I think."

"You just have to watch a suspicious person who's been hospitalized. If she wakes up, just yell…someone will hear you."

"Someone? Well, that makes me feel good." Havoc sighed. "Anyways, why's she suspicious? And why's she hospitalized? Wait-wait. Before you answer that, is she cute?" He asked very serious.

"I'll ignore that last one. You'll see why she's suspicious and we found her unconscious, so we couldn't exactly bring her in to the station." Mustang paused as there was a squeaky noise getting closer. "Here she is." He opened the door, and officers wheeled in a bed with someone strapped to it.

He gasped as he saw her. She was lithe; the handcuffs that held her to the bed were as small as they could go. Her skin was ebony black, and she had long white hair. Her face was unmarred and peaceful as she unwillingly slept. Havoc thought she was actually quite beautiful. Then he saw her ears, which were pointed like an-

"Elf?" He said aloud.

"Those don't exist. We think she's part of some type of human transmutation. I have to go now, have fun." The Flame Alchemist waved a curt goodbye and left.