Author Note: I have discovered the joys of writing during class. AP stats has fallen victim to my boredom and is where these one-shots are born. I felt kind of bad for ignoring the teacher, but it didn't stop me from writing. R&R
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State alchemists were given a few more privileges than other soldiers of the same rank. They were allowed to go on 'solo' missions and were permitted to take up to twenty soldiers with them. The state alchemists handpicked these men.
They usually took anywhere between fifteen and twenty.
The brave ones took ten and the stupid ones, besides Kimbley, went alone. Never before had an alchemist only requested one.
Major Roy Mustang only wanted one soldier on his mission with him. Albeit, she was one of the best snipers on the front lines, but it was still odd. There was no evident reason for Roy to request Riza as his only backup.
The generals allowed it, but only because King Bradley ordered it. He wanted to see what would happen; Roy Mustang piqued his curiosity.
The foot soldiers saw the pair off. The men couldn't help but feel like they would never see the sniper and alchemist again.
A week later, the two came back.
The generals were astonished to see them. They were even more surprised when Riza delivered a report. She wrote the report for the mission and delivered it right when she arrived back at camp. Her clothes were still covered in dry blood.
Riza only stayed long enough to debrief. She went beck to where Roy was being pestered by some soldiers. Maes was watching from the side, worried by his friends clouded gaze. Like Riza, Roy was covered in the blood of those he had killed.
While Maes distracted the men, Riza managed to drag the preoccupied man to the shower tent. Maes kept watch as Riza nudged Roy under the water. She joined the alchemist, both of them still fully clothed.
The water would help with the physical evidence and it would hide their tears, but the blood would never wash off their skin.
The two of them had killed nearly two thousand Ishvalans over the course of seven days without sustaining any injuries.
They were the ultimate weapon.
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End Note: I officially have no life. I spend all of my time just running around like a chicken with my head cut off. It gets a little confusing at times.
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