"Fuhrer Mustang, sir. The rebellion refuses to be broken down, and has spread to almost all of Xing." a soldier informed Mustang via phone.

"I'll send back up." Mustang informed him.

Lan Fan asked asked quietly, "What's happening in Xing?"

"The rebellion has spread." Mustang spoke gruffly.

"We have to help them out!" exclaimed Lan Fan.

"We can't let you do that." Fuhrer Mustang told her.

"I'm trained to fight and protect. I am not a damsel in distress." Lan Fan reminded him.

"They know your face, and are intent to kill you and Emperor Yao. It's not safe." Mustang warned logically.

"I wear my mask for my job, so it's usually on. I only had it off for a few seconds that day." Lan Fan argued back.

"Someone there could of had a photographic memory, and is hellbent on killing you, or someone could of taken a picture of you. My point is that they could still recognize you." Mustang reasoned irritably.

"I could wear a disguise, like when we came to Amestris." Lan Fan spoke confidently.

"They could still might be able to recognize you, and it isn't even safe for ordinary Xingese citizens."

Lan Fan stared morosely back at Mustang, and muttered, "You're right."