You should notice something distinctive between this chapter and previous Roy chapters. it's subtle…but also obvious. Let me know if you figure it out. Chapter 13 now begins.
Chapter 13
"Um, excuse me…Detective Mustang, sir?" The voice that had squeaked the words out was so small, Mustang wasn't even sure that he had heard it. Detective Vorac's head lifted as Mustang turned his own to gaze at the young, mousy woman standing there, her hands clutching a piece of paper.
"You're one of Fokker's people, right?" The young woman nodded furiously and the head detective swiveled around in his chair, facing the bespectacled woman with a frown. "Does he need me for something?"
"Oh…oh n-no, sir!" she stammered out, bowing her head up and down in embarrassment. Now he was really confused. "A-actually, he doesn't know I'm here. I-I-"
Another loud voice interrupted the young woman's babbling, causing everyone to look in the direction of the offender. "Hey, Vorac, we're grabbing a bite to eat. You coming?" Vorac's nose raised hopefully at the question and Mustang bit back an annoyed groan.
"I can handle the rest of the paperwork. Just go." Vorac smiled, his enormous teeth glistening as he bounded off. Despite the small twitch to his lips, he peacefully watched his new partner bound off to meet with Kimblee and Jealot. Of course, he couldn't stand either of them with Kimblee's still-maniacal laugh and Jealot's constant attitude of looking down on other detectives. It only served to annoy him that his partner associated with the two on an almost daily basis. Wrenching himself away from the revolting sight, Mustang focused his attentions back on the young woman. "Anyway, how can I help you, miss…?"
"Sheska, sir," the young woman informed him, a blush tainting her cheeks. "Um…I have a message from Edward Elric, for you."
"Fullmetal?" Now his curiosity was piqued. How did Ed know this woman, and why would he send her with a message? "How do you know Fullmetal?"
"We've been friends a little over a year. I met him when he was working over at North," Sheska explained to him and the head detective nodded. However, she continued to yammer on despite his dismissive gesture. "I also know his wife quite well…I admire her so much."
"And is there a reason that he sent you with a message to me?" Sheska finally seemed to realize that she had been running her mouth and clammed up instantly, with another embarrassed flush to her face.
"He said something about telephones but I didn't quite understand it. Oh, he also asked me to pull some files for him." Something snapped in Mustang's head, and he knew that he must have scowled, owing to the deathly frightened look on the young woman's face. Damn that kid! "I didn't tell anyone! He asked me not to, and I'm pretty good at keeping secrets, even if I am a terrible liar."
"What's the message?" Mustang seethed out through gritted teeth. Sheska swallowed audibly, but stood up straight to deliver the message, reading off the tiny piece of paper.
"He says something like…he's found a link and wants you to meet him at his house right away. I don't know what it all means, but he was rather serious about it." Mustang barely heard her as he flew off his chair, ripping his coat with him.
"Great work, Sheska, thanks!" Mustang breathed as he strode past her. He knew that the woman was likely very confused by his brusque action but paid little attention to it as he practically flapped his way to the station entrance. Standing there was a sopping wet Kain Feury, shaking his head like a dog who had escaped a downpour.
"Oh, boss, leaving already?" he asked and Mustang gave a muffled assent as he slipped his coat on. "Be careful, it's really pouring out there."
"East City rains, huh?" Mustang grumbled out but flashed the young detective a winning smile. "Oh, Feury, there's a pretty Internal Affairs officer by my desk, if you wouldn't mind helping her out."
"Sure…" Feury said abashedly as the head detective gave his subordinate a wink. Flipping his hood up, Roy stepped out into the rain and made a dash for his car. Feury was a good kid, but his age and job precluded him from having any actual dating life. Who knew? Maybe the two of them would hit it off. After all, Ed seemed to trust the young woman, so she couldn't be all that bad.
Thunder rumbled overhead as he got into his car and started it up. He should have expected this, after all, Ed had told him just yesterday that he might have something by today. The thought made him laugh as he started his drive. If somebody had told him just a few days ago that a twenty-year old would be his partner in the most important case of his career, he would have told them to see a shrink. Now, however, there was an odd serenity that filled him at the thought. Ed understood the grief that Mustang was going through, just as Riza had. He didn't tell Roy to stop chasing after the truth. That said something to him.
The lights at the Elric house were on by the time he pulled into their driveway half an hour later. More than thankful that the rain hadn't reached Resembool, Roy stepped on to the porch and knocked on the door, the sound echoing clearly in his ears. Moments later, the door opened and the lovely Winry Elric was standing there, a look of only moderate surprise on her face. "Detective Mustang, Ed didn't tell me you'd be stopping by…though it's not like he tells me much of anything."
"I assume he's home then, Mrs. Elric?" Winry nodded brightly and beckoned the older man inside. It was like a parade of sounds and smells that assailed him as he stepped into the brightly lit home. Chattering was heard from a side room and he could have sworn he heard a sizzle from a frying pan in the kitchen. Then there was the heavenly smell of beef broth and fresh baked rolls. All in all, the place smelled like home…or at least more home-like than Roy's apartment ever had. It was kind of like Gracia's.
"Will you be staying for dinner?" Winry asked him as she shut the door behind him. "I made a huge pot of stew for dinner and enough rolls to feed an army."
"I wouldn't want to impose," Mustang fended off but Winry only laughed lightly, her laugh sounding like wind chimes by the Oceanside.
"Impose? I already have three extra people, what's one more?" Roy just cracked a smile at her but didn't say anything. "There's cheesecake for dessert. Anyway, Ed's in the living room." He thanked her as she bounced off to the kitchen and he went in the direction she had pointed to. He stopped short upon viewing the sight in the living room.
"Fullmetal, can I ask why you're at a table surrounded by police documents that are being read by Mrs. Curtis and a man I assume is your brother?" Roy's question got the attention of the young forensics specialist, who turned to face him with a wide grin.
"I take it Sheska gave you my message," Ed remarked, but Mustang only scowled in his direction. "As for this, don't worry about it; they're all people I trust very much. I just thought I could use an extra hand."
"You certainly have a lot of people you trust…" Ed just shrugged as the young man sitting next to him stood up and offered his hand.
"Sorry about him, we just wanted to help, honestly. Alphonse Elric; I'm Ed's younger brother," he introduced himself and Roy softened a bit, taking the hand kindly. "So, you're the famous Detective Mustang. Brother talks about you a lot…though he mostly uses epithets like Detective Dipstick."
"Stop babbling, Al. And sit down Mustang; dinner won't be ready for a while and we have a lot to talk about." Mustang decided to sweep Ed's insults aside and seat himself next to Izumi, staring at his young colleague expectantly. "Right, so there was a lot we discovered."
"Let's not forget it was me that did the real discovering, you little shrimp," Izumi snapped, whacking her protégé over the head with the file she was holding. Ed was reduced to a jittery mess, his brother patting him soothingly on the back while Izumi slipped the file open on the coffee table.
"I know this guy. Detective McDougal, good guy, even if he was a little gruff around the edges. He disappeared shortly after the bombings," Mustang commented with a frown. "His body was never found."
"Oh, it was found, but not as Isaac McDougal."
"What's your point, kid?" Ed glowered at him and Alphonse quickly leaned across the table to answer in his brother's stead.
"This Homunculus Corporation killed him and made it look like he was just disappearing. It turned out to be one heck of a clean-up job for just one dirty cop in Ishval."
"Wait, you're saying that there was a corrupt cop in Ishval, too? How high was this guy to be worth a clean-up over?"
"I kind of wondered over that myself, actually," Ed pointed out before picking up another file and splaying it open. There was no picture but Mustang's quick glance at the file told him it was Scar's. "Then Teacher pointed out something to me: McDougal was investigating the psychologist's death."
"It was only a day after that man's death that Scar blew up the station," Izumi explained but Mustang still couldn't seem to understand what they were getting at. "He went straight for the gullet. If you were working a murder case, wouldn't you find it odd that the day after your victim is murdered, the police station was blown to high heaven?"
"So, Scar and the department psychologist are related?" Ed shrugged and Roy found his lower lip twitching with frustration toward the golden-eyed man. "Then what's the link here?"
"Simple; McDougal thought the same thing and went looking for connections to both cases." Izumi coughed a little but continued on with her thorough relationship. "He must have found some connection and was killed as a result, to protect the person inside: a cop who could kill to protect industrial secrets. In conclusion, Scar was after the same cop McDougal was after when he bombed the station and hospital."
"Though we're still not sure how he's connected to the psychologist. For all the records show, the doctor was a real loner, but that could've easily been altered by someone here at East. Catching Scar would be the easiest way to find it all out," Ed concluded and Mustang found that his frown was deepening even further.
"Yeah, there's just one problem with that, Fullmetal. How do we catch a man who's been a ghost for the better part of ten years? And how do we go about it so this network of corrupt cops doesn't get wind of it?" Needless to say, after Roy asked his question, he didn't like Ed's toothy grin, nor his brother's explanation.
"The three of us did some digging," Al spouted forth and Mustang locked his eyes onto the younger brother. "Did you know that at the time of the bombings there were ten detectives and fifty officers at the Ishval Police Department? Well, about five officers and three detectives were killed between the two bombings, which would be expected."
"Then why is this information relevant to the case?" Izumi simply slipped him a piece of paper and Mustang took a look at it, his eyes widening as he scanned the information. "You're kidding, right? All of those remaining detectives and three other officers, all of whom had become detectives, have since died? !"
"Not just died; murdered. Scar made it look like a natural gas explosion but I read the files and the forensic evidence fits," Ed determined. "Scar has been systematically killing off any officers that have publicly announced they were at the Ishval PD around the time of the bombings."
"What's the plan, then?"
"You're not going to like it," Ed stated simply and Mustang felt shivers flow down his spine. "I do have a plan, but you're not going to like it. First, how much do you trust Chief Grumman?"
"With my life." Ed nodded and Roy cast him a perplexed look. A shifting next to him told him that Izumi's attentions were back on to him, and the head detective looked at her warily, frightened of the wicked grin.
"How do you feel about being bait?" she asked him and Roy spluttered. Before he could formulate an articulate response, the doorbell rang and Winry called for dinner. "Don't worry, should be harmless."
"I'd hardly call being bait as harmless. And what does Grumman have to do with this?"
"I'll run it down for you," Ed expounded. "We're going to set a trap for Scar. We'll have Chief Grumman set up a live press conference where you'll inadvertently let slip about Ishval. That should get Scar calling, where you and the other detectives will have a sting all set up and ready to go. With that, we could have Scar caught by tomorrow night and plenty of info on his target by the next day."
Mustang gazed at Ed with scrutiny for a time until Winry's calls for dinner reached him again. "Damn it, fine. You can't make it big if you don't take risks, right? We'll call Grumman tonight."
"After dinner! I'm famished." Roy could only laugh as Ed stood and stretched, moving to follow his brother and teacher out of the living room. "You coming, Mustang? Winry's stew is to die for and we've got more than enough."
Somehow, Ed's invitation had never sounded so warm, despite the tone. His face split into a soft smile and he nodded, getting up quickly. Ed's footsteps faded into the kitchen and Roy followed after him, catching yet another whiff of stew as he entered. "What the-You're Yao Ling…I mean Ling Yao!"
"So I am," the Xingese president said jovially, a wide smile stretching his face. "Are you a detective? I seem to remember seeing you at the station."
"Er…Roy Mustang." Ling just waved in greeting before placing his head on the table woefully.
"Is dinner almost ready…I'm hungry!" he whined and Ed slapped him over the head.
"Stop complaining you squinty-eyed freak!" Ed snapped, taking a bowl from an ebony-haired girl that was setting the table.
"He's right," the girl said in a high pitched voice," if you want to eat quicker then help us out!"
"But I like being lazy once in a while…oh, and I'm not a freak, brother," Ling uttered as Roy took a seat next to Izumi, taking the bowl with thanks.
"Yes, you are. You claim to be the same age as me but have a freakish adult face…and you mooch off of people!" Ed ducked a flying pen that was thrown by the woman sitting next to Ling before continuing on. "Plus, I'm not your brother!"
"But Mei is marrying your brother, so that makes us brothers!"
"Not until the wedding, brother-in-law, dearest." Ed's skin had tightened considerably with the smile he gave. Ling gave his own customary Cheshire grin back before Winry strode by, knocking them both on their heads with bowls of stew. Roy simply leaned across the table to Alphonse, who was chatting politely with the woman he assumed was Mei.
"Is it always like this at dinner?" he asked and Alphonse laughed softly.
"Never a dull moment in the Elric household!"
"Which reminds me, squinty-eyes," Ed quickly ducked a ruler that was thrown at his head, "Greed had a message for you."
"Oh, you know Greed? Charming man," Ling sang out, taking a bite of his stew.
"Lecherous defiler of Xingese traditions," the woman next to Ling spat, and he responded by patting her on the back soothingly, causing her to blush.
"Come now, Lan Fan, he does have his good qualities. Anyway, what was the message?"
"He says he had a sword to return to you…or something like that. What's it mean?" Ed asked, gulping down his own stew. Roy watched the exchange with only mild interest, chomping on what could have been said to be the most delicious stew he had ever tasted.
"He wants me to get him out of the country, and since I owe him on, I'll have to get on it. Mmm, Winry, this stew is delicious."
"I agree," Roy finally spoke as Ed's wife beamed at him. "You know, I have a good friend who has a lot of great recipes, if you'd be interested."
"Sure thing, I always like making new foods."
"All right, less talking, more eating!" And they did just that, the atmosphere at the table light and pleasant. It was only after their stomachs were full and the house filled with pleasant conversation, that Roy and Ed took their leave to return to the station.
It ended up being lucky for them when they caught Grumman as he was exiting the station. Only a quarter of an hour later, and Ed had explained the entire plan to the chief. Grumman sat there a moment, contemplating what had just been asked of him.
"Let me understand, boys," he mused," you want me to use an abandoned house, tout it up as Mustang's place by using a live press conference, all to catch the man you think may be involved in Claudio's shooting? You want to put any number of my officers at risk and destroy what is now considered to be public property just to catch someone who may or may not be involved in a Central City case?" Mustang gave a light cough. Well, when you put it like that…
"Pretty much, sir…" Ed admitted brashly and Grumman surveyed him.
"All right, then, I'll call in some favors." Mustang pitched forward in shock. Was that all it took to get the chief to sign off on this? "I'm not a fan of jurisdiction. You know that, Mustang. If our guys can get him when Central can't, then jurisdiction can go to hell. Just don't let me down."
"You're way too on board with this, sir," Mustang noted and Grumman chuckled as he stood.
"I like forward thinking. Just make sure your team is prepped for the operation. I wish you luck." And Grumman took his leave. Ed yawned wide, standing up.
"Well, we've got a long day ahead of us."
"Yeah…" Mustang breathed elatedly. "Hey, Ed, thanks for inviting me to dinner."
Ed scratched the side of his head before responding. "Yeah, well, you can thank me after we catch Scar. Until then, let's stay focused. Okay, partner?" Mustang scoffed.
"Deal."
"Just breathe and relax naturally. It's only going to be a few questions." Roy tugged at the collar of his shirt, where the tiny microphone was sitting, neatly placed for minimal comfort. He really hated this idea, but at least Ed's plan had sounded sane…up until this point.
"You're sure this will be airing live?" he asked the reporter who nodded at him with a wide grin.
"It's not very often that Grumman allows us to interview one of his head detectives outside of an investigation, so if he attached a stipulation to it, we'll bite either way." Roy breathed in nervously, but accepted the answer. It wasn't so much the fact that he was talking with a reporter here, but rather that this interview could just as well get him killed. "All right, we're on in ten…nine…"
Damn it, Fullmetal, this better work, he thought savagely, affixing a somewhat natural smile on his face as the cameraman nodded to the reporter. "I'm here live with Roy Mustang, head detective of the East City Police Department, outside his home here in Upper East City. Tell me detective, you're quite young for your position, yet the crime rate goes down by the day while solved cases skyrocket."
Mustang swallowed before replying, "I know a lot of people may be deterred by my age, but I still promise to bring the best leadership that I can in order to keep crime from rising, especially in places like Ishval."
"You served in Ishval, correct?" Do or die moment, now the whole world will know, Roy thought as he nodded toward the reporter.
"Yes, I was stationed there after my days in the academy. I'd like to think it was my effort in helping the citizens and other officers after the bombings there that recommended me for my current position."
"You've been head detective for five years now, correct? Do you have any idea on where you will go in the future of the department?" Roy gave out a laugh in his attempt to seem casual.
"I can't even say whether or not Chief Grumman is going to retire anytime soon, so for the moment I would have to say no comment." The reporter nodded before leaning in slightly. Glancing behind the man he saw the cameraman rolling his hand, indicating that they needed to wrap soon.
"And are there any big cases lately. You recently solved the Chopper case, if I remember correctly."
"Well, I can't comment on any ongoing investigations, but rest assured, as head detective of East City, I will endeavor to put all criminals behind bars and keep East City safe."
"Thank you for your time, detective." A second later, the filming ended and Roy felt himself breathe again. He exchanged words of thanks with the crew while removing his microphone and after only a few minutes, was walking back to his car, calling Ed with his earpiece.
"I saw it," Ed stated as soon as he picked up the phone. Roy scowled into his windshield as he responded to the young man.
"I sounded like a pompous ass…it's why I hate press conferences. Though considering it was only one reporter I could hardly call it that," Roy complained.
"I thought it was an accurate representation," Ed chuckled out and the scowl the head detective was wearing only deepened. "I'm heading out now-oh! Winry wanted me to tell you that you should come over for dinner more often. I swear, she likes cooking almost as much as she likes automail."
"No stipulations?" Roy asked and he could practically feel the confusion on the other end of the line.
"It's dinner, Mustang, not a course in college. We don't bother with pre-reqs."
"Hughes always used to make me bring Riza to dinner."
"Yeah…well, I'm not a matchmaker and I don't want to meddle in your almost non-existent love life. I've got better things to do than get you and your crush together."
"You do realize I have a gun, right?" The threat was thinly veiled, but Ed didn't seem frightened in the very least. The churning of an engine was heard as Roy waited for his response.
"And I have a brain…what's your point?" Roy just groaned at the forensics specialist's cheeky comment. "All right, you remember the plan, right?"
"Oh, I'm not sure…we only went over it three different times!" Calming himself down, Roy relaxed in his car. "I've got Havoc, Breda, Feury, and Armstrong monitoring the front of the house and Vorac is on the radio back at the station. I'll drive out to get some food and come back. Do you think that will be enough time?"
"Scar worked fast back in Ishval, so I have no doubt he'll work quickly here. I'm just glad that we got a house that was only foreclosed recently. Anyway, I'll be there soon." Roy grunted as Ed terminated the call. Taking off his earpiece, he started his own car and drove away from the site of their operation.
He had to admit to himself that the whole idea of this plan was risky. There were far too many variables that they could not control, and Mustang hated it when he couldn't manipulate events in his favor. One wrong misstep could cause a loss of life or limb and that was something he was not willing to see happen. Yet, at the same time, it was the only alternative he could possibly see working. For once, he could taste the possibility of success in the air. It wouldn't be easy, he knew, but if this operation worked, then he was one step closer to the truth.
Roy finally came to a stop outside a burger joint and went inside to get some food. His phone lit up with a text as he waited in the line for the mid-morning rush.
Ishvalan guy sighted, hood conceals face. Move in? –Braidykins (P.S. Do we still have to use those stupid code names that Jacqueline came up with when she was smashed?)
Roy chuckled as he stepped up and placed a light order with the cashier girl, who blushed a little. After his order was taken, Roy turned back to his phone to respond to Breda.
We can't arrest someone until we know they've committed a crime, otherwise we'll be accused of racial profiling. Wait until I get back. By the time he was done typing out his text, his order had arrived and Roy took it to a table to eat. The sighting of an Ishvalan man, assuming of course that it was Scar, meant he didn't necessarily have to take his time chowing down on his food. However, he still decided to be deliberate in order to increase their chances of success.
After clearing his order, Mustang dumped his trash (including the non-surreptitious phone number from the enamored cashier) and strode back out to his car. Taking a deep breath, he started on his way back to the abandoned house. Of course, the house wasn't entirely abandoned since they had to at least make it look lived in, but that was just so the plan would work. It took him another forty-five minutes to get back, but he was pleased to see not only the near unidentifiable cars of his team, but also the pale red of Ed's car as well. Mustang quickly parked his car on the side of the street and stepped out, nodding covertly to his stationed men. As he started to walk towards the house, a motorcycle rushed past him and Roy forced himself to cool down from the near accident.
"This will go just fine, right?" he whispered to himself as he stepped on the garden path and slipped into the house. For all intents and purposes, the house looked as if no one had stepped inside it since they had furnished the place last night; the head detective wasn't about to take any chances though, and he quickly went through the house, slipping quietly out the back door. No sooner had he stepped on the back patio that he heard a yell of "we got him!" and Mustang blasted off for the front lawn.
True to the cry he had heard, the hooded Ishvalan man was pinned down by Armstrong a small distance from the house, and Feury was next to him, holding a box. "We caught him trying to sneak inside, carrying this box."
"I'm telling you, there's nothing in it. It's just an easy-bake oven!" the Ishvalan man yelped as Armstrong flexed his muscles threateningly.
"A likely story! Ovens can be bombs just as my muscles have been said to surpass those of heavenly deities!" the bigger man proclaimed triumphantly.
"I swear…it's true…" the man croaked out in protest. Feury opened up the box and showed the contents to Mustang. True to his word, it was an easy-bake oven; and while Armstrong was right, something about the situation was beginning to be unsettling. "Look, I got paid 2000 cenz to put this oven inside this house. The guy said it was a practical joke between frien-"
BOOM!
That was the second time in Mustang's life that he had ever been close to an explosion, and just like the first, it threw him backwards. Thankfully, the lawn was plush and softened the blow, only leaving his ears ringing in the wake of it. "Armstrong! Feury! You guys all right?"
"Aw, man, my glasses cracked, but I'm fine!"
"Most splendid! These muscles of protection have been passed down the Armstrong line for-"
"Fuck!" Mustang screamed, cutting off Armstrong's rant. The Ishvalan man was unconscious but the explosion had flipped his hood up, revealing only one thing. "There's no scar on his forehead! This isn't Scar!"
"But then, where-" A loud churning noise was heard as the motorcycle that nearly hit Mustang earlier went racing down the road. This time he was able to catch a glimpse of the man on the cycle and noticed his clearly dark skin and large scar on his forehead.
"That's him! Let's move!" Mustang barked out and the three left the unconscious man in order to slip into their cars. As Roy buckled in, a red car zoomed past him and the head detective cursed. With a flick of the switch, his siren went on and Roy pulled out, racing after the two of them. Not missing a beat, he quickly grabbed his radio transceiver. "All available units in Northern East City respond. This is Head Detective Roy Mustang. Myself, and Detectives Havoc, Breda, Feury and Armstrong are in pursuit of an Ishvalan male with a scar on his forehead who is driving a motorcycle. Also in pursuit is Edward Elric in a red S23. Suspect is considered dangerous and must be captured alive."
The slight burst of static on the end of the line was enough to give him a sort of acknowledgement and Mustang revved his car up to full throttle. Ed was still in his range of sight and despite his own lack of siren, the young man seemed to be handling his chase rather well. Roy swerved out of the way of a slow moving car and squeezed between another two. It wasn't easy chasing a man on a motorcycle, considering he could easily slip through places that cars could not. A sudden movement caught Roy's eyes as he saw a car backing out of its driveway. Roy slammed on the brakes, and thanks to the previous day's rain, his car was spun into a fishtail, spiraling down the street with minimal control.
After nearly half a minute of spinning, the head detective gained control of his car and sped forward once again. Of course, the downside to his little escapade was that he had completely lost sight of his quarry. "Someone please tell me they have eyes on Fullmetal!" The lack of response he received was disconcerting. Mustang swore loudly as he entered what was possibly one of the most populated sections of the city. Scar was good; he would certainly be able to lose them here. Mustang reached for his earpiece and quickly called Ed. The phone rang but no one picked up, so the older man decided on a different tactic.
"Is there anything you need?" came Vorac's voice and Mustang breathed a sigh of relief.
"Vorac, are there any other sightings of Scar or Fullmetal?" he asked breathlessly and it seemed an eternity before the man gave an answer, an audible sound of swallowing punctuating the air before it.
"No, but there was an accident on Tanner Avenue. Something about a red car driving through a fruit stand and forcing a motorcycle off the road. Apparently, when the officers arrived the man was fine and off his motorcycle while the car was empty." Mustang barely heard the last words, swinging his car in the direction of Tanner Avenue. Vorac seemed to be about to go on but Mustang merely gave his thanks and ended the call, roughly picking up his radio.
"All units respond to Tanner Avenue. I repeat, all units respond to Tanner Avenue," Mustang shouted as he swerved his way around civilians. "Suspect is likely in a struggle with Fullmetal-Edward Elric. Do not harm Elric!" Roy didn't wait around for confirmation, merely dragging his car into Tanner Avenue, where the evidence of the car chase was pure and utter chaos. Fruit was scattered all over the street and Mustang quickly identified Ed's car and Scar's motorcycle, both heavily damaged. The first responders had already pulled up and blocked off an alleyway. Roy quickly pulled his car into a park and unbuckled himself. With all haste, he slid out of the car and whipped his gun out, dashing over.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we can't get a clear shot. Not without hitting Mr. Elric!" the officer responded. Roy had little time for such words, quickly pushing through the barricade of officers, his gun held to bare.
Unfortunately, he didn't need it. Because Ed was standing there, as well, a gun in his hands that was trained on Scar.
Author's Note: Well, it's been a while but I have my reasons for that. School was a nasty little thing to me during my last few weeks of my college career. Then I had the brilliant idea of posting this today! It's been one year since I posted this chapter! While I only have 13 chapters so far, rest assured, I will start writing at a much quicker speed in the future. Big stuff is coming up in the story, so look forward to it. On my profile page, I said I would have a special surprise…that's not happening this time, but it will be there with the next chapter, look forward to it. Also, my request for an image cover is still open for those who wish to partake. Just message me. Also, make sure you leave me a review and Dare to be Silly.