A/N: I'd like to thank everyone who's read this. Thank you.

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I apologize for how short this chapter is... I just wanted to get it out and I didn't know what else to write... :P Either way, I hope you enjoy!

Edward didn't know how long he stayed crouched behind the variety of cardboard boxes littering the alleyway he had hid in. Nor did he know if the soldiers had given up on their search for him. But, eventually, Ed knew, they were going to catch him at some point. He just hoped it wouldn't be in the near future. Alphonse was somewhere out there, and he planned on finding his younger brother as soon as possible.

"He's probably already out of the city by now," the teen heard Breda tell the rest of the unit as they passed by the alley that sheltered Edward for the fifth time that night.

"Something tells me he's not the one to run from a fight," the Colonel remarked. "But we can't spend anymore time looking for the boy. I'd prefer not to be late tomorrow and suffer Hawkeye's wrath, thanks."

"That's only because she pulls a gun on you," Havoc muttered.

"Hey! Shut up!" Mustang cried. "I'm not the only one!"

The pitter-patter of their footsteps and rumble of the unit's voices quickly faded away as Mustang's unit moved back towards their respective homes.

A certain blond poked his head over the boxes and peeked out of the alley cautiously. Heaving a sigh of relief, Edward scrambled out of his hiding place and ghosted his way back to his hotel room. The street lights were flickering on and off ominously. On a normal day, Ed would've been immediately suspicious, but there was too much cluttering his mind. But not even the fact there was a second pair of footsteps behind the boy knocked him out of his brooding.

Though it was already too late as a woman silently came up behind Edward and jammed a tranquilizer into his neck, watching him as he stumbled about in confusion and promptly collapsed to the ground.

"Don't worry, little golden boy, you'll return to your comrades soon enough," she murmured softly into Ed's ear, knowing full well that he couldn't hear her. "You and I are just going to have a nice, little discussion."

Hanging the boy over her shoulder, the blonde woman swiftly carried him back to where she was staying, thankful that the shadows dominated the streets.

A/N: Again, sorry for how short it is! Constructive criticism is always welcomed!