Chapter <•7•>

<•Undiscloses Location• 3rd Person POV• 25 Hours After Kidnapping•>

Riza had found herself sitting in a chair, a whole different room than before. The man who had entered her room, a tall and gaunt figure, was a meager guard, ordered to bring her here. He stood at the doorway, to where the door itself was will remain a mystery, a simple gap in the wall at where it used to be.

There was a hanging lamp, the light would flicker every few seconds at random. The smell of saw dust and wood, and the coolness of the concrete floor where the only things assuring her this was real, and not a dream as she hoped it was. Riza was getting desperate, though nothing betrayed her thoughts on her face, an emotionless blank look remained there.

Her eyes where fixated at the guard, back to her. If she moved silently, and fast enough, Riza could easily knock out and disarm him, at best. A M-14 strapped to his shoulder, loud, but effective in its job. A small metal table sat infront of her. She would need to get around it.

Riza was seconds away from moving, when the tall guard stepped away from the door frame, another man, dark hood shadowing his face stepped into the room. The only aight visible, his grinning mouth.

He stood opposite her and sat on his own chair. The stranger threw his legs up and relaxed them, crossed, on the table.

"Hello," The man said, his voice was low, but unlike Mustangs, whoms voice was one of comfort and familiarity, the other mans was scratchy and menacing. "How are you, my lady?"

His tone held no sincerity. If anything, it was mockery, as a child teasing another rudely. Riza did not reply, her expression cold and unrevealing.

"Silent type? Not so willing to talk?" He questioned, a hint of humor in his voice. "I bet you're a real screamer though. "

The door guard chuckled. But she did not react. One hand held firmly to her stomach, shutting of the pain, and the jesters of her visitor.

"Well then," he continued after a moment silence. "I need you to answer some things for me. And I do apologize about the conditions, I'd prefer to show a lady as yourself a good time before prying at all her secrets, but hey, can't always get what I want. So here's the deal, tell me everything on Roy Mustang, and you'll die quick and painless. Ignore me, and I'll make it as slow and painful as I want, and send lovely pictures to your precious Colonel and ruin him. "

Riza wasn't sure if he was serious or not. The tone in his voice has changed, from one who was in for a good joke, to a harsh, threatening tone. She visibly swallowed, her mouth was dry, throat itching for liquid.

"Why should I listen to you?" Riza tried to keep her voice as even as possible.

He laughed loudly. "Why shouldn't you? You're in no position to argue. And your face is getting paler, in guessing that wound of yours is very nasty. "

Rizas eyes narrowed. She had no idea who this man was, but the smallest sense of familiarity struck her. Where had she seen his face before?

But more importantly, she was not going to sell out the Colonel. She couldn't. No secrets would pass between her lips willingly, or otherwise.

"Fine then," the man shrugged, standing from his seat. And walking around the side of the table, trailing the fingertips of his hand on it, until reaching Rizas seat, and he brushed his cold and callused hand against her cheek, before yanking her by the hair towards him, and whispered in her ear. "then I'll make you talk."

She didn't make a sound. Hawkeye knew better, this wasn't as bad as it could be. Or so she told herself. The man pulled his hand away and crossed his arms behind his back, and went to stand behind her.

"For now, you may call me Mister Terklin," he said, his tone of voice changing, almost melodic. Almost. "And by the time I'm finished with you, you'll be begging for mercy. "

She made no move. Not a single change in her demeanor, or at least none he could indicate. He put his face right by Rizas ear, his disturbing warm breath brushed across her skin, sending shivers of repulsion down her spine.

"It's not wise to stay quiet, it'll get you killed around here." Terklin whispered. Riza was disgusted with him. But she kept her gaze steadily ahead of her.

"Sir," the tall guard interfered suddenly. "We've had a breach. It's the military. "

The guard waited on Terklins response, to which the interrogator laughed.

"So," he said whimsically. "I was right. There's no way they should've found us this quickly. It was urgent, so my hunch on his subordinate was correct. There's a connection, a close one. "

He smirked as he walked back around to the front of the desk area. And ten continued his short speech.

"I've always wanted a show down with the great Flame Alchemist. Finnly, bring the captive," he motioned towards Riza. "We're going Alchemist hunting. "

<•Outskirts of Amestris, Empty Warehouse District•3rd Person•Same Time•>

Roy had a small squadron of about fifteen trained and armed men. He was in full uniform, ignition cloth gloves on. His expression hard as stone.

He and his team advanced upon the warehouses, obviously something was off. It didn't seem natural, and was very cliche. As if straight from some story.

Mustang could feel the tension and nervousness coming from the soldiers, making the air almost palpable. One by one, each warehouse was searched. There was no other way, sadly, so this was the one option they had.

Put simply Roy missed Riza, and longed to be reunited. He was anxious, a eyebrows knit without knowing it.

There was one warehouse left. His heart was heavy, despaired. If she wasn't there then they would have to scratch everything, this was the biggest lead of all his digging on the Blue Squad. This area had been an old out post of theres, long sense abandoned ever since it was taken down.

Roy and his men went inside, and all split up in small groups of three, to cover the area quickly. Roy took two men with him, and set off to the right down a narrow hall. The smell of damp wood was everywhere, almost impossible to escape.

He took a left when the hallway forked, and found himself in a large open room. Crates to all sides, small windows high on the walls. But what truly caught his attention, was the people standing across him.

He heard his comrades raise their arms, and Roy's eyes widened.

Standing not fifteen feet away, was three men and a women. Only two of the people he recognized. The women, blonde hair, and deep hazel eyes he could stare into for hours. Riza. His most treasured subordinate. His queen. It took every bit of will power he possessed not to rush forward and encase her in his arms, to swear never to let her go again.

The other men, one, in a large dark hood, a grinning mouth the only thing visible, a simple man in casual clothing, and the other. One Roy knew from years ago. Bald. His large auto mail arm at his side, shot gun attachment, and hidden knife. Roy had seen that one first hand.

Mustangs men stood slightly behind him, both guns out and pointed at the hostiles. Roy put his hand out, ready to snap and watch the flames engulf anyone who dare move.

"Let my lieutenant go," Roy said in a firm commanding voice. "Or else. "

"So you're the flame alchemist?" The hooded figure questioned, as if not having heard Roy just seconds ago.

"Yes, " Roy said. "Colonel Roy Mustang, The Flame Alchemist. Now hand her over or you'll be fried. "

"Oh, no no no," The hooded man laughed. "You see, I've been waiting a very long time to meet you. And I'm not going to though away that moment for this wench. " he gestured to Riza.

Roy's anger flared. "Then I'll force you. "

Roy snapped his fingers, and red hot flames with pin point aiming hurtled towards the man. He heard slight sounds of amazement from the man to his left.

When the smoke cleared, Roy was surprised to see the once hooded man unharmed. But more then that, the hood lay on the floor behind him, as the man stood shirtless, red tattoos all over his skin, clearly alchemistic circles and signs. The first two people mustang could think of like that, was Kimblee and Scar. Having either of they're types of alchemy wouldn't be a good thing.

Crumbled peices of stone was on the floor, possibly from a quickly constructed wall that his flames destroyed.

"I'm Terklin, nice to meet you, Mustang."

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