Dawgs of the Military

Cosmos Alchemist

     A stone wall formed behind him as Maice charged, tumbling through the fire. There, he was caught, a stone blade to his throat. "When this is over, you tell me how you got connected with my location." Maice growled. She jumped back, clapping her foot and hand together then struck the ground, pinning Roy to the wall. Dropping the stone, she quickly made a sharper, more delicate sheath knife. Maice made her way over to Kimbley, who was still strapped to the ground, and stared down on him like a hawk to its mouse. Her knife was dangling from the tips of her fingers, threatening to fall through his forehead. "Okay, that's enough for today, good work, Mutt Alchemist." King Bradley spoke loud and cheery. Maice let the blade slip, a gasp came from the crowd. The knife barely cut his ear, landing on the soft ground beside his head, before shattering into dust. Maice ignored Bradley and freed Edward, helping him up to his feet, then doing the same with Roy. "Mhm, Andrews, I would like my state alchemist to be able to walk, during work." He said motioning to Kimbley. She smirked at him. "Sorry, I got better plans." She said. From there, she walked to Evan and Tilly, who greeted her happily with her auto mail, then started walking to Roy's office.
     'Clink'  Maice attached her auto mail on, gritting her teeth as she did so. Roy waltz in, slapping a file down on the desk. She snatched it up and read inside.
                        Franklin W. Andrews
                    Height: Unknown
                    Eye Color: Blue
                    Hair Color: Blonde
                   Siblings: Jane R. Andrews, Donald J. Andrews
                   State Alchemist at age thirty, known as the Cosmos      
             Alchemist.
                   Born: September 23, 1951
                   Died: September 22, 2001, age, 49.
                  Cause of Death: Unknown
                  Last known location, West Dublith, 347 S. Antler Rd.
     Maice glared up at Roy, who was waiting for a response. "You thought I was related to him, didn't you?" Maice said with a smirk. "He's not?" Maice shook her head. "My dad worked with him yes, but we're not blood related. You can't just go out making assumptions because of someone's last name, Roy." He folded his hands. "He died at your house?" Maice shook her head again. "He died closer to the city of Dublith. I don't know exactly where but..." Maice glanced at her hand and stood up. "Sorry, I have to go."