You entered the room with Maria in tow. “Hey.” you said simply.
The major grabbed you in a bone crushing hug. “Oh, Y/N! I was so worried about you!”
“Major….can’t….breathe…” you squeaked.
He put you down.
“Are you ok?” asked Ed.
You nod. “Yes, i’m fine. So, when is the train?”
“Tomorrow morning.” Ed told you.
You searched his golden eyes for some indication that you would be going along, but received none.
Maria noticed. “So, Ed. Looks like you four will have lots to talk about on the train, huh?”
Your face stayed stone still. On the inside, you were screaming at Maria’s unsubtlety.
Ed didn’t seem to notice. “Yeah, sure. Whatever.”
You let out a huge mental sigh of relief.
Maria shot you a grin when nobody was looking, and you gave her a small smile back.
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At the train station, you said your goodbyes to the major and Brosh, and hugged Maria. “Until next time, Maria!” you called, waving. “Have fun, Y/N!” she replied. You climbed aboard the train, laughing. You, Ed, Winry and Al laughed and talked the whole train ride.
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(Meanwhile at Central)
“Major bloodshed..Suspicious things in the military..Liore..Ishbal..” muttered Hughes as he circled said places on the map. “Well, well. Who the hell would think up something like this? I’ve got to tell the Fuhrer right away!”
He got up, but then the door slammed. The beautiful lady from before stood there. “Nuh-uh. Not so fast.” she said.
“Who are you?” he asked nervously.
She sliced her fingers at him and he threw his knife, which met its mark.
He grabbed his now bleeding shoulder and made his way to the office.
“Mr. Hughes. Are you here to place another call about your family?” asked the secretary, not looking up. When she did,she exclaimed, “Mr. Hughes! You’re bleeding!”
“Don’t mind me.” he said. He picked up the phone, thought it over for a second, but slammed it down.
“Mr. Hughes!”
“Never mind.”
He stepped out of the office and to an outside phone booth.
“Connect me to Roy Mustang!”
“What is the code, sir?”
“This is Major Colonel Hughes! Connect me immediately!”
“What is the code, sir?”
“Are you serious!? Uncle-Sugar-Oliver-8-8-0!”
“Please wait while I connect you.”
“Hurry up! The military’s in grave danger!”
Hughes tapped his foot impatiently, and a picture of his family fell down.
“Please put down the phone.” said a voice behind him.
He turned around. “W-who the hell are you?”
“I’m second lieutenant Maria Ross.” said the clone, pointing a gun.
“N-no you’re not! Second lieutenant Ross has a mole under her left eye!”
The girl froze. “Oh. How forgetful of me.” She wiped her finger under her eye and there it was.
“What the-..?”
“Please put down the phone, sir.”
His hand discreetly moved to his knife. “No...i’ve got a family!” he screamed, aiming the knife….
And suddenly, his wife Gracia was standing there instead.
“W-what?”
“You wouldn’t stab your own wife, now would you?”
“What the…”
Bam.
Blood pooled down around the booth like a tsunami.
The picture was swallowed up.
