I am sorry, really really sorry. These couple of months have been hectic. Several re writes of this chapter because the original planned ending was just plain rubbish and boring. I feel this isn't up to standard at all, but it's the best I can do at this moment in time.

After a while the final knock sounded. All eyes turned to the door as the handle was pushed down and the wooden panel opened. It was like slow motion as Heymans walked in first, holding the door as the traitor stepped through. The man paused and looked at the occupants in the room, was he expecting a salute? Good luck getting that any time now. All he got were confused looks from the captives and brief glances from Roy's unit. Reluctantly Breda placed a chair at the edge of the coffee table facing the desk as The Strong Arm Alchemist Alex Armstrong closed the door behind him and remained standing guard. If anyone tried to escape they would quite easily fail. The traitor took his seat, Roy could feel the anger burning up inside him.

The room was set, everyone was here, and now the time to conclude their undercover investigation had begun..

"Now that everyone's here we shall begin. As you all know me, and my unit, were sent undercover to Drachma to capture four people involved with the destruction of Central Headquarters. Our search for two of our original targets turned out to be a dead end, with both men now deceased, instead we were led to these three men. Nicholas Berry, Ferren Dewry and Frazen Matlock..." He made sure Guilford's identity would be kept unknown to the others until the time was right. "...you have been arrested for treason against the country of Amestris, plotting to destroy the country and it's residents by forms of fire power and explosives."

As much as Mustang would have loved to just get straight to the point and charge these people, as well as giving the traitor a piece of his mind...and ignition cloth, it was best that they took this as professionally and law abiding as possible.

Ed took over the reins, wanting to get straight to the point.

"Nicholas Berry and Ferren Dewry." The two men in question looked to the blonde, Berry believing it was better to glare at his captors. "Being ex military we have records of every soldier who was accepted, state alchemist or not. Unsurprisingly we couldn't find either files of your names, but we expected that from the start. But we did come across the names of Nicholas Gretway, Ferren Hyth, Veronica Berry and Greitz Dewry. " Both men's expressions stiffened before looking to each other. "Are we correct in thinking you took the names of these four people as your new identities? These four people were killed in an explosion when they went to investigate abnormal behaviour coming from the small village of Xyrintres in the West. It is unknown what happened to cause the explosion that claimed their lives in the seemingly quiet town, the resulting conclusion was that is was possibly a gas explosion, a tragic accident."

"It was not an accident!" The man known as Dewry quickly rose to his feet in protest before he is ordered to sit back in his seat.

"Keep quiet!" His associate snarled across from him.

The other man refused to listen to his comrade. "They were intentionally killed! It was all a set up!"

"Shut up!"

"We are going to be killed anyway! Have you forgotten what the sentence for treason is?" Knowing the severity of their crime would result in nothing else but the death penalty.

"Would you care to tell us your side of this story?" Roy rested his elbows on his desk and placed his conjoined hands in front of his face awaiting for the story. Everyone else in the room waited in silence, all eyes focused as the man begun to speak.

"We all graduated the academy at the same time, they were stationed in the south and us in the east." Indicating to his colleague. "We never lost contact with each other, and whenever all of us were called into central we'd always make time for one another. Everything was going great, we all enjoyed our jobs and were proud of serving our country. But it all changed over two years ago. One night in a bar not far from here we were approached by Brigadier General Edison, with a proposition for us. He lead us to a private room in the back and told us of a plan. Those who agreed to it would be pushed through the ranks and granted immortality." Roy's unit looked at each other fully well knowing the details, desperation and lengths they went to achieve their goal. But hearing of Edison seemingly choosing a random group of soldiers was something new.

"Did you have any links of contact with Edison prior to this meeting?" Remembering the small link Falman found when researching the missing targets.

"No, we were stationed in the East, the others in the South. Central was the best place to meet, but none of us knew Edison prior to that meeting."

"What did he ask you to do?"

"He told us to think about it. We didn't want to go along with it, but in reality we didn't have a choice. Just wanting to keep our jobs, and fearing what would become of us if we didn't, we reluctantly agreed, but the others point blank refused."

"And they got killed because they knew of the plan."

'Dewry' nodded sadly. "We never believed it was an accident and were pressing Edison on what information he had. He said he didn't know, but if we knew what was good for us we should keep our noses out and mouths closed."

"What did they require you to do?"

"Just follow what they told us, ignore a certain document here and there, turn a blind eye to certain incidents. But they were getting more active in the last year." Roy and the unit knowing fully well what happened during that time. "We never wanted to be part of this group in the first place, we were cowards for not following the others with their refusal. But we stayed until it got too much as we had to flee, taking the chance and accepting an assignment to any foreign land to get away from here. Luckily there was an undercover and information gathering mission to Drachma.
We didn't want anything to do with Amestris until Gavin approached us with a proposition, to get revenge on those responsible for the deaths of our comrades."

"So Gavin was the ringleader?"

"Well..I think so. I don't really know that much.." He looked to the man opposite.

"I took on that role on his request." 'Berry' interrupted as was finally co operating and admitting defeat in keeping silence. "He knew of other ex Amestrians in Drachma, thought it would be best if one of us took the reigns. We gained their trust and they joined willingly. But to this day I still don't understand why I was asked. Vic, Frazen and Harrison were Amestrians and they were in the group long before we arrived.."

Frazen provided the answer he was looking for. "Because you two were new, meaning more up to date information. Not to mention you were ranked higher than us. You had more discipline. It was what we needed. Gavin was not leader material, none of us were."

"So your sole purpose of joining that movement was to obtain revenge against the officers who killed your comrades?" Mustang continued the line of questioning.

"Yes." Both men replied.

"And what if I were to tell you that the men responsible were killed or incarcerated in a coup which happened over six months ago."

"When... Führer Bradley was killed?" They questioned.

"The very same."

The two men looked to each other. "Edison?"

"Died in his isolation cell in the Briggs fort, painfully from what I heard. We would be more than happy to go through all the names of those involved another time if you wish to ease your minds."

Everyone could see how relieved the two men were hearing that Edison was gone since he was the one who approached them, and no doubt threatened them, in the first place.
The story of these two men had come out, Roy could sympathise in some ways wanting to get revenge remembering the hatred that boiled in him to find and decimate Maes' killer. His was one person, the two men in front of him had four.

"We would like that General Mustang, to give us peace of mind before we are tried for our crimes."

The general looked down to the files on his desk. "Even though I now know your true identities from the information you have given us, can you please confirm your real names."

'Nicholas Berry' spoke first, swiftly followed by 'Ferren Dewry.'

"Colonel Geoffrey Barrett, East Headquarters."

"Major Henry Tafford, East Headquarters." Both men looked like they wanted to salute him but alas the handcuffs rejected that idea.

Two of their original four targets had been captured, the best result they could get with James and Prassen deceased. It could not have been done without the help of the deceased Henry and the cooperation of Naython. Part of this case was closed, two men wanting justice for their fallen comrades at the hands of their employers. Forced to flee to another country in the hope of starting a new page, but keeping those four friends close. In a vulnerable state they were talked round into joining the Drachman fraction that would help them with their revenge. A fraction led in Amestris by him...
Roy looked towards the Central command traitor who sat quietly and patiently in his seat as the two men told their story, listening in like he was supposed to be there, well he may have been if it was under different circumstances.
They made eye contact, Mustang sat in silence, the whole room sat in silence. Barrett and Tafford the only ones who didn't know who this man was were looking between the General and the man opposite.

"I trusted you..." He finally spoke. "For years I trusted you." The traitor seemed taken back by the General's words. "And all this time you were plotting to destroy the very country we promised to re build. Using Amestris' own soldiers to do your dirty work."

"Wait, wait, wait." Barrett interrupted. "THIS is who we've been answering to? This is the real leader? Frazen, did you know about this?"

The man in question shook his head, not even looking up to meet the traitor in the eye. "I knew it was someone here, but I didn't know it was him."

"I'm afraid so. You shared a headquarters with this man, even though I never met you when I was stationed there I'm pretty sure you two would have crossed paths with him on more then one occasion."

"But isn't he.."

Mustang nodded "Yes he is." Answering the question before Barrett even got to finish, still glaring at the man across the room.

"I'm sorry, I'm not following." The traitor finally spoke up.

Mustang finally continued. "Whether or not you admit it we have more than enough evidence to convict you of this crime."

"What crime? I have not done anything that wasn't in the interests of Amestris."

"You are formally under arrest for treason."

The man quickly stood to his feet and begun to head towards the door. "I don't have time for this. You waste my time on such a ridiculous matter when I have much more pressing matters to attend to."

Armstrong blocked his path. "Sir. This isn't exactly making you like an innocent man."

"Sit down Grumman!" Roy ordered his only commanding officer.

The Führer looked to his grand daughter, who couldn't even bare to look at him. Ed couldn't possibly know what was going through the woman's head at this time. Fullmetal knew of Grumman, but not to the extent practically everyone else in the room did. They were all at Eastern headquarters together. Roy spoke fondly of the man from time to time. They grew up by age and rank together. Roy gave him the Führership whilst he was blind from the gate, he trusted this man greatly. All the blonde had done was see him for five minutes before signing off for six months and then returned after that six months was done.

The Führer took his seat once more. "You're treading on mighty thin ice here Roy. To accuse me of such acts you better have some concrete evidence or you and your entire unit will be court marshalled."

"I handed you the title of Führer to help this country. I did not offer the rank to be abused as it was by your predecessor! I have a substantial amount of evidence to convict you of your crimes."

"Let's hear this substantial evidence then shall we?" Adjusting his spectacles.

"The day of the collapse I knew for a fact that you were present in central command that morning. Whilst me and Edward risked our lives to get everyone to safety you were already gone. It wasn't until we began the investigation that we find out you went into hiding."

"I did not go into hiding. That day I left for a conference with Armstrong here."

Roy looked to his long time ally, who nodded in conformation. "That is true...but when we got there it had been cancelled. Apparently word was sent out over a week before stating this."

"Which I never received." The Führer responded.

That was a lie straight away. When the most powerful man in the country was to leave headquarters for something such as a conference the persons hosting would have definitely made sure he got the message. He knew it was cancelled and made sure the attack would happen on the same day. He was trying to cover his tracks, but Mustang was going to make sure the traitor got everything that was coming to him.

"It has also come to my attention that whilst myself and the unit were risking our lives in Drachma you made an awful lot of phone calls to an outside line, care to elaborate?"

"Private calls."

"To Drachma?"

Even Naython looked up in surprise.

"For someone who is suppose to have an extensive knowledge of everything about this country it was poor judgement not to believe there would be records when ringing from the Führer's private line."

"This is ridiculous!" The commanding officer's brow deeply furrowed.

"The final nail in the coffin Grumman is that when we finally returned from the north you immediatly sent me Breda, Falman and Fuery home for rest."

"Yes, because you've had a long an exhausting mission."

"What you were actually doing was taking advantage, that no one was around, to go and intimidate the men we had just put into the cells. And before you could say that it could have been anyone you were the only person we told that there were people in the holding cell."

"Now wait just a minute!"

"You intimidated the wrong person Grumman!"

"Prove it was me!"

"Remember when Ed came up to you and told you of his fear of failing the mission? That was a ploy to get the recordings of everyone in central command. Before we even left Drachma we were informed the ringleader of this whole thing was a high ranked soldier in the military. Ed went round every single person and his hard work was not in vain. Your voice was verified by the very person you tried to intimidate! We never even told you the prisoners names, but you named all three when you tried your scare tactics. This was your downfall."

Hawkeye's grandfather sat back in his chair. "Is that all you've got? One persons word against mine? That isn't going to hold up during a court marshal. I'll be released without charge and these three will go in front of the firing squad. Good bye to your unit, military career and a life in isolation for you Roy Mustang."

"I don't think you've been properly introduced to the undercover officer you failed to intimidate. Also the very same under cover officer who you refused re entry back to his homeland every time he requested."

"So it's a man with a grudge because I told him to do his job."

"Guilford is the man who assisted us in Drachma."

"Guilford?" He looked to the man who was still watching him. "That name sounds familiar."

"I assure you Führer Grumman you do not know me." He quickly replied before suddenly turning to Ed and Roy "I've done what you've asked me to, let me go now before he kills me."

There was a long pause before Roy smirked. "But you've already been killed."

"Yes killed, yes. Pretend I died and let me live under another identity."

Grumman recalled the memory forever imprinted in his mind. "The war was tough on all of us. Seeing friend after friend being killed, a never ending slaughter of Amestrians and Ishvalens. I was sent to a desolate area of the field where we had lost contact with the guard station. When I arrived there, not a person was in sight, just a poor young man clinging to life. His wounds were atrocious, his body cut open his organs pouring out of the gaping hole. He was trying to seal the wound up, but he had lost so much blood he barely made any difference. There was no medic that would make it here in time to help him. I did the just thing, the man was already dead, but I couldn't leave him to die in such a horrendous state. I took my gun and shot him, ending the pain to be at peace."

Guilford suddenly turned back round to the rest of the group. All eyes were fixated on him. He turned back to see Roy with a state alchemist profile open in front of him.

"Naython Guilford the Lifeblood Alchemist. Specialises in medical alchemy and the re attachment of removed limbs. Stationed at Western command. Took state exam when he was only 13 years old, the youngest at the time. Was a highly credited medic. Died in the Ishvalen war by bullet to the head by ally aged 25 years. Promoted two ranks for his bravery and work during the cause." He looked at the now staring Amestrian in front of him. "So care to tell us who you are?"

Guilford looked at him in a state of disbelief. "Is this some kind of sick joke?" He looked everyone in the eye one at a time. "After all I have done for you, this is how you replay me? Guy died back in that tunnel because of the information I was giving you!"

"Funny that." Ed chimed in "You didn't even move to try and help him. Shock is a horrible thing, I've experienced it myself, we all have. But when it's someone you truly care about you do everything in your power to save them regardless of how futile it may be. You ,supposedly a medical alchemist, would have done just that. You clearly aren't the man you said you were."

"I AM Naython Guilford! That there.." Pointing with his head to the file in front of Roy "..is all fabricated." He now pointed to the Führer. "He is responsible for this. The recording proved it!"

"Right, the recording...the owner of that voice is right behind you."

He turned around to see Breda putting his hand up instead of Grumman like was first believed.

"You see even though Ed had claimed to have collected over two hundred different voices in reality only four were used. Myself, Breda, Falman and Fuery. You said the voice was one hundred percent the one that intimidated you. No one really visited you that night, did they?"

He gritted his teeth.

Ed had never stopped observing the man since the first time in Drachma. Something never seemed right with him and the blonde couldn't put his finger on it. It was why he was so upset when Roy went to the final meeting with Henry on his own before before his brush with death at the hands of the man in front of him. But now all the pieces were snugly fitting together and now it was time to bring him down once and for all.

"Henry knew didn't he? You were the same as him, helping out the real undercover investigators. You found out what he was doing, helping the fabled Fullmetal and Flame alchemists and you wanted in. What more then a rewarding prize then beating two high ranked officers at their own game. But he found out didn't he? He came across something that was going to blow your whole operation wide open. You went to his house to dispose of him. Upon arrival you listened into our meeting, quickly changing the tone by knocking on the man's door. But you knew there was a chance that Henry could have exposed you during that small time frame. I have to say it was quite clever how you saved your own skin."

"Oh I think you do know what I'm talking about" Shoving the other man hard into the wall "I've known since the start what you are." Plunging the knife deep into his chest "A traitor." Before slowly turning the blade ninety degrees making sure the man felt excruciating pain before pulling it out allowing the stream of crimson liquid to quickly be absorbed by the man's clothing. "A pathetic traitor."
"Y-y-you're no b-better..." Taking a strangled gasp.

"Henry's last words. When you first revealed yourself as a helper to Amestris I thought his last words were saying how you were a traitor to your cause. But he meant a traitor like himself, does any means necessary to save his own skin and not caring for fellow countryman."

"Getting the sheer amount of guns and explosives that you and your team were going to bring to Amestris was no doubt some very dangerous work. But being in the military would easily compensate for that." It was one of only two things in this man's fabricated story that they actually believed. "Guns seemingly going missing, you said yourself that you were there for a few years. Take a gun one month, explosives another, sure people may notice that something has gone missing, but knowing the Drachman army for every one thing that goes missing they'd no doubt replace it with two more. When you had all the equipment you needed you made sure you were dispatched from the military as quickly as possible."

"I helped Amestris! I anonymously sent messages back to the Briggs fort regarding Drachman moves and heavy altering any Amestrian messages that could prove fatal for the country!" His pleas of innocence fell on deaf ears.

"Which you did intentionally because you didn't want Drachma to bring this country down, because you wanted to do it yourself."

"Not to mention you gave us false information concerning the escape route." Ed chimed in.

"I specifically wrote on the sheet that the information was correct at the time!"

"We would have believed that if we didn't already know about the tunnel. You see when we arrived in Drachma we came across a multitude of problems which led me and Fullmetal into a hidden hatch to escape from the capture of Drachman soldiers. The day before we received the information Fullmetal actually suggested to go check the tunnel out since it made sense that it could be used as the means for escape since vehicles would be needed."

Ed explained. "The site you marked as an entrance point was non existent so me and the absent Havoc entered through the only hatch we knew. We found the vehicles two hundred meters from where you placed them on the map. If we did happen to find a route in from your marked area all we would have come across was a concrete wall, separating you and us.
I went up the ladder nearby to see where this unmarked hatch led to. I was expecting a dark alley, an abandoned warehouse what I didn't expect was a house. Specifically your house. All this time you were hiding the entrance to the tunnel, which explained why Guy was hysterical when I went to go search the living room before the meeting. He thought I was going to find the hidden entrance, but you were so calm knowing I wouldn't find even a single trace.
Now what was the most interesting was this wall, that I didn't even expect it to be fake, but just before I left to return to the others the light caught something. A transmutation circle. Even though I can't use alchemy any more I still retain the knowledge. This circle wasn't for constructional purposes. That circle was meant to do harm. If we were placed at the other side of the wall and heard the vehicles start General Mustang would have de-constructed the wall and you would have activated the circle."

The fake Guilford just carried on with his innocent persona and it was pissing Ed off, heck it was pissing every one off. The blonde was so close to letting his fists fly, not caring if the man couldn't defend himself. Not only did he nearly kill Roy in their meeting Ed also made sure he took the blame when Roy had no chance and fled, passing out in the freezing weather.

"So that's why he was hesitating.." Barrett spoke out, causing all eyes to look at him, apart from Ed's. " I can verify that he stood in the corner for a couple of minutes acting strangely. Guy joked with us that it was a sentimental moment, that he was finally going back home and just needed a moment for it to sink in."

Seems his theory was right on the mark, keeping his eyes firmly on the man as he positioned himself right in front of the traitor. He saw the flash of anger in his eyes for a split second aimed towards his now clearly ex colleague. Now they just need to find out why he was doing this, it was the only thing they hadn't properly worked out. Him and Roy both believed it was something to do with Grumman, but now Ed wasn't so sure. He hoped that it was just his personal feelings for his commanding officer getting in the way, but every attempt on Roy's life in Drachma always came back to the man in front of him.

"So you're an alchemist." Roy took over the questioning once more. "Bit strange that you're just a soldier, no record of applying for state exam. They wouldn't allow alchemists to join the ranks at the bottom so you were clearly keeping it hidden. Guilford found out didn't he? That's why you killed him, so you could remain hidden."

There was a lapse in the blonde's concentration. He was heading back to his original place, but made the mistake of turning his back to the prisoner.

Within a split second Matlock jumped through his cuffed arms, bringing them to the front before raising the limbs over Ed, bringing the interlinked chains down and over his neck. The blonds hands rushed to his throat to try and ease the suffocation. He could hear the other soldiers in the room commanding his captor to let him go. Riza was dual wielding her hand guns and Roy was ready to snap his fingers at a moments notice.

"You do anything and I swear I'll crush his throat!"

Ed tried using his skills at hand to hand combat to break out of the hold. This should have been easy, but no matter what he did he couldn't break free. How was this man, so scrawny, suddenly so strong?

"Let him go Cresh!" Roy revealed the name that was printed on the file that was sitting next to Naython's.

"Ah Cresh, a name I haven't heard in so long. Fair dues you did your homework General Mustang, but I didn't kill Naython because he found out about my alchemy." Squeezing the pressure on Ed's throat even more.

"No, you've run out of options, which is why you are hiding behind one of my men in a last gasp effort to escape. Desperate people do separate things."

Ed used the strength in his arms to lift his legs, giving Hawkeye a clear shot to at least disable his movements. Two shots, one for each knee. The traitor screamed, collapsing to the floor, the blonde along with him. But the pressure around Fullmetal had loosened giving him his probably only chance to escape, and he took it. Sliding out from the still screaming man's grasp he quickly rose to his feet with the help of Roy and pulled beside the General.

Several things swept through Ed's head. A state alchemist with unbelievable strength would have to be from the Armstrong family, and he definitely didn't look like the siblings or have any other traits and in all honestly Alex would have said something immediatly. That family was a close as you can get, apart from Olivier, who retained her distance up north.
He definitely didn't have automail limbs, but even then that doesn't give you brute streng-.

"Chimera." He choked out receiving stunned looks all around. It all made sense even though a chimera has aspects of the animal they were infused with they were strong and powerful. He'd fought them, allied with them, heck some even helped the military.

Cresh gave out a spluttered laugh. "I hate people with brains. Always have to spoil the surprise." He sat up against the wall placing his hands on one of his bleeding knees.
Even if he changed into his Chimera form he wouldn't have been able to escape with his mortal legs already severely injured and if he used his arms Roy would be ready in an instant to burn. He had no physical aspects of a bird so wings were out of the question.

"You worked for the Homunculus?" .

"Those over achievers? Gimme a break. I had more sense then the others."

"Care to tell us your story?"

"I never volunteered, it was my punishment for hiding my alchemy. That's all I'm saying."

"How did they find out?"

"Is my punishment to bleed to death on this floor?"

Roy walked closer to the man with a metal chair. With the help of Armstrong and Breda they placed him on the seat before cuffing an arm to each of the back chair legs. The Flame transmuted one of the metal back supports to go across the chest of the injured man to make sure he was secured.

Getting information out of the man was going to be more troublesome. Mind you they weren't expecting Tafford and Barrett to open up so freely as they did. Their trigger was people who they were close to and had known for years. Cresh killed his own family years ago there was no way talking about them would make him spill some sort of information. There was only one option left and the only person they knew he was close to. If he refused this there would be extra pressure on his already badly injured knees.

The General turned and muttered to Ed.

"What did you say!?" Of course Roy made sure that is was loud enough for him to hear.

"I said the wrong man died in Drachma. Guy would have actually co operated with us knowing he had no chance of freedom."

"Like hell he would have!"

Ed joined in "We should have told Gavin it was you who was giving us information. Guy would still be alive now."

"Don't you dare talk of him like you knew him! State Alchemists killed him! You killed him!"

Roy shook his head "No, you killed him. You got him to do all your errands whilst you just sat back and did nothing and look where that got him. He's dead in a freezing tunnel under the streets of Drachma. Will he even get a burial? Not unless someone stumbles across that tunnel purely accidental and sees the bodies."

"Guy was the only one who was not fazed by what he saw. The only person not to scream and point a gun at me. The only person I could rely on. We agreed together instead of wallowing in self pity we'd do something about it. Kill any and all Amestrian state alchemists, they ruined my life, I was going to ruin theirs!"

"What happened to you was years ago. State Alchemists are not like that any more. Everyone associated with chimera experiments during that time would have highly been likely the very same people who killed Barrett and Tafford's colleagues as well. They have been dealt with."

"You have no proof. There is always corruption. I hid my alchemy and I got found out, sent to a lab. I didn't volunteer, I was forced, then thrown back to the front lines when I couldn't control this new transformation. Thanks to those state alchemists I ended up killing Naython and the rest of the squad. My wife...my children.. How would you feel having no control over your actions. I watched as this other form killed my family and dragged my son out into the garden and threw him over the fence like it was nothing!"

The room fell silent for a few moments.

"That's why you attacked this very building."

"If those two useless idiots did as they were told we could have infiltrated so much earlier. All of you would have been killed in the rubble. I asked for an explosion not a gentle collapse."

There was one thing Ed really needed to know. "You had the chance to kill General Mustang when you interrupted his and Henry's meeting.."

"Too much time was wasted dealing with Henry. Which is why I asked him to come to my house. I didn't expect he'd bring you with him, so my options were very limited. It was then I knew I'd have to change the plan. I can't take on two alchemists at the same time, especially two as well known as yourselves. If I knew you couldn't transmute any more I would have taken you both out then and there in that house."

"So the transmutation circle in the tunnel?"

"If you heard the engines, you would have transmuted the wall to get through. I would activate the circle and killed each and every one of your unit and the sight would have been absolutely beautiful..."

The state alchemists of today were nothing like the sick and twisted individuals that ruined this man's life. But his hatred was something that wasn't going to disappear over the course of a week, months or years.. A permanent killing instinct made sure he had no normal life even if he tried. One of the many results of the atrocious things Bradley did during his time as Führer.

Mustang looked towards the present day Führer, the man clearly deep in thought and processing the information which had been given. He looked back towards Cresh, who himself was staring back at him. He could see the hatred towards him in his eyes, the pure disgust of a state alchemist standing before him. He snarled showing his fangs to everyone in the room. Riza saw it too and raised her handguns back at the prisoner.

He was slowly transforming. His need and desire to kill a State Alchemist so very clear to see, the target to be the man he failed to kill whilst in Drachma.

"Sir." Roy called out to his superior, breaking the older man's concentration.

Grumman positioned his glasses to get a good look as to what was unfolding before him.

He was snarling now, saliva slowly dripping from his mouth. He pulled his shoulders back and pushed his chest against the metal rod, the creak of the metal straining against the pressure. As soon as the bar broke Roy quickly clapped his hands together and pressed them to the floor, a container of concrete formed around the chimera as the being screamed. It was a noise none of the people in that room had ever heard before in their entire life. Just what was he? There was a distinctive canine change, but then that noise is not what they make. Just what had those Alchemists in that laboratory made that night? Was the punishment to go through the pain of multiple transmutations? Cresh was pounding against the concrete prison, so strongly Roy had to transmute another, and thicker, barricade around the previous.

"As much as I want to see what they did to him he is beyond help." Grumman looked to Roy, who knew what had to be done as the others left the room leaving him, Ed and Grumman. As much as it would have been better to do this in a more open environment the danger this person held even if he was incarcerated regardless of injury was too great. With the snap of his fingers and pained scream arose from the container as the chimera known as Cresh Vlawnik was incinerated.

When the day drew to a close he dismissed the rest of his unit to actually have time to themselves after their constant work in Drachma. Mustang sat at the desk of his subordinate and lover whilst the blonde sat on top as the last of the documentation that required his signature was placed in his office. The three men saluted their superior officers before closing the door behind them.

Ed jumped off the desk and took a look. They way the blonde eyebrows appeared much higher on his head and the way his eyes widened told the whole story.

Roy dreaded what it looked like but hesitantly rose to his feet to take a look. He really wished he didn't. One narrow walkway to his desk, everything else was completely covered. Each pile stacked roughly to the hight of his knee. Within an instant he quickly closed the door in a hope that all of those would just disappear by the time he'd open the room the next day.

"You want me to help you with them?" Ed questioned

Roy shook his head and smiled "Then I'd never get anything done because you're just too distracting." He cupped Ed's face in his hand and briefly kissed him. "Me and you alone in the office for a considerably long period of time." He kissed him again, letting his lips linger on the blondes that little bit longer. "I'd never get anything done." Before heading for the door to grab Ed's coat.

The blonde followed him, pressing them both gently against the door as he captured his loves lips, reaching into the older man's side trouser pocket to fish out the keys to lock his office door. When he returned the whole reason they couldn't be alone for a long period of time was shown as when he placed the keys back into the man's pocket his hand slowly glided to the side ever so slightly touching the Flame's crotch before pulling his hand out to take his coat.

"Yours?"

Roy nodded and both men quickly made their way out.

Cresh Vlawnik was facing the death penalty for treason alone, but along with the murders of Henry, Prassen, James, two counts of attempted murder of Roy Mustang and one count each for the attempted murder of his entire squad. His role in the attempted murder of the central state military command. Not to mention the deaths of Naython Guilford, wife Valerie Vlawnik, children Gregory Vlawnik and Heather Vlawnik amongst others added to the list of offences. Even if he hadn't transformed that day the result would still have been death.
His file was updated and placed where only the Führer may reveal it's contents.

News of his capture and sentence were published in the newspaper, but only the relevant and basic information was released.

For Tafford and Barrett they welcomed their sentence of two years for the role they played during the time they left Amestris. A compassionate sentence for two men that only wanted justice for their fallen comrades with the option of when they were released to re join the military, stripped of their ranks and start back at the bottom.

As for Roy and Ed, it may have been a romance that took forever in the making, but it was something that was never going to end.