So, here we are, the sequel to Undercover Isn't Always Easy.

Now first of all, I've written this story so that you can read it without reading the first story, but just to warn you, there will be some spoilers for the first one.

I hope you will all enjoy this story, I'll probably keep up my usual updating schedule with at least one chapter a day.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.

Chapter One

Anthony Evans was walking home, happily anticipating another letter from Ed. Even though Ed wasn't always able to read Anthony's replies, he still managed to send a reply every single week He always had something new and interesting to say, or some tips on Anthony's alchemy. Anthony always enjoyed the letters from his friend. He had been so bored with no one to talk about scientific stuff with ever since his Dad died over two years ago, and all of a sudden he had befriended an undercover Edward Elric just little under three months ago. Anthony also had Ed to thank for his now full bookshelves, stuffed with recent scientific tomes.

Anthony walked over to the many mailboxes hanging outside the apartment complex. He found the untidy scrawl that belonged to Ed. Anthony didn't mind the way he wrote, he was frankly impressed that it was even legible, the kid had only been writing with his non-dominant hand for less than two years after all. The first few letters had been written by Al though, seeing as how Edward's fingers had been broken by that maniac about two-and-half months ago. Only the last four letters had been written by Ed himself.

He opened the letter and read the first few lines, smiling, when someone suddenly put a hand on his shoulder. Anthony turned around, coming face-to-face with a tall, thin man wearing a hood that obscured his eyes. "You Anthony Evans, kid?"

"Yes, why do you-" the man had jabbed a needle into his neck, and Anthony quickly grew very sleepy.

"We're playing a game, and you, dear boy, is the prize," was the last thing Anthony heard before everything turned black and he slumped into the stranger's outstretched arms.

Roy was sitting in his office contemplating whether he would risk the chance of going to get a cup of coffee before the Lieutenant returned from her latrine break. He figured that it probably wouldn't be such a good idea, and instead put his head on the desk, wanting desperately to find an escape from the stacks of paperwork he had to sign.

The phone rang.

Roy started and banged his nose against an ink bottle in the process, sending ink over the already signed papers on his desk. Cursing, Roy righted the bottle before he wiped his fingers with a tissue from a box sitting on his desk.

He gripped the phone, bringing it up to his ear.

"This is Colonel Mustang."

"Colonel Mustang, there is an Anthony Evans calling to you from an outside line, he says it's urgent."

The kid from Amsel?

Roy was confused, why would he want to speak with him? Fullmetal had probably given him the number to keep in contact.

But why is it urgent? Is Fullmetal in trouble again?

"Put him through."

There was a click and a buzz, and suddenly Roy was met by a sharp intake of breath as he said hello.

"Mr. Mustang, Sir? Is that you?" The kid was obviously scared.

"Yes, it's me, what is it?"

"I need to talk to you and Ed, please, Sir!"

"Why both of us?"

"There's this man and he says he wants to talk to you."

"Why did you say it was urgent?"

"Because he's pointing a gun at my head, Sir."

Roy immediately tensed. This was a hostage situation.

"What is it the man wants us for?" he said in a much more professional voice.

"He says you're the participants of a game. Apparently I'm the prize. Mr. Mustang, please get Ed. If you haven't got him in your office to answer the next call in three hours, he says he'll start mailing you my fingers." There was a slight pause. "I'm scared, Sir."

"Don't worry, we're going to help you, I'll have Fullmetal here within three hours."

"Thank y-" There was a sharp click and the phone started beeping.

Roy threw the receiver down, cursing.

Which was when Hawkeye returned to the office.

"Sir, is something wrong?"

"Find Fullmetal immediately!"

Ed was sitting outside a café eating a bun. He had taken a break from his research in order to find some lunch. Al was therefore left in the library. Ed was about to take his third bite when he suddenly saw Havoc running for him. He stood up, something was obviously wrong judging by the urgency in Havoc's tone as he shouted Ed's name.

"What's going on?"

"Boss wants to see you, it's important. He'll tell you when you see him."

"Okay, why is he so secretive?"

"He'll explain it to you."

Ed followed him to East City HQ. They went up to Mustang's office. Ed kicked the door open. Mustang was sitting at his desk, surrounded by Hawkeye, Falman, Fuery and Breda. They were all looking tense.

"Okay, Colonel, what the hell's going on here?"

"I got a call a few hours ago from Anthony Evans."

"Anthony? What did he want? What's wrong?"

"He's being held hostage by a man demanding that you and me be participants in a game of his device. Apparently Anthony's the prize."

"What?! Did he say something more?!"

"Apparently this man would start mailing me Anthony's fingers if you weren't there to receive the next call in three hours. That was two-and-a-half hours ago."

Ed felt sick. Anthony was in trouble because of him.

"Was he hurt?"

"Not from what I could hear. He only sounded scared."

"Shit! What the hell is this?!"

"I don't know yet, Fullmetal, but we're not going to let your friend die."

"Can one of you please get Al for me?"

Hawkeye went for the door. "Where can I find him, Edward?"

"He's at the library."

She nodded and then left the room.

They waited in silence for the next thirty minutes. Hawkeye and Al returned after twenty-five.

Then the phone rang.

Mustang answered it.

"This is Colonel Roy Mustang… Yes, put him through… Yes, I've got him here."

Ed stepped forward and took the phone from Mustang.

"Anthony? Has he hurt you?"

"No. He says for you to listen to this riddle, it is the first step of the game."

"Okay, tell me."

"I have six eyes that one cannot see. Find me before the clock strikes three. Do this or else his blood will run free."

Shit!

"Ed, did you catch that?"

"Yes. Listen, Anthony, I'm not going to let him hurt you, just hang on in there!"

"Ed, he says one more thing, if anyone else than both you and Colonel Mustang nears the place or leaves the office, or tells anyone else than the eight people involved, he'll shoot me."

"Okay, me and the Colonel will do this together."

"Ed, I'm sorry for this."

"Don't be, it's not your fault."

Then there was a click and the noises indicating that the other had hung up the phone.

Ed punched a hole in the desk with his automail fist.

For once the Colonel didn't reprimand him for destroying military property.

"What did he say?"

""I have six eyes that one cannot see. Find me before the clock strikes three. Do this or else his blood will run free."" Ed quoted.

"So we have until three o'clock. That's fifty-five minutes from now. Anything else, Fullmetal?"

"If we involve anyone else, he'll shoot Anthony. And the two of us have to go together."

"Very well, we'll go."

"Also, if anyone other than you and me leave the office, Anthony's dead."

"Fine. Now everyone, what's got six eyes that one cannot see?"

They kept making wild suggestions for about forty minutes, but then Mustang suddenly lit up. "Six eyes that one cannot see! Damn it Hughes, thank you!"

"What are you talking about, Colonel?!" Ed demanded. Their time-limit was almost up.

"Hughes took me to the East City Park with Elicia a month ago. They have a large fake spider with only two eyes in the playground there!"

"Then that's it, let's go!"

"We'll take my car."

The two of them left the office, Ed saying goodbye to Al.

Roy strode quickly to the car, Fullmetal almost jogging beside him.

They got into the car, and were soon out of the HQ area.

"Listen, Fullmetal, we're not going to let him kill Anthony, okay?"

"How can you even promise something like that? We know nothing about this maniac except that he doesn't have anything against cutting off a thirteen-year-old's fingers! And that he obviously has taken an interest in us two!"

"We're going to do everything we can to find Anthony alive, then." Roy knew that the kid was probably scared out of his wits, and Roy couldn't blame him. Fullmetal had never had anyone he cared about being threatened before. But Roy wasn't comfortable about this. The people that he had been threatened with had never thirteen.

"Hold on, this guy saw us in the office, he knew there were eight of us. I know where we're gonna look after we've been to the park. I can't risk him killing Anthony if my hunch is wrong or we don't find him in time."

"I see. He must have been near the office so that he could watch us."

"Yeah, which means that he must have been in one of the buildings that could see in through your window. How long do we have left?"

"Eleven minutes."

Roy parked the car when there was six minutes to spare. They ran towards the giant, blue spider Roy hoped he remembered correctly where was. He checked his watch, three minutes to go. They ran faster, the kid hardly seemed to be faced with running for this long. And Roy knew how heavy that automail was after having to carry him after saving him from that madwoman.

Roy on the other hand, was running on adrenaline and little else.

They reached the spider after a minute and fifteen seconds.

There was an envelope fastened to it by a piece of tape.

Fullmetal tore it from the Spider.

Inside was another riddle, and Fullmetal read it out loud.

"Good for you two,

You deserve some applause,

Now here's the next clue,

You know the drill, or what it will cause.

Now what you must find, is golden dirt.

And oops, I'm sorry, I think that will hurt."

Fullmetal suddenly gasped beside him, an arrow had run through the right side of his stomach.