INTRO- I do not own FMA, sadly… There are no pairings. This won't be that long, either.

If I get the description of a building or the city wrong, I'm sorry.

RATED M for cursing and graphic depictions of gory injuries.

Italics means it's someone's thoughts.

First chapter is short, sorry 'bout that. It's just kinda filler stuff… ^^

"Whew, Al, we finally made it to central!" Ed looked around through the crowd, seeing if anyone from Mustang's office was there to greet him. However, he couldn't exactly see over anyone's head…

"Al, do you see anyone from-" He ran into a wall. Or, at least he thought it was a wall. Until it talked.

"EDWARD! Oh, I'm so glad to see you!" He was pulled into a bone-crushing hug and almost suffocated. It was none other than Armstrong. "How have you been? What have you been up to? How's your auto-mail?" He was bombarded with question after question.

"Choking- not… breathing!" He clawed at Armstrong's arm until he was released. He collapsed on the floor and gasped for breath. "What *pant pant* was that *gasp* for, you *pant* psycho?" He laid on the ground for a good 5 minutes, the flow of people parting around the two hulking figures crouching over him.

"Relax, big brother. Sorry about that, sir. Are you here to escort us?" Al looked between Armstrong and his brother. "Ed, get up. You're making a scene." Ed was now sprawled out, growling at Armstrong.

"Yes, I am. There's a car out front. Let's go." He picked up Ed's suitcase and proceeded to pick him up too. He carried them out to the car, with Ed screaming expletives and beating on his back the whole way. When he reached the car, he threw Ed into the back with Al and sat in the front. They arrived at headquarters after a short car ride.

When they stepped out of the car, Ed looked up at the sky. There were clouds gathering and the wind was picking up, whistling through the streets. "Al, do those clouds look weird to you? I mean, they look almost green. Menacing, huh?" Al looked at the sky. "Either way, we should get inside. It's going to rain. My joints hurt." The brothers trudged inside as it began to sprinkle.

The group, joined by a few guards, proceeded to climb up 5 sets of stairs. They walked down the hall until they reached a door that said, "Colonel Roy Mustang."And underneath it, in tiny letters, "The Flame Alchemist."

The guard knocked on the door. "The Elric boys are here, sir."

Inside, Roy sat at his desk. He was looking worriedly out the window at the pouring rain. Odd for this time of year. He sighed and set down his paperwork. "Thank you. Come in." The door opened and the boys walked in. The Colonel stood up and walked over to the window. "It's really raining out there, isn't it? It's blowing sideways." The water looked as if it was being sprayed out of a giant hose. He turned and walked over to where the brothers were standing. "Alphonse." They nodded to each other. He looked down at Ed. "Edward." He just grumbled.

"Hello, Colonel. It's good to see you again." Alphonse sat on the couch.

"Yes, hello. You tall bastard." Ed set next to his brother and looked towards the window, then back at the Colonel. "So. Mustang. What did you want us for?" He almost sneered the name.

Roy turned to look at Ed. "You need to fill out a yearly report. Here it is." He handed a packet to Ed, along with a pen. "Get started. It'll take a while. I would-" A guard burst into his office at that moment, startling everyone. Lieutenant Hawkeye followed.

"Sir! We have a problem! It seems that there is a… a…" She faltered, fear glimmering in her eyes.

"Well?" He stepped closer. "Riza, what is it?"

Her eyes widened. "Look out the window, sir." Everyone turned and looked.

It was a tornado.