fullmetalalchemist

Central City never truly slept. Even at midnight, the streets of Amestris echoed with the distant rumble of trains, military patrols, and the hiss of steam from factory pipes. Rain tapped steadily against the tall windows of Headquarters while thunder rolled far beyond the city walls. Inside Colonel Mustang’s office, the atmosphere was tense. Stacks of classified reports covered the desk—missing civilians, sealed laboratory files, unexplained deaths. Most officers ignored them. Roy Mustang did not. “You’re late,” Mustang said calmly without looking up. Edward Elric leaned against the doorway with crossed arms. “Yeah, well, some of us don’t enjoy being dragged into secret military meetings.” “Who are you calling tiny enough to get dragged around like luggage?!” “I didn’t say that,” Mustang replied without emotion. Alphonse sighed softly beside his brother, the metal of his armor body clinking quietly. “Brother, please don’t start another fight…” Riza Hawkeye stood near the window, watching the hallway outside with sharp eyes. Alex Louis Armstrong occupied an entire corner of the office somehow looking both intimidating and deeply emotional at once. “This overwhelming tension reminds me of the tragic burden carried by honorable men!” Armstrong declared dramatically. Edward groaned. “Why is he always like this?” Before anyone could answer, Mustang finally set the report in his hands onto the desk. “We’ve confirmed another disappearance connected to Laboratory Five.” The room instantly fell silent. Edward’s automail hand clenched tightly. Human experimentation. Again. The memory of Nina Tucker slammed into him like a knife. Mustang’s expression darkened. “Witnesses claim military personnel were involved. Officially, this case doesn’t exist.” “Meaning Central is covering it up,” Hawkeye said quietly. Mustang nodded once. “Which means if we investigate and get caught, we’ll be labeled traitors.” Edward smirked sligh