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2 (fma)
Amestris, 1100 hours
"Sir! Sir!"
Fuery rushed into the room as he held a paper. 
"General Mustang, sir..." he said as he panted. 
No answer. 
"Something wrong, lieutenant Fuery?" 
Fuery looked back and saw a blonde woman. "Ah, colonel Hawkeye..." he said with a grin. "What's that paper you're holding?" she asked. "Uh... Some report for the general from Führer Grummond..." he said. Hawkeye took it and started reading. His eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open. "Wait, colonel, it's for the general..." he said in panic as she walked into the wooden room and walked to a chair faced to the window. 
"WHAT THE F***ING HELL ARE YOU DOING!" 
No answer. Hawkeye took a deep breath and leaned to Mustang's ear. Fuery quickly covered his ears with both hands. 
"WAKE UP YOU F***ING GENERAL!"
Mustang opened his eyes and rubbed them. "What's wrong, colonel?" he asked as he yawned. "Field report," Hawkeye answered as she handed the paper. "From the South Section."
Mustang sighed. "I don't wanna read it..." he said as he took the paper. He looked at it for a while and rubbed his chin. 
"Hm..." he said. "So Aerugo's invaded?" 
"Seems so, sir," Hawkeye said. Mustang read the paper more and sighed. "What's this?" he asked as he pointed a row of texts on the paper. Hawkeye leaned over and read it. 
"SOLDIERS IN GREY UNIFORMS AND AN EAGLE MARK"
"I don't know, sir," Hawkeye said as she shook her head. "Aerugo has red uniforms, and Drachma has black ones. Creta has green ones," she said. 
"Wait..." Mustang said. "Which called themselves 'Germany'. Seen after the quake a week ago and took over all vital cities in just a week..."
"So we surrendered."
Mustang looked up to her. "Weird, isn't it?" he asked. "Yes, sir," she said. "Who gave this just now?" he asked as he turned his chair and put the paper on the desk. "Fuery, from the Führer," she said. "Führer Grummond?" Mustang asked in surprise. 
He took the paper and read it again. "Seems pretty important..." He then spotted a row of words on the bottom. 
"THEY ARE HEADING TO SOUTH CITY"
•••
Rush Valley, 1500 hours
Paninya walked to a red brick building as she held a brown box and opened its wooden door. 
"Winry!" she shouted. "I bring some goodies from Mr. Dominique..."
She walked into the brick room and looked around. "Oh, ok. Just put it on the table," a voice answered. Paninya smiled and put the box on a wooden table. She opened another door and walked in. 
Winry looked at the metal arm with her microscope and she held a screwdriver in her right hand. "Hm..." she said. "Here is this one and this one..."
"What are you doing?"
"Oh?" Winry said. "The macho man's arm needs some reparation."
Paninya smiled. "What kind of goodies do you bring today?" Winry asked as she looked up. "Just a bottle of whisky and some food..." Paninya said. "Whisky, huh..." Winry said as she stretched her muscles. "Good for some nightcap."
Paninya smiled. "However, there's a rumour on the streets," she said. "Oh, some macho soldiers in grey uniforms entering the country?" she asked. "I've heard about that..."
"And that you're leaving for Central," Paninya said. "Is that true?"
Winry sighed. "I have to buy a new piston and visit a friend," she said. "I see," Paninya said as she sat on the floor. "Shall we share the whisky, Winry?"
Winry smiled. "Ok, I won't mind," she said. 
•••
Central, 1100 hours
Hawkeye walked behind Mustang through the wooden hallway with its floor covered with red carpet and flags of blue military symbols hanging on the walls. Their steps are fast, steady, and hurried. 
"What?!" Mustang grunted. "They're at Dublith already! What are those South people doing?" he asked angrily. 
"Sir, sir, calm down," Hawkeye said as she chased her boss and walked next to him. "We've got a lt of casualties there..."
"Yes that's what I'm f***king talking about!" Mustang shouted. "Can't those people give something better?"
Hawkeye looked down as she ket walking and Mustang sighed loudly. "F*** South Section," he whispered. "And why the f***king hell am I told to come to this meeting..."
"Please stop using that word, sir," Hawkeye said. "That's indecent for a general like you."
Mustang stopped and looked at her. She looked at him with a sharp glare. Mustang sighed and walked again. "I'll use bloody, then," he said. "So now, colonel, can you please try to get me out of this f***..."
"Sir..."
"I mean, bloody meeting," Mustang corrected. "How can you forget about that so quickly?" she asked. "I'm old, please understand," he said. "You're a bachelor, how can you call yourself old?" she asked. He sighed. "Ok. I'll give you everything you want if you can get me out of this f***..."
She sighed. "I mean BLOODY!" he shouted. "BLOODY MEETING!" he shouted. "Get me out of it..."
"You need to be social, sir," Hawkeye said. "Besides, I think today they will talking about something more of your subject..."
"More of my subject?" he asked. "Yes, sir. That's what I heard," she said. He rubbed his chin. "Not surely fire, right?" he asked. 
Hawkeye stopped walking and faced an oak door. "You'll see," she said as she opened it. Mustang's face turned pale. 
"Wait!" he shouted. "Who told you I'm gonna attend this f***king meeting..."
"I told you to."
Mustang looked into the room to the source of the solemn voice. 
"Get in, Mustang," Grummond said as he stood up. "How about a game of chess?"
Mustang sighed and got in. "Ok, sir," he said. Grumkond smiled and took his pipe from the table. "Ok, Hawkeye, you may leave. Just me and my dear general," he said. Hawkeye saluted and closed the door. 
Mustang walked to the seat as he looked around. The room was still the same—a big window in behind the chair, swords on the walls, and a potrait of Bradley. A big table in front of the chair and a coffee table between two green sofas. There was a set of chess on the table. 
"Sit down, Mustang," Grummond said. "How about some tea?" he asked. "No, thanks, sir," Mustang answered. 
Grummond sat on one of the sofas and took a piece of rook right in front of the knight. 
"Well," he said. "Can I do the first move?"
"Of course, sir," Mustang said. Grummond smiled and put the rook in front of its place before. Mustang took his rook in front of his black knight and put it two boxes in front of its place. 
"Taking my moves, aren't you?" Grummond asked as he put a knight on the edge of the board. Mustang moved his bishop to the centre of the board. 
"Well, well," Grummond said. "Who will lose today?"
Mustang smiled as Grummond put another rook in front. He took his bishop and knocked of the rook. 
"Check."
Grummond smiled. "Not checkmate, right?" he asked as he moved the queen. "That should be alright, then..."
"No, sir."
Grummond looked up at his general. "You told me it's a meeting," he said. Grummond sighed and laid back. "Well, it is," he said. "If that is so..." Mustang said as he took his knight. "Why are we playing chess?"
Grummond smiled. "You make it a check in purpose?" he asked. "I see."
Grummond flicked his king off the board. "I guess you win," he said. Mustang sighee and smiled. "Well, let's just move on," Grummond said as he put down his pipe to the table and blew white circles to the air. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on a table. Mustang looked at the paper. 
"A picture?"
Grummond nodded. "This picture..." he said. "Is taken by a soldier in Dublith."
Mustang took it and started to study it. A few men in grey uniform, a man in brown, and a tank far behind. 
"Tell me what's wrong with the picture," Grummond said. Mustang looked at it for a while, then he put it on the table. 
"Well, the Germans have tanks..." Mustang said. "No, it's not that..." Grummond said with a sigh. "Look at it closely..."
Mustang took it and looked again. "I don't think there's something wrong?" he asked. Grummond sighed. 
"CLOSER!"
Mustang looked again. "Grey uniform, tank, smokes!" he said. "Nothing's wrong, sir..."
Grummond sighed and took out a blue pen from his pocket. He took the photo from Mustang and drew something on it. Mustang watched him as he sighed. 
"Sir, nothing's wrong..."
"Something's wrong," Grummond said as he put it on the table. "Get a load of this."
Mustang took the photo again and noticed that Grummond has drawn a red circle on it. He looked closer into that something in the circle. 
"No..." he said as his eyes grew wide. "It can't be..."
"Blonde hair, golden eyes, brown jacket," Grummond said. "Don't tell me you've forgotten."