Havoc (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): Wait! The girl from the flower shop?! You don't mean Grace!? Not my Grace! I THOUGHT SHE WAS JUST PLAYING HARD TO GET WITH ME!
Falman (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): If she's seeing two guys at once she can't be that hard to get.
Breda (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): In a head to head with Mustang over a girl, you're screwed.
Fuery (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): I'm sorry, but there's no way she'd pick you over-
Havoc (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): SHUT UP YOU JERKS! They don't understand my feelings, I really thought this was love.
Breda (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): Damn Havoc, is that a surveillance log or a diary?
Havoc (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): You take that back, loser!
Breda (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): Look who's talking!
Havoc (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): WHAT?!
Falman (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): Yes! I love a good fight.
Fuery (recording in The Daily Mustang diary): Come on guys, lay down your pencils and make up.
HHavoc
ALRIGHT, I'M THROUGH! I CAN'T TAKE THIS STUPID INVESTIGATION!
[Havoc and Edward are in a car with Havoc driving.]
HHavoc
What’s the matter, chief? You look like the sky’s falling down. Don’t let the Lieutenant Colonel get to you, his mind’s in on a case now.
HHavoc
Serial killer, only targets women.
Eh… Sounds like police business, why does he care?
HHavoc
It’s the Military’s backyard, it’s dishonorable. Mustang cares about that stuff.
Or wants a promotion. [Havoc suddenly stops the car.] Uhh!
HHavoc
It’s true kid, Mustang’s no political novice, he’ll do whatever he has to, to move up the chain around here. But if that’s all he was about, we wouldn’t follow him.
Tell me then, what else is he about?
HHavoc
You’ll learn soon enough.
Colonel Mustang? Flame Alchemist, Roy Mustang?
I'm awfully sorry about your grievances, but no one hurts my men.
Yet another soul who departs from God's path. Death will be swift.
Brave enough to attack the Flame Alchemist. I'll make you a funeral pyre.
Colonel! Oh! Stubborn man! [trips him] Fire!
That's no way to get promoted, Hawkeye!
Relax, sir, I just saved your life. Your flame attack's no good in the rain.
HHavoc
She’s right, colonel: Wet gloves won’t make a spark.
HHavoc
The classic: ‘Sewer Escape’…
HHavoc
Damn it, I was about to jump in!
(Walks up to Roy and Havoc) Nice mess! Is it over yet?
You know you could help while you’re here, Hughes.
Lay off, I’m as normal as they come and this is a contest of freaks. What do you want me to do, fire my slingshot at him?
Lieutenant Hawkeye, take crowd control, I don’t want anyone getting close.
You see? I came out fine as ever.
(Sighs) You know, maybe it’d do you some good to get your hand slapped every once in a while.
Don’t blame me, that guy’s a wall… I can’t figure him out… (Al’s scream is heard; Roy and Hawkeye look towards the break room)
Creation follows destruction! I’ll fix him up nice and pretty!
Bonding a soul to steel is no walk in the park, Fullmetal’s the only one that can fix Al now, go ahead ask him.
That’s right, it’s my burden… But before I do anything I have to get my other arm back…
Well, that is an interesting fix, isn’t it? I mean, if the great Edward can’t use his alchemy…
HHavoc
He’s just a useless teen with a grumpy-ass-attitude.
Anyway… I’ll have to take some leave now… I'm going back to my mechanic. You know the one, don’t you?
Sure, Ed, how can I forget? I saw you at her house, unconscious, with that same stump of an arm you have now, bawling in your sleep, "It hurts! I'm going to pee my pants!" So tough.
So where you going to go once you’re fixed?
Central… I’ve got something to look up in the library there…
That’s a heck of a trip you’ll need some protection. I would volunteer but… Well, since the Führer going straight to Central and I’m part of his escort, I can’t go.
They just put me back in charge here; I’ve got to look after this place.
And I’ve got to look after the Colonel.
HHavoc
You could send me, but I don’t know how much help I’d be up against a fanatical alchemist serial killer.
BFBreda, Falman, and Furey
(Ad-lib they agree with Havoc)
That settles it, send me! I’ll protect the boys on their journey for repairs and investigation!
Really, Ed, what do you plan to do if Scar shows up while you’re missing that arm?
HHavoc
Can’t fight; can’t exactly carry your hobbled brother to safety either.
Children should listen to adults!
Ah! You can’t call us children! Al, why don’t you stick up for us here!?!
That is the first time I've been treated like a kid since I became a suit of armor!! Thank you!
The train leaves soon Edward Elric… We’d better go pack our bags.
Uh… This is the first time I've been treated like luggage!
(Cramped by Armstrong) Spacious…
(Knocks and salutes Edward)
KKid
Newspaper? I’ve got tea, too!
(Motions for the kid to leave him alone) Hey, I've got a message from Roy.
He said, "Don't die under my command; you're enough of a pain without the paperwork." And that was it.
Tell him, "Fine, there's no way I'm dying before you do, you morally bankrupt Colonel with a God complex."… And tell him to take this gorilla escort here off my hands too.
Alright, easy. (Edward looks away) Look, Ed. I don’t know what Marcoh said to upset you, but I found some info you might find helpful. About three years ago we found the remains of a girl, who’d been turned into a chimera, I’m sure you remember.
The way she was torn apart… Turns out it’s identical to the way Scar’s been killing people.
(Gasps) Thanks, Hughes. That does help; now I can take him on.
HHavoc
It' so big… Alright, I'm going home…
Are you out of your frickin' mind?! You've hit the mother load with this one, Havoc! You just have to convince her to marry you and you're set for life!
You'll fly up the ranks in no time!
HHavoc
Marry her? But I don't even know her yet…
Well according to Major Armstrong, she's every bit as beautiful as the Major himself.
HHavoc
You mean she looks just like the Major? (Imagines Armstrong in a blonde wig and sundress) GET YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF ME GUYS, I'M GOING HOME!
AH! WELCOME TO OUR HOME LIEUTENANT HAVOC!
Bye! Don't blow it! (speedily drives off)
AMr. Armstrong
For the past 180 some odd years, the house of Armstrong as played a vital role in the nations finance and political military circles. Generation after generation, we've supplied the country with countless Generals, why! I, myself was a general back in the day when that meant something! Of course, we didn't have motorcars….
Oh! Father's stories always touch me in a profound way!
AMrs. Armstrong
Oh my! Tell me he's not boring our poor guest with old war stories!
HHavoc
Mother? That's a relief… The mother looks pretty normal… SHE'S A FREAKING GIANT!! THAT'S NOT NORMAL! THAT'S NOT NORMAL AT ALL!!! Think about it rationally. Havoc. If the father is large horizontally, and the mother's large vertically, then it only makes sense, for the son to look something like… This… So the daughter must look something like...! No, that's not how it works. Some traits are more dominant, so there is the possibility when you cross A with B, it could resemble A more.
Here she comes, lieutenant! My baby sister!
AMrs. Armstrong
Come now, Catherine, don't be bashful. You know it’s not an attractive quality.
HHavoc
Moment of truth! Does she look like her dad, or her mom? Either way she's a monster, but if she's got to be a potato or a tomato, then please let her be a tomato!
Alright. Fess up. What in the hell are you guys doing out here following us?
The [?] has limits to the civilians.
HHavoc
We are here under orders. We are supposed to check on the security of old Ishbal region.
Then why didn't you come ask us about instead of hiding like a couple of spies?
My brother may not look it, but he is a state alchemist, and tough one.
What are these guys, moles?
I think I recognize those voices.
It's you guys? That means the colonel is here too.
It's okay, Al. You don't have to pretend to eat in front of us.
Oh. Okay. [puts back the bread he was about to give Marta, who is hidden in Al's armor]
[quietly] Okay, hag. You're dead!
Why Scar? What is your need to catch him?
He is a wanted man, isn't he? If we don't there will be trouble later.
Don't be silly Al. You don't have to go through the trouble pretending to eat.
Pictures of our target city, from our new surveillance balloon.
I don't believe it. Is this right?
a Grand Arcanum Transmutation circle around the entire city. Who would do such a thing?
You wouldn't happen to know the motives behind that Ed.
No. This city, what is it called?
It's Lior sir. Last year, the so-called prophet of the city stepped down. And the military was hoping that it could go in and restore the peace.
That do Fuery. He is familiar with its past.
I don't get it. An armed uprising in Lior?
That doesn't make any sense. They were committed to peace after we exposed Cornello.
HHavoc
Not for long. The priest came back and Lior was divided between those that supported him and those that opposed him. The only thing you really accomplished was stirring up the debate. Now both sides are against us.
Why didn't anyone tell me all this? as far as I knew, we helped.
I got the report from Hues, and I made the decision not to tell you.
Because it was too big for you.
He arrived this morning from Lior with a message addressed to me.
Is it from my brother? Is he okay?
Yes. And according to Edward's letter, Scar has turned the whole city into a transmutation circle. He is warning us to stay out of Lior, no matter what happens.
Sounds like Scar is planning to use the soldiers as components for the Philosopher's Stone.
In order to create the Philosopher's Stone, you have to sacrifice human lives. In Scar's method, thousands of lives.
So, that's what they were actually using the Laboratory 5 for.
I can't believe this depravity has been going on under our noses.
Al, I want you to head for Lior. Once your there, you can meet up with Ed.
If I can get Bradley to hold off, Lior will most likely surrender. That way we can arrest Scar before any conflict begins.
Al, wait. This belongs to Ed. Make sure you get it back to him, alright?
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