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Chapter 6 "The face of my enemy frightens me only when I see how much it resembles my own face."
Ciudad del Este present time. is a dark and smelly sewer within a few blocks from the headquarters. Ciudad del Este, as many cities are standing on a maze of tunnels that supply water and sewage service. A city hidden just below the real city. With each step Mustang is darker and convinced to come was just a mistakehand. Twenty minutes ago, one of the nurses at the Hospital of the East informed him that I had a call from reception. At first assumed to be treated in the General Hakuro pressing for General Grumman results or wanting to know the state of Riza. But it was neither. In the phone waiting for the voice of a ghost seeking a private interview. Without much thought, agreed to the appointment and it is too late to go back to request reinforcements. Now you can only trust your senses, your instincts. The place stinks, the water that runs through the central canal of sewage. Be a better iluminaciónytakes time to examine his face before answering: "No brains flew him to Riza." Indeed, as doctors explained Riza had been a tangential impact at a height nonpenetrating cervical Although superficial wound could be seen in the absence of compromised bone, an injury caused by a high speed projectile was no child's play. The energy of a projectile of these could damage vessels or nerves even without touching them directly by mechanical action and expanding the impact speed. She was hospitalized and doctors still &the only reason that stopped him.
Grumman as Hakuro Both had been very emphatic about the type of punishment they expected to run against those responsible for the attack. The order was to find and permanently silence those responsible. No trials or they give publicity to this kind of terrorist activities. Although questionable, this was standard procedure for dealing with identified enemies of the state, shoot first and fill out the paperwork later. Ishbal and a dozen other communities around the borders of Amestris could attest to this widespread practice.
"It was a good shot right? I'm surein a couple of months and you will notice the scar. "Her voice exudes the usual overconfidence that Mustang has always identified with stupidity. The idiot in front of you maybe you could have spared Riza, but is unaware how close they may have been to kill her. Speed, distance, wind direction, temperature, size of the munition, type of weapons, marksmanship. Even controlling all these variables with skill, nothing, no one can predict the path of a projectile after hitting the human body. "I want out of Ciudad del Este immediately," says Mustang. His tone is calm and unhurried but his words areg has had enough. What I really want to do is snap their fingers, but refrains from doing so because they believe have enough control to not kill the other man and instead taking a step forward throws a punch.
is firm and clean hit that breaks Steinman lower lip, but that does not seem bothered at all. The man only played lip with one of his hands and taste the metallic taste of his own blood. Smile. The Colonel is about to launch another coup, and perhaps another and another after that. But when you try to move, it can not. Her clothes suddenly seems to weigh too much and be wet. It takes a
explained for a couple of months. Hawkeye Master at the time was a leading state alchemist who, after falling in love with the daughter of General had deserted the army and fled with it. As Mustang could remember, Master hated the very mention of the militia. So many, many times he had considered the irony of having become a State Alchemist from the investigation of someone who had left that life. "What will it do me?" Asked to change the course of his thoughts. "doing a favor to societyage, clean up trash. Do not deny it's a tough job, but sometimes like today, one has little personal satisfaction that makes it all worthwhile. Tom? "With his words, the pressure of the water on the clothes of Mustang intensifies, his chest barely have room to breathe, but apparently a death by suffocation is not in the plans of his captor. No, that's not his style. The man who has too much love in front guns to stop using them.

"Tom?" Question again, this time in a higher voice. Talking to someone in the shadows. Perhaps someone with a gun & a quizmp; aacute; s someone to finish the job and her captor is not enough alchemical ability to move freely, without losing control over the command of Colonel imprisons water. Mustang knows from personal experience, control a natural element is something that requires a lot of concentration, mental and physical. "Amestris Army, are surrounded," resonates in the gutter the unmistakable voice of Havoc. The distraction is only a moment, but it's enough to release to the Colonel of his invisible prison. Steinman also reacts with speed by taking a gun from his clothing, but the onrushing Mustang at the waist