The Frosted Fire Alchemist

Homunculus (Dwarf in a Flask)

Period-Chemistry

Chapter 40- Homunculus (The Dwarf in the Flask)

Nobody's POV

General Armstrong walked through the halls of Central Command on the way to see Fuhrer. They were going to discuss the matter of General Raven's disappearance. On the way she saw the oldest Mustang sibling. Roy. He stopped and looked at her. "General Armstrong?" He greeted in a questioning tone. "How nice to see you."

She scoffed and glared at him. "They posted you in Central, Mustang? Your well connected." The tone in her voice and her statement said that she didn't believe that they could promote Mustang to such a high ranking.

"Nope, it's just based on merit." He corrected.

"That's rich coming from you." Oliver grunted now continuing her way to the Fuhrer's. However Roy decided to tag along with her for a little bit.

"What brings you here General?" Roy asked.

"Fuhrer Bradly summoned me, for an extended stay I imagine." Oliver stated.

The raven haired man looked back down the hall in thought. "Is that so?" He turned back to her with a grin. "Well, sometime we should grab some dinner!"

Oliver glanced at him. "Your treat? I hope you know I can eat you into bankruptcy." She warned in her same heavy tone.

Roy kept on smiling now feeling like an idiot. He was glad Sam wasn't with him because if she was, the younger girl would side with Oliver and that never ends well. He was sweating bullets and unsure what to say now. "M-maybe we should skip dinner."

Oliver now shot her glare back to the hall and stuck up the nose. "I see, your short on money and nerve."

"Maybe, I could offer up on flowers instead." Roy suggested. Oliver was silent before she just scoffed and continued her path. No matter what she did he would continue trying to get her on a date. Or it's just Roy's little show. "There are many fine florists here in Central." She ignored the comment and continued on her way.

When she arrived at the Fuhrer's door she knocked on his door waiting for his signal to let her in. "Come in!" She heard him order from the other side.

"Sir!" She replied in a hard tone before walking inside. As she walked in there he was. Fuhrer King Bradly. Or also known as Wrath. His stare was high and might with no signs of care. You didn't want to piss him off, because he could cut you down without another thought. She walked forward till she was standing right in front of his desk.

"Now then, General Armstrong. We need to talk about General Raven's disappearance." He stated now immediately jumping to a conclusion. She had something to do with what happened or she killed him. Either way she was involved. She did kill him, but it didn't go unnoticed. "Just what have you done?"

'I won't be able to hide it all.' She told herself mentally. Then she spoke clearly and in a hard tone. "Pardon me your excellently, but I simply don't understand why you could employ someone so careless as Raven."

"Is that the reason you saw that to dispose of him?" Bradly questioned.

"Surely you don't need him. It can't be good to have someone so talkative on your Senior staff." Oliver responded.

The Fuhrer stared at the woman with an interested look. "You have me intrigued. What did Raven say?"

"Immortality. The history of this country." She answered. "He told me all sorts of things."

"Hmmm..." The Fuhrer hummed. "And after learning all of this, you still responded to my summons?"

"Yes sir, I assume you need someone to fill in that fool's vacant seat." Oliver answered not moving an inch.