"Gentlemen, please." Fuhrer Bradley said in a somewhat scolding voice. Vlad and Anton in particular could feel his gaze on the two of them. There was a certain piercing pressure on it, but they couldn't put their finger on what it was. "I think the introductions have gone on long enough; I'm certain you'll all get to know each other well once you're out in the field for a while. In the meantime, everyone please take a seat and we'll get started."
The Alchemists plus Elias took their seats around the table, and Bradley produced a portfolio for each of them. The tan envelopes were passed out, and each dog took a moment to examine the picture underneath a paper-clip on the cover.
The man on it was a non-descript Amestrian. Rather broad-chinned, and scruffy-looking. His nose was wide, and his eyes were narrow. He seemed more aggravated than devious, though, and the lines and bags underneath his blue eyes hinted further at the level of stress he was under at the time. His blond hair was rather carelessly spiked in a dozen different directions. On his forehead was a small scar in the top right corner, in the shape of a circle.
"This is former Lieutenant Colonel Amaud Octivir." the Fuhrer explained, beginning the briefing.
"He was a State Alchemist. His codename was the Hotblooded Alchemist. Don't let the photo fool you, he was an extremely passionate man, and loved his work as much as his country. His primary research was on alchemy's capability of manipulating thermal energy. A particularly cunning man, he volunteered at the start of the Ishvalan Civil War to serve as a tactical adviser to Amestrian forces. As time passed, he started to get more intertwined with Centrals' higher-ups, learning more and more vital information as time passed. Intel on all of Amestris' secret projects and intel was in his hands. One day, he took it all and left."
Bradley then moved to the wall, where a map of Amestris was located. He placed his finger over their current location, East City. "We've been tracking him for years, and we've finally got him. He's been hiding in East City all this time. Trouble is, we don't know EXACTLY where in the city he might be. That, my friends, is your task."
Fuhrer Bradley returned to the table and sat down, explaining the details as thoroughly as he could. "You'll be fanning out throughout the city on this one. I trust in your abilities should something go awry, so operate as individuals for the time being. Amaud may grow suspicious if he sees that groups of State Alchemists are wandering the streets. And please keep in mind, this mission will NOT be seek-and-destroy like the last deployment. Amaud is a priority target, but we need him alive to determine if he has distributed or hidden the intelligence that he stole. If need be I would check the various bars; he was a drinker."
He gave two warning glares, one to Anton and one to Vlad. "You all have your orders, you know what you need to be doing. You are all dismissed, and good luck."
The Alchemists plus Elias took their seats around the table, and Bradley produced a portfolio for each of them. The tan envelopes were passed out, and each dog took a moment to examine the picture underneath a paper-clip on the cover.
The man on it was a non-descript Amestrian. Rather broad-chinned, and scruffy-looking. His nose was wide, and his eyes were narrow. He seemed more aggravated than devious, though, and the lines and bags underneath his blue eyes hinted further at the level of stress he was under at the time. His blond hair was rather carelessly spiked in a dozen different directions. On his forehead was a small scar in the top right corner, in the shape of a circle.
"This is former Lieutenant Colonel Amaud Octivir." the Fuhrer explained, beginning the briefing.
"He was a State Alchemist. His codename was the Hotblooded Alchemist. Don't let the photo fool you, he was an extremely passionate man, and loved his work as much as his country. His primary research was on alchemy's capability of manipulating thermal energy. A particularly cunning man, he volunteered at the start of the Ishvalan Civil War to serve as a tactical adviser to Amestrian forces. As time passed, he started to get more intertwined with Centrals' higher-ups, learning more and more vital information as time passed. Intel on all of Amestris' secret projects and intel was in his hands. One day, he took it all and left."
Bradley then moved to the wall, where a map of Amestris was located. He placed his finger over their current location, East City. "We've been tracking him for years, and we've finally got him. He's been hiding in East City all this time. Trouble is, we don't know EXACTLY where in the city he might be. That, my friends, is your task."
Fuhrer Bradley returned to the table and sat down, explaining the details as thoroughly as he could. "You'll be fanning out throughout the city on this one. I trust in your abilities should something go awry, so operate as individuals for the time being. Amaud may grow suspicious if he sees that groups of State Alchemists are wandering the streets. And please keep in mind, this mission will NOT be seek-and-destroy like the last deployment. Amaud is a priority target, but we need him alive to determine if he has distributed or hidden the intelligence that he stole. If need be I would check the various bars; he was a drinker."
He gave two warning glares, one to Anton and one to Vlad. "You all have your orders, you know what you need to be doing. You are all dismissed, and good luck."
