A large snow leopard slunk through the streets of Central.
How dare those bastards try to set him up like that!! All he wants is to make things better! Ed snarled in his mind. It looked like he and the Pard would have to head out soon, if what he’d heard that evening was correct.
Since his return to Amestris from the Other World, as Ed put it, he had only revealed his presence to four people: Psiren, Russell and Fletcher Tringham, and Clause, the girl he and Al had met once so long ago. All four were now Wereleopards like him, having chosen to be infected and help Colonel Roy Mustang from behind the scenes, though the man was now a General.
Now though, his former superior was in danger. Some higher-ups had decided to send him and his staff off to singlehandedly stop – or try to – a large group of bandits that Ed knew was both larger than intelligence stated, (hell, it was more an army of mercenaries) and in control of several chimeras.
Oh yes, Ed was pissed. In fact, he was furious.
He was rather fond of Roy Mustang, and very possessive of those he considered his… Which was basically his Pard and Roy and the rest, and his brother and the Rockbells.
The leopard padded up the stairs to the steeple of the abandoned church that was the Pard’s home and shifted back to human in a rush of fluid.
“Get ready,” he growled to the lounging group. “We’re going hunting.”