Boredom's Defeat

[Jean Havoc [Luka Han]]

Bored. That single word summed up what Jean havoc was feeling. Absolute, mind-numbing boredom.
With a groan, he dropped his pen and faceplanted his forehead into the papers in front of him in exasperation, wishing the files would burst into flame. He was not built for deskwork; he preferred running around in the center of the action. Oh no, he'd never wish a war to happen or a murderer to go on a killing spree or anything like that, but maybe a scuffle down town between two drunks? Anything to get him out of the wretched office he'd been stuck in for what seemed like eternity.
And what was worse, he was alone. Usually he had his friends to complain with about the paperwork, but god knows where they were today, probably on some mission in town.
He sighed and got up from his chair, swept the unkempt blonde hair from his face and rubbed his stiff neck. He exited the office with a yawn and headed down the hall, towards the outside.

"Guess I'll go take a walk...Any longer staring at that report and I'm going to tear a whole in the wall."


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Major Harkholm : Npc******

Major Harkholm was walking down the hallway with order papers for one " Lieutenant Havoc". There was a large garrison down at the south gate to central headquarters waiting for a CO and this Havoc character was it. Looking up from the papers he saw a blond haired, rather tall lieutenant and watched eagle-eyed for the salute do to him. " You there! a-TEN-shun! Please direct me the the clerical offices of-" he Harkholm looked at the papers again to confirm the name-" Lieutenant Havoc?"
Here the major held the paperwork behind his back, clasped in both hands waiting wor answer.

[Jean Havoc [Luka Han]]

Havoc jumped in surprise, dropping the cigarette he had been in the middle of lighting. He quickly stamped it out and hid it beneath his boot in case he was being busted by a superior officer for smoking indoors. He did it often, but technically it was against the rules.
He noted the man who had addressed him was a major, so he snapped to attention and saluted.

"Yes sir, I am Lieutenant Havoc."

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Major Harkholm proffered a return salute and a quick "as-you-were." before holding out the papers to havoc. These papers contained the roster for a contingent of men he was supposed to train and keep ready at all times, and an advance and raise on his funds for getting a civilian assistant to do his paperwork. "Every thing you need to know is in there, budget andget, the men. Your taking charge of the south gate for now, on the double man!" with the major took off at brisk pace. Turning around Harkholm called out "And pick that damn cigarette up or you'll be cleanin this floor with your tounge!" then walked away.

[Jean Havoc [Luka Han]]

Havoc quickly picked the litter from the floor and deposited it in a nearby bin, then looked through the papers, wiping his ashen hand carelessly on his uniform so he didn't smudge any of the documents.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise as he read the print. According to the papers, he was being stationed at the south gate of the city to be the commanding officer of a garrison of troops that needed training. He'd never gotten a task like this before since he mainly served as Colonel Mustang's extra muscle, but he supposed so long as the Colonel was out skirt chasing or whatever he was up to it was only natural to get temporarily reassigned.
And thank god. He could forget about the paperwork.
He hurried back to the office to pick up a few things he would need; cigarettes, his wallet, his gun, ect, then headed out into the city towards the south gate. He would have to walk since he didn't own a car and all the military vehicles were reserved for higher ranking officers, but the blonde didn't mind. Havoc liked walking through the hustle and bustle of a busy street, because though things were loud and chaotic, it gave him a sense of peace and normality. When he'd lived on the farm out in the country, the quiet and tranquillity had either bored him, irritated him, or unnerved him. Nope, he thought as he stopped briefly to buy a bread roll at the bakery, he belonged in the city where the action and fun was...

"And where all the girls wear short skirts..." He murmered under his breath as he paused once again in the street to eye up the backside of one such female, who was standing in the street looking at a newspaper stand. She was pretty, so he considered putting his mission off further to go say hello, but as he watched, however, a tall dark-haired muscular man who appeared to be her boyfriend came up to her, kissed her and walked off with her with his arm around the woman.
Havoc let out a miserable groan, slumping forward against a lamp-post hopelessly.

"I swear..." He muttered to himself, "The universe really is conspiring against me getting a girlfriend...What, is my purpose in life to make other guys look better?"

He looked up at the sky, but the blanket of blue did not answer, of course.
The blonde sighed and shook his head. He had a gate to get to.

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[Jean Havoc [Luka Han]]

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When Havoc arrived at the gate, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. A few solders sat around drinking coffee, chatting or eating, but he couldn't be sure those were the men he was in charge of. He got out the papers and scanned the area, looking for a superior officer or a person that gave off a report-to-me atmosphere.

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That's okay! This is perfect.))))

One soldier who was smoking a cigarette and leaning casualy against a lightpole near Havoc spit on theground and walked over to havoc with his hands I his pockets not even offering a salute to an officer, it wasn't his fault though, he couldn't read insignias. When he got to Havoc he said "you here about the robery going on at South Central Bank? Apparently it's full scale... It's on the radio right now..." the soldier pointed at a little box in the gaurd shed and from it was coming urgent reports and pleas for help at the bank and one man screaming "they shoulda been here by now, where is the mili-BANG!" the bang was a gunshot and the man who was yelling was never going to yell again...
"that some crazy spit, huh?" the young man was talking to another soldier and he too was unprepared for duty.

[Jean Havoc [Luka Han]]

Havoc couldn't believe his ears. These men could hear cries for help and gunshots but they weren't doing anything? And he was in charge of these idiots?
He put on his most serious face, straightened his posture, and looked around at the men lazing near the radio.

"On your lazy feet men!" He bellowed as he upholstered his gun. "I'm Second Lieutenant Havoc, your commanding officer today! If we had free time I'd beat your worthless asses, but that will have to wait until we apprehend the armed criminals and rescue the people you lot have been listening to like they were a radio show!"

These guys were obviously novices. They had been instructed to wait here until Havoc arrived, and had not moved even when the bank robbery started? There was a difference between simply following orders, and complete and utter sheep-like stupidity. Not that the blonde was playing the blame game or anything.

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There was a moment of chaos as the men scramble around to there positions at attention. A young man who had been playing cards yelled out "TEN-HUT. Officers inspection, LOOK SHARP YOU BUMS!" he came to attention himself snapping an overly crisp salute with the wrong hand. Ever one was standing in a crappy line, some with they're feet spread apart and some still had cigarettes in there mouths. It was a very ragtag group.

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[Jean Havoc [Luka Han]]

Havoc swiftly led the men from the south gate, down towards the bank the radio operator had claimed the transmissions had come from. As they got closer, the danger grew more evident, as the amount of people in the streets thinned out, and most of the people Havoc spotted were running away from the bank. He cursed himself, wishing he'd brought along a better weapon then a pistol, but he hadn't expected such a serious situation when he'd been called upon, only figuring he was being sent to run them through a few exercises or mind them while their superior officer went to lunch. Still, this gun was better then nothing.

"When we arrive," he yelled without stopping, "Don't shoot unless i order you too! There might be hostages!"

"Sir!" Came the affirmative answer. By their earlier behaviour though, it didn't come as much of a comfort.
He didn't have any time to dwell on his worries though, as just then, they rounded the street corner and came face to face with the assaulted bank.

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That's okay I got home from a thirty two hour this afternoon.
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NPC CHARACTER GROUP: South central Anit-Furher rebellion.

The commanding "General" of the AFR, nicknamed Hazard was currently melting his way through the vault of the south central bank with acid alchemy of an advanced kind. He had secured the bank by simply having all of his men go in and act like they were opening an account with large funds deposited from other banks with forged deposit papers. Each man on his ten man team had deposited ten thousand dollars into the account via transfer from a seperat bank. After a week when the money had been moved into the bank they showed up in full numbers. One hundred and one men in total held the bank captive with hazard at the head of the operation, all armed to the teeth and seasoned veterans of the ishvalin conflict. There were a couple deserter from the military but most had been mercs hired by the military and given uniforms to hold the illusion true. These men were killers. Thy prayed for blood to fall like rain and sang sweet lullabies of death to men and women alike as they gutted them with there bayonets. But each and every man in this corps of murderers and black souled monsters was scared witless at a single word from Hazard.
Hazard was a man who could rape death, get it pregnant, take the child and make it pay child support. Hazards word was law, and right now that word was "Fire you witless turds, or I'll hang your guts for Christmas garland!"
Hazard had seen the approaching troops about a mile away and had positioned men on the roof, the six best snipers his corps, and that was who he was yelling at through his radio. "You men there at the door give those military dogs something to think about, make that 100,00 things... Fire you gutsacks!"

[Jean Havoc [Luka Han]]

The rain of bullets hit them, and Havoc yelled for them to take cover, dodging behind an empty vendor stall. A few men in his troop went down before making for cover, but for the most part they managed to hide behind walls and stacks of crate.

"Shoot to kill!" Havoc yelled, seeing no hostages among the men that had shot at them from the roof. He fired his pistol at the men on the bank roof, and saw a few disappear, but he couldn't tell if he'd shot them or they were just bending down to refill their weapons with ammo. The street lay littered with bodies, but it was impossible to tell from here who was alive and who was dead. He couldn't see beyond the bank doors either.
By the sheer numbers, matching tattered clothes and organised fighting of the assassins, Havoc guessed they were some kind of rebel group, one of the many residing in the militant Amestris. Being a supporter of his friend and commanding officer Colonel Mustang, the blonde was technically a rebel too, but the colonel's group would never kill an innocent like they were. They wanted to kick Bradley out of command and usurp it as peacefully as possible. These scum bags attacking the bank were little more then power hungry murderers.

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NPC: AFR Sniper #1

Duke

Duke was a fairly small man to be a merc, but just right for a sniper. Duke qualified with the mark 3 50 cal rifle. At 2,450 yards he put 100 rounds down range in four minutes on 25 different targets, 2 in the head and two in the chest. For this adjustment he received a medal from the Furher himself: heroic achievements for the cause of a nation at war. And then sent him to the ishvalan
conflict, were he was shot in the head before he reached the enemy line.
For six months he was in a field medical tent being treated as a lost cause. Then these two doctors took pity on him and mad him an automail optic replacement with jaw structure included. The doctor were murdered the day after he was released. The murderer was an ishvalan man who they had worked themselves to the bone trying to save.
Ling story short: he had perfect aim, literaly. So what was stopping him from taking off the commanding officer of the patrol they were now fighting? An oath to the doctors that he would never again shoot to kill. That was okay, because it gave him a game to play, 'will they notice this?'. It was a simple game where the objective would be to fire round ever closer to the target without hitting them, and figure out when they noticed they were being fired at. He also got arid his oath of never shooting to kill by shooting other things that would inadvertently kill his targets. He took aim carefully and fired at five things as the officer was running: first a brick directly above the officers head. Then a tire he was passing as he ran. Next came a button on the officers sleeve which was hanging down a good five inches, and the blew up the pack of cigarettes in his pocket before nicking the mans bootstrap... It would beinteresting to see how this played out...

[Jean Havoc [Luka Han]]

Havoc yelped and crashed to the ground. At first he thought he had been shot, but when he looked down, his boot was messed up by a bulletscrape, and his foot was throbbing from the impact, but he was otherwise fine. The criminals were taunting him like a cat and a mouse.

"Shit..." He swore under his breath, picked up a disguarded gun one of his men had dropped and crawled behind a heap of crates. The others had all taken cover, those who'd been shot had been dragged to safety thankfully. It'd be ridiculous if those men died on their fist mission, but unless more military backup arrived soon, they would last much longer.

"Damn Central!" he cocked the gun, looked over his makeshift barracade, took aim and fired. How he'd kill for a goddamn cigarette right now. "Fall back, men!"

He didn't see how they could fall back though. Moving from a hiding space required speed, and they had wounded. They'd be mowed down in a second.

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Wrath Bradley***

Bradly had holed up on a ledge of a building close by to the bank, he hand no idea where the other wrath was though. As he watched the senior officer was giving good orders but his men were being rousted one by one. Bradly climbed down the far side wall until he was only twenty feet off the ground and jumped, landing on a car then rolling off to ease the impact. He sprinted around the building and was pulling the inexperienced youths who were now wounded to safety. Furher heard the senior officer give the order to fall back and picked up a rocket launcher and stepped out into the road that faced the bank. "Belay that order soldiers!" hey yelled and fired the rocket into the front doors.
In the wind caused bythe explosion the Führers hair billowed along with his cape, "COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP AND YOU WILL RECIEVE A FAIR TRIAL. FAILURE TO DO SO WILL RESULT IN YOUR EXPEDIANT EXECUTION AS TERRORISTS ON AMSTRIS SOIL, YOU HAVE TWO MINUTES TO RESPOND COMPLY."
After the Furher spoke he was loading his belt with grenades from the wounded soldiers. "At ease, men. Maybe now you'll understand the need for discipline in the ranks. But for boots... you should be damned proud that your still alive. Those are seasoned ishvalan veterans in there..."


Hazard NPC ***


Hazard was staring bewildered out the front door. He was now exposed somewhat to a direct attack if one should come. Grabbing the hand radio he shouted "all Ground floor units to the second, third and fourth floors! On the double!" As the troops moved so did he. Grabbing a submachine gun as he went. He went to a window and broke the glass. On the radio he clicked over to dukes private channel...


Duke NPC ***


Duke was firing shots off to hamper the other forces and saw the man grab the rocket. He had his crosshairs on the warhead of the rocket, after all the bullet wouldn't be what killed the man. Depressing the trigger issued only a soft but sharp CLI-SHUK! His fifty caliber had finally jammed, what a fine time for it to as any duke guessed. Then as duke was tending to his rifle there was massive explosion that left hi dazed but not injured. When his hearing finally returned he cuaght the las few words of the Furhers speech and then the order from hazard. But then his private radio clicked twice and then hazard came on the radio talking solely to him. "Duke, put three in his head when I give the signal. Screw your oath and be damned. Just do what I said or you'll find out why you should have." duke had uncoiled his rifle and was now laying prone again ready for the signal that would break his oath, cause no one told hazard no.

[Jean Havoc [Luka Han]]

Havoc was absolutely bewildered. One moment his men were retreating, nearly defeated, the next the Fuhrer himself had suddenly shown up, blasted the bank entrance to the high heavens and helped them gained the upper hand. He scrambled to his feet, tripping slightly over his aching foot and ruined boot, and gave a uneven salute.

"F-Fuhrer Bradly, sir!" he took a gasping breath, shook up by the explosion. However, before he could do anything like speak or move, several things happened at once. First, there was a blue flash of light, followed by a thunderous noise, and the sound of several gunshots being fired. At the same time, the lights suddenly went out, and Havoc was engulfed in darkness, and a strange airlessness like someone had pulled a paper bag over his head. Then, the gunshots that had been fired before collided with something, making further noise, noise which reverberated all around him as though he was inside a bell someone had just struck.

Just as quickly as it had happened, as soon as the noise ceased, there was a rumbling sound and the light returned. Walls of what looked like concrete were shrinking back into the ground, a small group of bullets littering the wall over by the fuhrers feet.

"Wh-what the-?"

"Move it, asshole!" The blonde man suddenly felt himself being shoved aside from his place behind Bradley. As he fell to the ground against the street wall, the back of a dark haired woman wearing the amestrian military uniform stood in his place. Before he could even wonder what the hell just happened, she clapped her hands together.

"Orders, Furher sir?"

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Furher bradly was taken aback by the sudden flurry of shots and the he saw. Out of hundreds of thousands of possible solutions that were flashing before his gods eye, one jumped out as what had happened. There was a sniper cloistered up in the roof of unparalleled ability. He sensed the newcomer as well, "name and rank soldier, what's your specialty?"

[Jean Havoc [Luka Han]]

-----------Luka Han------------

"State Alchemist Major Han, The Iron Maiden Alchemist." Luka replied shortly, wiping a black strand of hair from her midnight coloured Eyes. The blonde leuteniunt she had pushed out of the way was back behind a wall she had transmuted where he'd hopefully be safe. By the looks of him, he wasn't going to be of much use against terrorists.

"I heard the explosions a few blocks over."

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Fuhrer bradly smiled wide. He had personally looked over her file and had approved her with high regard. "I welcom the assistance, I'll give you perimeter duty(( while I am killing them you post about the ones escaping)) for now. Start on the south side and hem them in, ok?" wrath turned and as he did so he flipped his patch up and knew immediately to duck. As he did a fifty cal round split the air above his head... Wait no that was three rounds! Wrath began ducking bobbing and swains his way to the front doors and since he had to act human he took the stairs and cut down five mercs on his way in...