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"There, you should be fine private, just try not to use that hand too much for the next week or so, alright? And you may need to retake your firearms safety course as well." Issac said with a smile as he finished wrapping the bandages around a young mans left hand, which had been hurt when his more or less exploded in his hand because he hadn't put it together properly. "I'll send you something for the pain as well. Have a good day."

"Sure...thank you sir. I'll be sure to be more careful nest time..." the young man said, rubbing his hand a little.

"Please, call me Issac, don't worry about status here, I'm just a doctor, got it?" Issac says, giving the man a reassuring smile. "Besides, I'm not really old enough to be called sir yet." They both laughed a little at this, then the private stood, thanked the man called the Surgeon Alchemist once more, then headed out of the room, running into Furher Mustang on his way out, giving him what looked to be a painful salute with his bad hand. "If it isn't Roy Mustang, to what do I owe the honor of your presence in my wing of Central Command? You didn't burn yourself did you?"

Mustang only smiled a little at Issac's words as he closed the door to the small doctors office with one hand and reached into his inside coat pocket with the other. "I've got an assignment for you Surgeon," the Furher says, taking a letter out of his coat and handing it over, "No doubt you've heard the rumors of things going bump in the night once again."

"You mean the rumors of Homunculi out in the west?" the State Alchemist asks, looking the letter over, "I've heard...but what does this have to do with me? I'm more of a doctor than a surgeon you know."

"I do know, and I also know that even if these things aren't Homunculi something is going on out there, and I'd rather be safe then sorry." With a slight heave of a sigh Mustang reaches up to touch the black patch over his left eye. It was obvious it hurt, maybe not physically, but mentally. "Whatever may be out there I want you with my men. Your medical alchemy is the best I've ever seen, and if any one can protect them and bring them back alive, it's you. I've already got the team set. There will be a gathering in the mess hall in one hour, so please gather whatever you need and be ready."

"Um...yes sir," Issac says, saluting his superior, his right hand making a metallic noise as he moves it, "I'll be there..."

With that Mustang exits the room, leaving the door open, and Issac slumps down into his chair with a sigh, the thought of being near one of those souless creatures, after what he'd done...shaking his head he crumples the letter, tosses it in the trash, and stands up once more, moving about the small office to gather his things before heading to the mess hall.