Major General Olivier Mira Armstrong leaned back into her chair and frowned. She had just received word from Major Miles, moments ago about the Crimson alchemist was about to visit Briggs on official business for the Fuhrer.

She did not like this. No. Not one bit.

After hearing the many stories surrounding the alchemist during the infamous Ishval war, Olivier was in no mood for this. The man was appropriately named the Mad bomber, for massacring thousands upon thousands of Ishvalans and enjoying every moment of it. The ex-major was then sent to prison and dishonorably discharged from the military, for killing his superior officers.

"Alchemists…" she scoffed, as she stood up then made her way to the door. She did not want him near her. Let alone have him wander around her massive, fortified fortress.

The general was not looking forward to dealing with that fugitive. She didn't even know why he decided to come to visit Briggs of all places.

Anyone who was familiar with the only female general in Amestris, also knew how she ran her fortress with the strictest order and that she did not tolerate laziness nor chaos. Her soldiers were recognized for being the toughest and the most efficient in all the land. They were also known for their meticulous diligence and how they could manage themselves effortlessly in her absence.

The general was proud of her men, after all she was the one who had personally handpicked and trained each and every one of them. It came to no surprise then that she did not tolerate any person who did not adhere to discipline and hard work. This man, who was arriving at Briggs on the other hand, was quite the opposite of what she respected.

A person who hardly possessed any amount of self restraint and would betray much less kill, his superiors had no place in Briggs. Olivier regarded him as a deranged, self absorbed fool, who was smug about his alchemy as all alchemists were. Her younger brother included.

She loathed the fact that he was also responsible for the mass murders of thousands of Ishvalan citizens yet understood the fact that he was merely following orders as a soldier. "Hmph, at least he didn't run away like my cowardly little brother." She said to herself, completely unamused.

The ice queen strode down the long corridor, which lead to a large outdoor platform facing the front of the fortress. It was at times utilized as a lookout post by the scouts; Olivier however, liked to make use of it to see for herself, who the intruders to Briggs were and intimidate her unwelcomed guests.

Olivier furrowed her brows and rubbed her temple then looked up at the grey sky which reflected her current mood. Perhaps that man might not make it up here after all.

"Looks like a storm's brewing, sir." The smooth masculine voice of her right hand man said with a slight amusement, reflecting her own thoughts. She turned around and found him standing a few feet away from her, a small smile resting on his tan face. The dark goggles which he often wore, rested on the bridge of his nose and hid his eyes yet Olivier knew his eyes were probably alit with amusement. The man had been under her command for many years now, she knew him well and often liked to listen to his opinions. Olivier always listened to the opinions of all her men.

"Tell me Miles. Do you have any idea, how that man was released from prison and why he's coming here?

"As I have heard from Central, it appears the Crimson Alchemist has been released by permission from the Fuhrer and is currently making his way to Briggs for to capture a runaway. We have been ordered to assist him in any way possible. That was all the information I had received, sir." He straightened his glasses up the bridge of his nose, watching her reaction intently behind them.

"Assist him in any way possible….I see. This shall be interesting" The ice queen snarled, her facial features unchanged yet the bite in her voice clearly evident.