I received advice that I should inform all of you, my loyal readers of TO CATCH A KILLER, that the sequel is now officially up. Actually it's been up for three months. So, if you're totally interested, please go and check it out and leave a helpful review. If you're still on the fence about it then check out the preview below.

"Stop right there, Martins!"

Roy Mustang's shoes hit the pavement in a hurried cadence. A short distance away he saw his target attempting to escape from his reach by grabbing onto a chain link fence. The metal was wet from a previous day's rain causing the man to slide off it and onto the ground. Mustang's coat flapped out behind him as he continued to gain on the fleeing criminal. Wind whipped past him, tousling his jet black hair, and in his hands was his gun, though it wasn't aimed at anything.

Martins, the man who was being chased, finally managed to recover from his tumble. He clambered up as Mustang finally reached him. The pursuing man grabbed the criminal and tossed him against the same fence he had tried to use earlier. Unfortunately, like his quarry, Mustang forgot about the puddles on the ground and his feet slipped. Martins took advantage of the momentary distraction and pushed Mustang away before proceeding to make a beeline for the nearby alleyway.

"Damn rain…" Mustang growled, pushing himself to his feet. Luckily, his gun hadn't fallen out of his hands. It took less than a second for him to see the object of his chase running down the alleyway. With a grunt, Mustang set off into the narrow alley.

The small space warranted a far more cautionary approach from the cop, but his target didn't need to take such caution into consideration. Soon enough, he had broken into a larger back street. Once he had, Mustang picked up his speed, breaking into the back street himself. Then he saw Martins heading for the main road, a cackle on his lips. Mustang scowled; if Martins did manage to make it into the densely populated main road, his odds of catching the man would become severely low. So, he pumped his legs and pushed them harder in an attempt to catch up.

Martins looked back as he reached the corner to freedom, giving Mustang a wide smirk. It was a fatal mistake.

Roy didn't even need to look to know what had just happened to the man. Whereas one second before he had been running, his single moment to look back resulted in him flipping over and lying on his back. Stretched out before him was a metal arm. Mustang rolled his eyes as he reached Martins and placed a foot on his back, forcing him down.

"You're lucky I was there," commented the owner of the metal arm, finally stepping into view. Mustang scowled at the appearance of Edward Elric; from his braided blonde hair, to his bright red jacket, and most recently to his automail arm. "You're slipping."

"And it's nice to see you're as annoying as ever, Fullmetal," Mustang commented. Martins started to groan, but Roy gave him a swift, "Shut up."

"Hey, I wouldn't have let the guy get this far," Ed commented, using his left arm to take a drink of coffee. Roy snorted.

"Yeah, I know, because you would have easily fit through that alleyway. You are that small after all." Ed snapped a furious look to Mustang, causing the older man to laugh.

"Whatever, Detective Dipstick," jeered the younger forensics specialist.

"That's Chief, now," Roy corrected him with a smirk. It was Ed's turn to roll his eyes.

"Then I can start calling you Interim Chief Clueless." The smirk dropped off his face, easily replaced with a scowl.

"Very funny. Don't forget I'm your boss," Mustang remarked. Ed shrugged nonchalantly.

"If we're playing that game, then let's not forget you owe me." If the sight of Ed's automail arm wasn't enough of a reminder, then the young man's words certainly were.

Ed, of course, was referring to the day he had lost his right arm seven months ago. Normally, Roy would have simply considered the loss of limb as a hazard of the job. This time it was more than that. Part of the reason was that, technically, as a forensics specialist, Ed shouldn't have even been in that kind of danger. But the real truth of the matter was that it had been his own personal lust for vengeance that had caused Ed's limb removal. Edward Elric had given Roy a sense of closure. He had helped him solve the murder of his best friend, Maes Hughes by giving that arm. That was why he owed the young man.

"What? Are you cashing in now?" Mustang asked. The question caused Ed to scoff.

"Not likely." Ed lifted his other arm again, thankfully still flesh and blood, and took another sip from the coffee that was in his hand. Beneath him, Martins was groaning and starting to get up.

"I don't think so, Martins," the chief warned, stomping his foot upon the man's lower right leg. Martins screamed in frustration while attempting to wriggle out of the situation. It hardly did him any good.

Well, there you have it. Hopefully this has enticed you and I hope I'll see each of my old readers and reviewers giving a favorite, a follow and a review.