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Ed almost takes up the colonel’s offer, but it comes with too many strings, strings he can’t have if he’s going to break the law a second time, especially if he succeeds. And he’s going to succeed.
He goes private instead, gets paid too much money to bend alchemy to his whims, makes Al stay in Resembool where too eager scientists won’t get it into their mind to experiment on him.
When he’s fifteen, he finally figures out how to do what he needs to do.
The next year, he and his brother go public instead of private, getting positions as professors at a local university. The pay’s not as a good, but they it’s not like money is ever something they’d worried about it.
Five years later, Ed has broken into the Central Library, as usual, because they have all the best books. He and Al thought taking up positions in the city would mean access to better libraries, but they were only half right.
Al acts all disapproving, but he still reads the books Ed brings back.
“Your’e not supposed to be here,” a hard voice says, one that’s used to being listening to.
Ed doesn’t care for it. This guy doesn’t have shit on Pinako. He looks up, eyes getting caught on dark hair, dark eyes, and face that really hadn’t changed all that much in the decade since he’s seen him last. “Colonel.” His looks back down, and amends, “General.”
“Edward Elric,” he says, a little awed, a lot shocked, which seems a strange reaction. They barely met, and some people even say Mustang’s a genius in his own right. “I need your help. Your country needs your help.”
Ed scrunches his nose. “I told my brother I’d be back before dawn, so if it’s not something I can do in about three hours, you’re on your own.”
He really should have just said no, but desperate is a good look on Mustang.