Roy sat in the office, alone.
Vato Falman, had been stationed in the north.
Jean Havoc, had to retire.
Breda and Furey were also stationed somewhere else.
Hughes...Hughes was dead.
as for his first Lieutenant, Hawkeye, she was the Fuhrer's personal Assistant, or Make one wrong move and say goodbye to her.
He starred at the report given to him by his new subordinate.
He quickly crumpled it up and threw it at the wall.
The subordinates only looked at him with a swift glance and went back to work.
Hawkeye wouldn't of let him do that, she would've yelled at him, or pointed a gun at him.
He sighed, getting up from his chair, "I'm getting coffee."
He quickly left the room heading down the hall. He entered the mess hall, making himself some coffee.
"Hey, Colonel Mustang!"
Roy turned around facing the private.
"Did you hear what the Fuhrer did, he made his new assistant go meet that Hannibal guy, ya know that Cannibal guy we recently got?"
Roy listened to what he said, sipping his coffee, then spit it all out, "Pppppfffffttttt!?1"
"Gah! Colonel Mustang drink your coffee, not spit it out! Well anyway...hey wasn't his new assistant your old subordinate?"
The Colonel ignored his last question, quickly running out of the room.
He hadn't done a thing yet, nothing that the Fuhrer could use as an excuse to put Hawkeye in harms way.
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"My childhood, is classified information." she answered.
"Why? Do just not want to share it? Or were you ordered not to?"
"You could say both." she answered.
"Who ordered you? From what I heard the the officer say earlier, was not to give me personal information, but that wasn't an order seeing as he is of a lower rank." he smiled, "Tell me, was your father's profession?"
"He was a alchemist." she answered.
"Ah, I see, was your Father always stuck in a book leaving you and your mother wondering if he was okay?"
"...No. That was never the case."
"Then what was your mother's profession?" he grinned.
"She died, when I was young." she answered, finding him..odd. He was smart, of course, what his guess was earlier was wrong.
"I see. I'm guessing your an only child then." he said quickly, "Well, let me tell you, about my life." he grinned.
She nodded.
"I am from the country, Creta. There was War with Aeruga, when I was child. My Sister, Mishca, and my mother and Father fled to country house in the winter. Then, my parents were killed. Mishca and I were then held against our will by Looters. Mind you it was in the middle of winter. The looters, having no food took my sister and resorted to cannibalism.I later learned, by the leader or Looters when I was 18 that I too had eaten my sister, in the broth."
Riza cupped her mouth in horror, standing up.
"Nice to meet you Riza." he grinned, "I hope to see you again." He said watching her leave. He flickered in interest upon seeing something red on her neck, of course it was barely visible.
Riza still was covering her mouth leaving, soon her arm returned to her side.
Kimblee watched her leave, a grin on his face.
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Meeehhhhh Now I'm hungry...
Vato Falman, had been stationed in the north.
Jean Havoc, had to retire.
Breda and Furey were also stationed somewhere else.
Hughes...Hughes was dead.
as for his first Lieutenant, Hawkeye, she was the Fuhrer's personal Assistant, or Make one wrong move and say goodbye to her.
He starred at the report given to him by his new subordinate.
He quickly crumpled it up and threw it at the wall.
The subordinates only looked at him with a swift glance and went back to work.
Hawkeye wouldn't of let him do that, she would've yelled at him, or pointed a gun at him.
He sighed, getting up from his chair, "I'm getting coffee."
He quickly left the room heading down the hall. He entered the mess hall, making himself some coffee.
"Hey, Colonel Mustang!"
Roy turned around facing the private.
"Did you hear what the Fuhrer did, he made his new assistant go meet that Hannibal guy, ya know that Cannibal guy we recently got?"
Roy listened to what he said, sipping his coffee, then spit it all out, "Pppppfffffttttt!?1"
"Gah! Colonel Mustang drink your coffee, not spit it out! Well anyway...hey wasn't his new assistant your old subordinate?"
The Colonel ignored his last question, quickly running out of the room.
He hadn't done a thing yet, nothing that the Fuhrer could use as an excuse to put Hawkeye in harms way.
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"My childhood, is classified information." she answered.
"Why? Do just not want to share it? Or were you ordered not to?"
"You could say both." she answered.
"Who ordered you? From what I heard the the officer say earlier, was not to give me personal information, but that wasn't an order seeing as he is of a lower rank." he smiled, "Tell me, was your father's profession?"
"He was a alchemist." she answered.
"Ah, I see, was your Father always stuck in a book leaving you and your mother wondering if he was okay?"
"...No. That was never the case."
"Then what was your mother's profession?" he grinned.
"She died, when I was young." she answered, finding him..odd. He was smart, of course, what his guess was earlier was wrong.
"I see. I'm guessing your an only child then." he said quickly, "Well, let me tell you, about my life." he grinned.
She nodded.
"I am from the country, Creta. There was War with Aeruga, when I was child. My Sister, Mishca, and my mother and Father fled to country house in the winter. Then, my parents were killed. Mishca and I were then held against our will by Looters. Mind you it was in the middle of winter. The looters, having no food took my sister and resorted to cannibalism.I later learned, by the leader or Looters when I was 18 that I too had eaten my sister, in the broth."
Riza cupped her mouth in horror, standing up.
"Nice to meet you Riza." he grinned, "I hope to see you again." He said watching her leave. He flickered in interest upon seeing something red on her neck, of course it was barely visible.
Riza still was covering her mouth leaving, soon her arm returned to her side.
Kimblee watched her leave, a grin on his face.
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Meeehhhhh Now I'm hungry...
