Ch. 1 MISSING
"Morning," Colonel Roy Mustang, the hero of the Ishvalan War Of Extermination, 'The King.'
"Good morning, sir," Sergeant Major Kain Fuery, one of Mustang's loyal subordinates, 'The Pawn.'
"What's up, Chief?" Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc, another one of Mustang's followers, 'The Knight.'
"Hello, sir," Second Lieutenant Heymans Breda, same as Havoc, but cooler. 'The Rook.'
"Sir," Warrant Officer Vato Falman, dude with awesome memory and slightly unsettling hair, 'The Bishop.'
Mustang nodded to each one as they greeted him, "Any of you seen my Lieutenant?" The group just shook their heads and looked at her empty desk.
"She never requested leave or said she wasn't coming in today?" Fuery looked up from his paperwork to make eye-contact with the Colonel. The Colonel shook his head.
"Well if she doesn't come in before lunch, one of you want to run down to her apartment with me? I figure if she overslept or something we shouldn't bother her with a phone call," Mustang sat down at his desk and began staring at the pile of paperwork for him to do. Fuery nodded his head at his commanding officer.
"Sure, I'll go with you," Fuery and the rest of his team hurried to get their paperwork done, while the Colonel was making little to no progress on his. "Sir, maybe you should get some work done. What if the Lieutenant does come in and see you slacking off? She'll have all of our heads!" Fuery said in a panic. The other guys nodded in agreement.
The Colonel groaned, "I don't want to. There's too much," his eyes saddened as he glared at the stack of papers. "And the Lieutenant isn't that cruel, she'll only have my head, she'll probably mount it on her wall and stab my eyes out with a stick," he cringed at the thought of it, and his team crippled with him. "Nah, my Lieutenant is nicer than she seems, she's also more responsible to come into work before 11 o'clock."
Breda stood up and made his way to the door, caring his finished paperwork. "I'm finished with this stack, I need to go get some more before lunch. Try to get something done, sir." He left the room, the tall wooden doors clicking shut behind him.
"I hope the Lieutenant's alright, it's not like her to not show up to work," Havoc pulled out a sandwich from the paper bag on the table.
Falman glared at him, judging him, "It's not even lunch now, Havoc."
Havoc turned to Falman before taking a bite out of his sandwich, "Thank you, Warrant Officer, but if you don't mind, I'M HUNGRY NOW." He almost screamed the last part as he took a bite out of his sandwich. Falman drew back a little and got back to his paperwork.
"It's getting to be lunch time Fuery, let's go now to see what's up with the Lieutenant," The Colonel got up and started getting his jacket on, then waited for Fuery to finish reading the document in his hands.
Fuery wrote a quick signature then stood up to get his jacket on as well, "If one of you guys go down to the dining area and they have some type of desert do you mind grabbing me some?"
The group nodded, "Going on a date with the Colonel?" Breda entered the room.
"Not exactly," Mustang said dully, "We're going to see if the Lieutenant is at her apartment."
"What if she's not?" Falman thought about it for a while.
"Yeah, what if something really bad happened to her?" Breda looked down at his stack of paper.
"Yeah Roy, what if she was kidnapped?"
"Ugh, Hughes," - Lieutenant Colonel Maes Hughes, friend of Roy Mustang, obsessed with daughter, and overall a total *sshat (But we love him ^.^)- Mustang put one of his hands to his forehead to show disappointment in his friend.
Fuery started panicking again, "Oh, no, COLONEL, WHAT IF SHE WAS KIDNAPPED!?" He started to bang his head on the wall.
"First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye," Mustang began, "Extraordinary sharp shooter, named the Hawk's Eye after the Ishvalan Civil War of extermination, known to never have less than four guns on her at any given time, 'My Queen.' Does her being kidnapped sound that probable? She's a strong woman that knows how to defend herself, so don't get so worried." Even with his stern tone Fuery still noticed a hint of worry in Mustang's eyes.
"We're just saying Colonel, what if she was? What would we do without any leads?" Havoc was leaning over his chair and looking dead into the Colonel's eyes. Hughes put is thumb under his chin, and curved his index finger under his lip, obviously deep in thought. The room was silent for a moment.
"Possibly have that stupid mutt track her down, then have Mustang burn her captor to a crisp," Breda leaned against the wall after putting his stack of papers down. Mustang's unit, and them some (Maes), looked at him.
"Come on Sergeant Fuery, let's go find my Lieutenant," The Colonel walked out of the office somewhat in a rush, with Fuery at his heels.