-1Late one night during the rebellion, the Flame Colonel & his Lieutenant were staking out an all-nighter at a secluded post. They sat back to back; both propping each other up, and literally watching each other's backs. Roy; his fingers ready to unleash a flesh-boiling flame, and Riza; rifle clasped in her arms, eyes alert as ever. The hours rolled slowly by, eyes of both officers growing rather heavy. Roy felt Hawkeye's head loll back into the crook of his neck, lying fully on his strong back. A slight chuckle escaped him. "Asleep on the job, are we now?" he questioned in a whispered jest. "That is punishable, you do realize?" his only reply was the slow, quiet breathing coming from the young woman behind him. "Well, that's all right. I won't tell..."